Wet (A Real Man #25) - Jenika Snow Page 0,24

“I want to be inside you when I do that.”

His rock-hard cock was nestled between my folds, and when he kissed me, I swore I felt his it jerk as if he couldn’t help it.

“You feel what you do to me?” He pressed against me harder and harder, over and over again. “Do you feel how hard I get for you, Pyper?” I nodded and gasped. “I’ve only ever gotten hard for you. Only you.”

This was a first for both of us. How was that even possible? I could have tried to think it all through, but I didn’t have the energy. I only wanted to give myself to this man, this boy who looked at me like I was… his everything.

“Gio, please.” I had no shame right now. “I need you now.”

“Pyper,” he said so low I almost didn’t hear him. He lowered his mouth to mine at the same time he reached between our bodies and aligned the tip of his dick with the opening of my pussy. My heart stopped, my body tightening. God, this was it. This was the moment I’d been waiting for my entire life. This was the only person I’d ever thought of taking my virginity.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he groaned, and I did, lifting my legs and wrapping them around his waist, causing him to sink farther into me. We both made guttural sounds.

I felt the stretch and burn of him working his way inside me, pushing all those thick, big inches of his cock into my unused pussy. He’d torn through my hymen easily before he’d even really penetrated me, that thin piece of innocence at the opening of my body now his forever.

Gio’s expression was strained, almost pained. I could tell he was trying so hard to keep control. I wanted him to lose it.

I could see out of my peripheral that one of his hands was braced by my head, his arm straight and tensed, his bicep bulging. “You me,” I begged, knowing he’d understand the intimacy I needed, the gentleness. He moved his other hand and cupped my cheek, stroking his thumb along my skin softly. He stared into my eyes the entire time as he kept working his dick into my body.

“Stay right here with me, Pyper.”

Always.

It was like everything around us disappeared, like there was nothing else that mattered in the world but this one moment. I felt that to my very soul.

“Pyper, you’re so fucking tight. And God, baby, you’re soaked for me.” He gritted his teeth and pulled out of me slowly. When just the tip of his cock was at my entrance, Gio waited for a prolonged moment, staring down at where we were connected, then he sank back in. A groan spilled from him as he closed his eyes, his pleasure clear.

He pulled out, pushed back in.

Pulled out. Pushed back in.

Gio bottomed out inside me and then stilled, as if to really let me feel how much he filled me. My inner muscles contracted around him involuntarily.

“Jesus.” He reached up and smoothed his thumb over my lip. “Tell me,” he gritted out. He didn’t give me a chance to ask what he meant. “Tell me I’ll be the only man who ever knows what you feel like… like this.”

I licked my lips, panting. “Only you.” He rested his upper body on top of mine, and I sighed when his hardness met every feminine, soft part of me. The way he touched me, spoke to me, was soft and gentle, possessive and territorial.

With his chest to mine, Gio started moving his hips back and forth, stroking me from the inside out. I was helpless to keep my eyes open, and so I gave in, letting them close, giving myself over to how good and right this felt.

Gio was breathing so hard it was as if he’d run a marathon. He started really moving in me then, as if he was having one hell of a time controlling his pace.

The feeling of him moving in and out of me, pistoning that thick shaft of his through my little pussy hole, was unlike anything I could have ever imagined.

I’d thought of this countless times, but nothing could have ever prepared me for reality.

Both of his forearms were now beside my head, his abdomen contracting, his six-pack flexing as he thrust into me. I grew hotter, felt my pussy clenching around his cock on its own as he plunged in and out of me.

“Pyper. Christ,