He slid his hands into my hair and pulled hard enough to get my attention. “No more teasing.”
I licked my lips and nodded. He gripped my chin and held my gaze. “If we don’t go upstairs right now, I’ll break your ass in right here on the floor.”
Holy shit. “Um… then I guess we should go upstairs.” I let out a surprised squawk when he picked me up, sliding an arm under my knees and one around my back, lifting me easily. He carried me upstairs like a bride. This was so far from a wedding night it wasn’t even funny, and yet I felt cherished by him as he laid me on his big bed and settled between my legs.
“Turn over, ass in the air. Wrap your arms around a pillow and don’t move.” His commanding tone was just as much of a turn-on as the way he’d cradled me in his arms. I wasn’t sure there was anything he could do that I wouldn’t find hot as fuck.
Remington reached into his nightstand drawer for the lube. As he coated his fingers, I raised up on my elbows and turned so I could see his cock, his really big cock. How was I going to take all of that? “Remington, I…”
He shook his head. “No talking. All you’re supposed to do right now is feel.”
“I don’t think—” He slapped my ass hard enough to make me cry out. “I’m sorry I—”
He pushed a finger into me, and I gasped.
“You’re going to take so much more than this before I’m done with you. I’m going to bury myself all the way inside you. I’m going to wreck you and make you like it.”
When he added another finger, I whimpered. It stung, and I was getting more and more afraid I wouldn’t be able to accommodate his huge cock.
“You feel incredible,” he said. “So fucking tight. I can’t wait to be inside you.” He pushed his fingers deeper and pressed against the secret spot inside. My whole world lit up. The pressure was too much, yet I didn’t want it to stop.
“Wait till I rub over your sweet spot with my dick. You’ll beg me to fuck you over and over again every day once you feel it.”
I was almost certain he was right. He stretched me some more with his fingers, showing more patience than I’d expected.
When he pulled his fingers out, I felt empty. “Need more.”
“I know you do.” He moved into position behind me and brushed my hole with the tip of his cock. It was big and thick, and I was suddenly very unsure again.
He pushed in slowly, but it felt like he was tearing me in two. I cried out and fisted my hands in the pillow, biting my lip to keep from begging him to stop.
“Breathe, cher.”
The term of endearment was enough to help me relax just a little. Then he eased in farther, and I tensed again.
“Relax, darlin’. You can take it.”
I would. I had to.
He pulled out, and that felt almost too good. When he thrust in again, my ass burned like it was on fire. There was no way he could fit. It wasn’t possible.
He reached under me, grabbed my cock, and began stroking me. Even with his cock about to tear me apart, he had me hard again in seconds. His hand felt incredible, and somehow he knew just the rhythm I needed. Before long, I was working my hips, driving into the circle of his hand.
“That’s it,” he said. “You need this. You need to be filled.”
He pushed deeper into me, but his hand stroking me helped me find pleasure instead of pain. “I’m going all the way this time.”
“I don’t… I can’t…”
“You can. You’re mine, and I’m going to have you in every way I want you.”
He would. I was absolutely sure of that. And as full as my ass was, I didn’t want him to stop.
“More,” I demanded.
“That’s right, cher. I have more for you.” He pushed in, and I couldn’t stop myself from whimpering as he sank in until his balls rested against me.
He held still, giving me a chance to adjust, though I wasn’t sure that was possible. I didn’t understand how it could hurt so much and feel so good at the same time.
“Talk to me,” he demanded.
“I feel like you shoved a redwood up my ass.”
He snorted. “Who does this ass belong to?”
Before I had a chance to answer, he pulled back and drove in again much harder this time. I made a strangled sound.
“You. Belongs to you.”
“Fuck yes it does.”
He moved slowly then, and after a few of those more careful strokes, it began to feel more pleasurable than painful. He gripped my hips, tilting them so the next stroke dragged across my prostate. I cried out in pleasure. It was so intense I wasn’t sure I could survive much more.