my waist. In another breath, he flipped us over on the bed, dragging me up the mattress. Seeming focused, he made sure both hands were over my head, gripped tightly in one of his. He needed control, and he questioned me with a look, checking to see if this was okay. I nodded at him, and he relaxed, returning his focus to my body. Hair fell over his forehead as he leaned down, thoroughly swiping my centre with his hot tongue. My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the jolt of pleasure flooding through me. He did it again, lapping his tongue up and down my slit, lingering longer on my swollen clit.
He muttered under his breath, words that made me groan. “Oh, I missed this, dove.”
I could hardly concentrate as he cursed into me, murmuring more things. Telling me he wanted me to come, but also wanted to feel me pulse around his dick. He went on and on, and then he came back over me, and his free hand explored my sex. He watched my face as he probed my entrance with his finger, gliding it in and then out.
“You’re right, dove,” he said, entranced. “No one’s been here.”
My hips jerked up, inviting his touch. “You sound like you don’t believe me.”
“Eight years, Char.” He looked incredulous. “Eight years is a long time for anyone.”
“Well, it’s true. Believe it or not.”
His eyes looked brighter now, appearing satisfied. “Baby, I just agreed no one’s fucked this sweet pussy. My finger barely fits.”
I smirked at him, cheekily saying, “You always did have big fingers, though.”
He smiled softly, looking so relaxed now that he had the control. “How’s my dick gonna fit, dove?”
When his thumb rubbed my clit, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. “You’re just going to have to break me.”
“That’s cold, don’t you think?”
“No.” I gave him a hard look now as he continued to move his finger in and out of me, gritting out, “I need it to hurt, Conor. I want to be sore in the morning. I want to believe this is real and not some cruel dream.”
His finger slowed as he took my words in. He slowly pulled his finger out of me. I was so wet, I hardly felt him leave my body. I needed something bigger. I needed his cock stretching me. I was so hungry for him, I couldn’t contain myself.
He swiped at my pussy and rubbed my wetness on his length, lubricating himself with it. It was so erotic I could have come just watching it. I spread my legs wide for him, and he smiled at that, glancing at me briefly, a knowing look in his eye.
“I’m going to let go of your hands, pup,” he told me, pumping his cock a couple times as he settled between me.
“I won’t touch you,” I promised.
He looked bothered by that. Leaning down, he delivered a chaste kiss. “I want you to touch me, Charlotte, want your nails down my back. Just don’t grab my dick, okay?”
I nodded, swallowing hard at his edgy expression. I could see he was troubled when he let go of my hands. He went still as I slowly brought my hands around him, settling them on his back. I was suddenly very aware of his bruises.
“It’ll hurt if I hold onto you,” I whispered. “The bruises…”
“I hardly feel them,” he assured me.
I didn’t buy that. They were fist sized bruises, like he’d been punched by a massive hand. How big was the man it belonged to?
“Dove,” he said, bringing me back to the present. “I need you here with me.”
I nodded. “Kiss me, Conor.”
He kissed me tenderly, parting my lips to stroke against my tongue. It was sloppy kissing. Perfect kissing. I was vaguely aware his tip was pressing into my entrance. I was saturated for him and yet my body seemed to reject his prodding.
“Oh, dove,” he groaned against my mouth, panting into me. “Oh, dove, I can’t fit.”
My hand wandered down his back. I gripped his ass and pressed him to me. “Try.”
“Look at me.”
I did. I looked into his eyes as he pressed himself into me. I still rejected him. It was like my body wouldn’t allow his invasion. He kept rocking his hips, trying to press into me, trying to gently find his way to my centre.
Didn’t he understand?
“Break me,” I gritted out, digging my nails into his ass.
He pressed his lips together tight and, finally seeming to