Page 163 of Filthy Beautiful
“Wait—”
He shoved in—and slid right into place somehow.
Holy. Christ.
He felt… deep. There was pressure deep inside, where he hit my womb or something. His body was tight against mine. His balls pressed against me. Everything felt achy and strange.
But… the fit was better.
“Ah, God. That’s even better.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmm. Give me more.”
He pulled out a bit and thrust back in. When I nodded for him to keep going, he got into a slow rhythm, pumping his hips against me. Filling me. It was kind of…ow. But it felt right at the same time.
So good.
“Good?”
“Huhhhh,” I breathed.
“Yeah. You like that…?”
“Uhhh,” I gasped. “I like…”
“Mmm.” He groaned, and lowered his head to kiss my neck. He laid kisses one after another up my throat… under my ear.
“Is that… good for you?” I asked.
“So good.”
“Yeah…? Tell me…”
“Feels… fucking… amazing,” he groaned between kisses.
“Say dirty stuff to me,” I panted.
He looked at me, propping himself up a bit on his elbows. And even as he kept fucking me, slowly, he said, “You don’t want to know the shit that’s in my head right now, sweetheart.”
“I do.”
“Yeah? Be careful what you ask for…”
“I asked forthis…” I said, running my hands down his body, shyly. The curve of his back, the dimples in the muscle where his lower back met his ass, the thick muscles of his butt. “And it’s…awesome.”
He groaned. “You know we really shouldn’t be doing this.” His eyes moved down my face to my chest. He didn’t stop fucking me, though.
“I don’t care.”
His eyes met mine. “I don’t care, either.”
“Good. Tell me more.”
“I love that hungry look on your face right now,” he said. “Like you can’t get enough. Even if it hurts.”
“I don’t care if it hurts.”
