The Hollow (Preacher Brothers 4)

Fuck, she was tight, really fucking tight that it almost bordered on pain. I gritted my teeth and made sure to go slow so I didn’t hurt her even more. Her pussy clenched around me, and she gasped. I stilled a moment then pushed the rest of my length into her in one fluid motion.

She cried out, and I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, feeling her inner muscles working around me. I hated that I was the one to cause her pain.

“Are you okay?” I asked softly and pulled back, using a hand to cup her cheek, staring into her eyes. “I hate that it hurt for you.”

She gave me a smile, and I couldn’t stop from leaning down and capturing her lips in a gentle kiss.

“I’m okay,” she whispered against my mouth.

“Do you want to stop?” She was shaking her head before I finished.

While staring into her eyes, I pulled almost all the way out, just the tip lodged in her body. And then I sank into her again, my mouth going slack as the pleasure tried to drag me under. She moaned, whimpered, but tightened her arms around me, keeping me close.

Not moving, and just allowing her time to adjust to my size, I continued to move my mouth against hers, pressing my tongue to hers in slow sweeps and with gentle pressure.

“You feel so good,” I grunted, unable to stop the words from coming out.

After a long moment, I started moving in and out of her very slowly, allowing her time to get used to the feel of me. Only when I saw the way her breathing changed, and the fact that she had a glazed-over look of pleasure across her face, did I start to go faster.

The way her breasts swayed from the rocking motion, the fact that her nipples were achingly hard, had my mouth watering.

“How does it feel, baby?” I snapped my focus back to her face.

“It’s a little uncomfortable, but feels good. So good!” she cried out and closed her eyes, the sound gratifying. She kept clenching and unclenching her fingers on my shoulders, and I loved the pleasure and pain it caused. “Don’t stop.”

I groaned and thrust deep inside her. “Christ, Nadja.” I was trying to control myself. “I’ve never felt anything as good as being inside you.” I was going to come, and really hard, but not before she did one more time.

I leaned back, adjusted her so Nadja’s lower half was tipped up, and watched as I moved in and out of her. The sight of my thick length stretching her wide as I pushed forward, of her pink, glistening flesh sucking at me as if there was no other option, had my balls drawing up tight.

Christ.

I placed my thumb on her clit and started rubbing the nub back and forth, needing her to get off once more. “Come on, Nadja, one more time, baby.” And she gave in just like that.

A gasp left her as she came. The sight of the pleasure washing over her face and the sound of her ecstasy was one of the hottest things I ever experienced. And that was my fucking breaking point.

I started pushing my hips forward and pulling them back, faster and harder until I was getting off too. I thrusted into her once, twice, and on the third deep thrust, I stilled and came so hard stars moved behind my closed lids.

My orgasm seemed to go on forever, and every muscle in my body was tense from the strain of pleasure. When I was exhausted, spent, and my balls drained, I collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, my heart beating frantically. The knowledge I filled her up, that my seed was deep in her, wasn’t lost on me. A very male, territorial part hoped she got pregnant, that having a part of me growing in Nadja would be fucking perfect. But another part said, until the time was right, I should have been more careful, wore a condom.

But fuck, I wanted to be raw inside her, bare, and feel all her wetness and heat.

“I love you,” I said, my mouth right by her ear. I moved off her, although that was the last damn thing I wanted to do. I wanted to be buried inside Nadja the rest of the night.

Before she could move away from me, I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her chest to mine, keeping her right up against me. I leaned in and kissed her, addicted to the feel of her, her flavor that danced along my tongue… everything that made her up.

We kissed for long, drugging moments. Our skin was damp from sweat, but it felt so damn good to have her this close, with nothing separating us, to finally have her in the most intimate, basic way a man and woman could be together.