Doc - A Club Alias Novel - Page 65

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he says into my mouth, and I whimper as he plunges a finger inside me. He works it in and out, adding another, curling to reach that special spot he introduced me to before. My legs widen, instinctively wanting him closer, and as he continues to stroke that place inside me, it becomes hard to breathe. I break our kiss to gasp for breath, my head tilting back into the pillow, and I feel his lips on my neck, his beard feeling delicious against my skin.

When his fingers leave me, a sound of disappointment is pulled from my chest, but I look down to see what his hand is doing now. My heart quivers when I see he spreads my wetness over the head of his cock, and I swallow thickly as he leans forward to press it to my entrance. He’s lined up with my slit, his fist around his girth, and I close my eyes at the obscene visual.

“No, goddess. Open your eyes. I want you to watch and see who’s making you feel good,” he demands, but his voice is gentle, coaxing me to listen even though I’m afraid.

With his hand still on his cock, he works the broad head of it up and down my slit, making me gasp when it slips over my clit. As he passes over my hole, he barely penetrates me, and then he runs the crown over my clit once again.

He does this over and over, making everything so slippery with need my hips start to rock of their own accord, until I’m frantic in my need for him to fill me up, and my legs come around him to try to pull him to me.

It’s a feeble attempt. The man is the size of a Norse god and I’m less than half his muscled body weight, but the move is enough to let him know I’m desperate for him to give us what we’ve been waiting for, for so long.

He carefully lodges his tip at my entrance, and then he works that muscly arm beneath my hips, tilting me upward until he has me how he wants me. My muscles tense, and I hold my breath, awaiting his intrusion, expecting him to shove inside, since it’s all I’ve ever known, but he waits… and waits… and waits… and when my lungs start to burn from the oxygen depleting, I blow out my breath in a whoosh and meet his intense gaze, and that’s when he finally begins to slowly… ever so fractionally… sink inside me.

I take another breath, feeling my body stretch to accommodate his girth first, and as the first inch or two enters my wet heat, I start to pant, my body growing tired from holding myself so stiff. I force myself to relax, and he slides in another inch, and I moan at the heavenly intrusion. There is no pain, only the slight burn of being spread so wide around him, and my body goes lax as I realize it feels good.

He stares into my eyes, his love for me pouring from his blue depths, his face a mask of concentration as if to keep himself in control. My hips try to move to take him even deeper, and his brow furrows, his jaw clenching, as his arm tightens to keep me still.

My heart starts to pound for a different reason now, my chest feeling tight as my desire for him grows, now that I’ve had a taste of what his cock feels like inside me. I need him to move; I need him to fill me up. But he’s going so goddamn slow.

My hands come up to clutch at his shoulders, moving down to dig my fingertips into his biceps to try to pull him closer, but still, he only gives me another fucking inch, and I want to cry out in my desperation. I close my eyes tight, willing myself to calm, hoping to withstand this delicious torment, but he’s having none of that.

“Look at me, goddess,” he orders, and my eyes snap open once again, and I feel myself grow irritated.

“Well then I need you to move faster,” I bite out, trying once more to move my hips, but the effort is futile.

“I don’t want to hurt you. You need time to adjust to me,” he rumbles as my head starts to thrash on the pillow.

I let out the sound of a petulant child and dig my nails into his skin, and he sucks in a loud breath, thrusting forward another couple of inches. I gasp in pleasure, “Yes!” and do it again, scoring my nails from his shoulders to his spine, and it makes his body roll sensually against mine as he shudders.

“Fuuuck,” he growls, nearly to the end of me, but I look down and see he has much more to go.

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