Wrong. This is wrong. But it feels right, so right.
Easton moves between my legs, spreading me wider. An entire kaleidoscope of butterflies takes flight in my stomach as he pumps his thick cock in his hand, pre-come glistening against the tip.
As he leans forward, guiding his length toward my entrance, I clamp up.
“Wait, I’m…”
Easton pauses with his jaw clenched. He doesn’t look mad, just unhinged like he wants to slam into me instead of stopping. His muscles tremble as he stares down at me.
“I’m not on birth control,” I croak out.
The words must penetrate somewhere in his mind because he nods then, “I’ll pull out, but by the end of the week, you’ll be on birth control.” He’s not asking, he’s telling me.
Nodding, I watch as he exhales, and grapples for control over himself. My nipples harden, and my stomach tightens with anticipation. He presses a feather-light kiss to my top lip, as he moves closer, the head of his cock moves through my folds, gathering up my arousal. Then he’s there, at my entrance. Gently he presses against me, and I can feel the resistance my body puts up at his sheer size, but like the beast he is, Easton gives no fucks and thrusts inside of me with one swivel of his hips.
The air in my lungs stills, and my nails sink into his shoulders as pain ripples through my midsection. Easton tips his head back and lets out a low growl as I clench down around him.
“Holy fuck, I knew it would be good.”
For a whole second, he doesn’t move, and I’m thankful because I’m barely keeping it together. The pain starts to recede, and Easton starts to thrust slowly inside of me, his eyes pierce mine as he does, intensifying the moment.
His pelvis grinds against my clit with each move of his hips, and the combination is mind-blowing. All I can feel is him, under my skin, in my soul. It’s like he’s consuming me, and I want him to. I want him to take and take until there is nothing left.
“You feel so good.” He shudders against me. “You feel it too, don’t you?”
All I can do is nod my head as he starts to move faster and faster, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through me. Pressing his head into the crook of my neck, he sucks on the tender flesh just above my pulse.
“Easton,” I mewl, clawing at his back like a wild animal. My nails scrape against his skin, sinking deeply, so deep I wonder if I’ve drawn blood.
“Come apart for me. I want to feel you milk my cock. I want to feel your release coat my balls. Come for me, Stella…” He grunts into my throat. And even if I didn’t want to, there is no way I couldn’t. I’m too far gone to care about anything else in that instant.
Like a bird taking flight, I jump over the cliff’s edge as Easton swivels his hips, pressing just enough friction to my clit. My entire body shakes as it’s overcome with pleasure that consumes every fiber of my body. Warmth seeps in my bones, and I’m only vaguely aware of Easton grunting and growling like an animal as he moves faster and faster, his muscles rippling as he ruts into me.
“So good, so fucking good,” he snarls.
I’m slowly coming down from my orgasm when he starts to come. His cock seems to grow bigger inside of me, and I open my mouth to tell him to pull out, but it’s too late. I can already feel his sticky warm come coating the inside of my womb. His cock pulses as he continues to fill me with every last drop of his release, and while I feel sedated, I can’t help but feel that little bit of worry at the back of my mind.
Completely spent, Easton sags against me, and strangely, I love the feel of his body weight against me. In his arms, I feel safe and secure.
“You did good, baby,” Easton coo’s into my ear and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead as he pulls away from me. His cock slips out of my pussy, and I wince, a dull ache replacing the amazement that was just there.
My eyes hone in on the blood that’s covering his cock. I lost my virginity. I gave my virginity to a man I’m pretty sure I’m falling for. A man that is a killer, a heartless bastard.
“It’s just a little blood, nothing to worry about.”
I’m not sure what to say about that, but as Easton moves off the bed, I become hyperaware of the fact that Cam watched us have sex. Again, I feel like I should be bothered by this, but the feeling of shame remains absent.
Cameron’s hooded gaze locks on mine, and my heart does a flip in my chest at the carnal need pulsing outward from him.