Rock My Love: A Steamy Standalone Instalove

“I told you you’d know what to do,” I growl.

She bites her lip, nodding, staring down the length of my body as I climb onto the bed.

“Be gentle,” she whispers.

“I will,” I snarl. “At first, at least.”

She digs her fingernails into my shoulders as I reach down and grab my shaft, guiding the tip of my cock to her hole. And then I’m pushing, arching my back, and driving with my hips, her sweet tight hole opening ever so slightly to let me in.

“You’re big,” she gasps, fingernails biting even harder into my skin. “Fuck. You’re huge. Oh my God.”

I growl and kiss the edge of her mouth, as I push in a little deeper.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Billie

My pussy protests as he thrusts deeper and deeper, causing a stinging sensation to grip my lower half. I dig my fingernails so hard into his shoulders I’m sure I’m going to break the skin… or break my nails against his stony muscles.

His lips are twisted as he rears forward, his fists planted on either side of me, staring down with a heated look in his eyes.

Inching deeper and deeper, he finally pauses, my hole clinging tightly onto his massive girth. He fills me up completely, his cock feeling as though it gets somehow bigger when it’s inside, pushing me to my limit.

“Oh fuck,” I whimper when something amazing begins to happen.

It’s subtle at first, like warm water flowing from my belly, like my womb knows I’m struggling to take him, and sends soothing sensations to ease me. He starts to pulse, it feels like, or maybe that’s just a place within me I’ve never felt before, raw and new and exposed and hot, most of all hot.

The corner of Aaron’s lips twitch, as he reads my expression.

“I told you,” he snarls, as my pussy begins to relax, just a little, just enough to push away any stinging or uncomfortable feelings.

Suddenly, all I can feel is the sensation of his cock, as he starts to slowly slip out of me, each inch making my pussy ache and throb for more.

The deep-within place sings out for him to drive in again, protesting that he’s no longer inside me.

I smooth my hands to the back of his neck, tugging on him.

He smirks. “You eager girl.”

“It feels…”

“Say it,” he growls, as he slowly pushes his cock deeper and deeper, making me feel every little movement.

It’s like my pussy is ablaze with nerves, thousands of them, making my hips and my legs and even my knees tingle. My toes begin to curl and I tighten my grip on his neck, tugging, eager for him to get closer to me, to melt into me.

“It feels so good,” I whimper when he’s pushed all the way in again. “And new, so freaking new.”

He leans down and kisses me. I grab his cheeks, kissing him harder in return, and then we begin to rock together.

He slips in and out of me with more speed, his cock pounding over and over, the engorged helm pressing against that super-sensitive spot.

I gasp when he leans down, laying his firm pecs against my breasts. We can’t kiss anymore, our movements getting too fast, our lust building.

I focus on the sound of his moans in my ear, husky and guttural. Like he can’t believe this is happening. Like he’s as lost to the moment as I am.

We should stop. The message rings clearly through me.

We need to stop. We said we’d wait.

But it falls into a soundless abyss as my body screams louder, telling me to move my hips, to drive down in time with his thrusts.

“Fucking hell.” He rears back, giving me a perfect view of his tattooed sweat-coated chest, the tension turning his expression into a battlefield.

“You… like… that?” I gasp, forcing the words out.

“Yes,” he growls. “It shows me how badly your virgin body needs—needs—fuck.”

With a snarl, he thunders into me. I scream as my body jerks upwards, the sheets sticking to my sweaty back. He hammers into my sweet spot and suddenly I can’t move my hips in time with him, the pleasure almost overwhelming me.

He pauses, looking at me, a question in his eyes.

Too hard?

“Fuck me, Aaron,” I whisper.

My thoughts try to betray me.

My imagination tries to tell me he’s going to laugh at my forwardness.

He’s going to mock me. He’s going to tell me I sound like an idiot.

But then my lust takes over and I reach up, running my fingernails down his chest.

He lets out an animal roar as he fucks me harder, slamming his cock into my pussy. His helm is so freaking huge, a massive solid point of euphoria, pressing over and over against that new and exciting place within.

“Your tits… fuck… the way they’re bouncing…”

“Hmm-mm.”

It’s all I can say, the only sound I’m capable of making as our bodies sink into each other.