Page 162 of Filthy Beautiful

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He shoved into me. I cried out, a kind of gasp-scream, and he stopped.

We’d both gone totally still. I gasped for breath. I was in shock, maybe.

He was in me, though. Definitely.

I squirmed a bit. Feeling weirdly… impaled.

“You okay?” he whispered.

“Uh…”

“Bad?” He kinda froze and studied my face.

“No. Oh, God. Not bad. Just… weird.”

“Weird?”

“So… Wow. That’s so… erotic.” The word just fell out of my mouth. I didn’t know what else to call it.

He wasinsideme. His whole, big, long…

“You’re… inside me,” I breathed.

His face softened. Not quite a smile… Relief? He dipped his head and kissed me, softly this time. His tongue filled my mouth and swept against mine again. He kept kissing me, slowly, and my whole body relaxed, gradually. My core seemed to relax, too.

Then he lifted his hips and started fucking me, just as slowly, pulling almost out and then easing back in.

He broke our kiss, but his face was so close to mine. I could feel his warm breath on my face. Each time he pushed inside, it felt like he went just a little deeper. Each time, I hissed out a breath. Pain, sort of. Pressure. Warmth.

Lust.

And something… awkward.

He didn’t fit right.

“You okay?” he murmured.

“Good. Yeah, just…”

“More?”

“No.”Oh, God.Was there more? Like more ofhim? “Um… not more. Just… like that.”

He kept fucking me, in a slow, steady rhythm.

He groaned a little in his throat.

I clung to him all over, like that would make it hurt less or something. Or like I could control it. But he was way too strong. Too heavy. I was just trying to keep up, to process everything.

“You ready for more?”

More??

Jesus… Whatmore? I could barely take what was happening right now.

“Oh my God, Xander. Are you bigger?”

“I can go deeper. I’m gonna…”

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