Page 72 of Deserving Ryleigh
“It’s over. It’s done. I’m in. Breathe, Ryleigh. I’m not moving. You’re okay.”
She wanted to push him away. He was big, huge. Enormous. And it felt as if he was tearing her in two. A small whimper escaped her lips.
“I know, I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry. Give it a moment. If it still hurts, I’ll pull out and we’ll be done for now. But this is the only time it’ll hurt this much, I promise.”
Even as he spoke, the pain lessened. It didn’t disappear, but instead turned into a throbbing ache.
Tiny shifted up carefully until he was bracing himself on one hand above her. Then he moved the other between their bodies. Without a word, he began to caress her clit gently. Ryleigh was relieved when pleasure began to override the pain.
“Better?” he asked.
Ryleigh couldn’t speak, she could only nod.
“Good. This orgasm probably won’t be as intense as the other two, but it’ll help loosen your muscles. Yeah, like that.”
With every caress of his finger on her clit, Ryleigh could feel her inner muscles—previously clenched as tightly as possible, as if that could prevent him from goingdeeper—relaxing more and more. And as they did, his length inside her began to actually feel good. Better than his fingers. More substantial.
Her breaths came faster, and while she was aware she was digging her nails into his biceps, she couldn’t seem to make herself let go.
“God, you have no idea how good you feel. You’re so hot and tight. Nothing in my life has felt better than being inside your pussy. I’m going to make this up to you. Next time it won’t hurt. I swear. You’ll feel nothing but pleasure. I can feel you fluttering around my cock. It’s like you’re caressing me from the inside out. Come for me, Ryleigh. One more time, then you can rest.”
Resting sounded great. Perfect. But the orgasm that was just out of reach felt more important. She experimented by pushing her hips up into Tiny. It felt good.Reallygood. She wanted more.
But Tiny refused to budge. “No, stay still. I know you want to move, but I don’t want to hurt you. You can orgasm like this, I know you can. Do it, Ryleigh, come for me. Come on my dick. Bathe me with your juices. I want to feel it on my bare cock. Claim what’s yours.”
That was all it took. The thought of Tiny trusting her enough to make love to her without the condom made her careen off the edge once more. He was right, the orgasm wasn’t as intense as it had been the last two times, but with him deep inside her body, it felt very different. She gripped his dick hard as she came.
Then, to her surprise, he collapsed to his elbows and moaned into her ear. She was confused for a second. Had he come? No, he couldn’t have. He hadn’t moved inside her at all. Didn’t guys have to thrust in order to orgasm?She felt stupid that she didn’t actually know. Only recalled what she’d seen in movies and read in books. In every case, the guy needed the stimulation of thrusting to come.
After a moment, he lifted his head and smiled wryly down at her.
“Did you…was it okay?” she asked.
“Okay? I’ve never come so hard in my life,” Tiny said. A bead of sweat dripped down his temple, and Ryleigh was fascinated by that small sign of his exertion.
“But you didn’t…I thought men had to move to come.”
He laughed. “So did I.”
“I’m so confused.”
“Honey, I was on a hair trigger even before I entered you. Feeling you come around my bare dick? I’veneverfelt that before. Ever. I’ve always worn a condom. I got a little control back after I saw how much pain you were in, but the feel of you fluttering around me…then when you squeezed my cock as you came, it milked my orgasm right out of me. I didn’tneedto move, the pleasure I got from simply being inside you was enough.”
He grinned and ran a finger down her nose when she gaped at him.
“Your blush is adorable,” he said.
Ryleigh shifted under him and realized he was still inside her body. Her Kegels tightened, and he groaned.
“Fuckthat feels good.”
“What? This?” she asked, tightening her core around him again.
“Yes! That,” he agreed, sitting up and pulling out of her.
Ryleigh couldn’t stop the small whimper of pain from escaping.
“I know, sweetheart. Give me a second. Don’t move.”
