Page 23 of Ironside
Ironside’s gaze bored into mine as he paused, waiting while my walls fluttered around his finger. He was only inside my pussy by less than an inch and it was agony.
Frustration and desire warred in my chest.
I wanted more.
But my body said no.
“Lena,” Ironside said, firm, commanding.
“I’m okay,” I whispered.
“Does it hurt?”
I said nothing and shifted my gaze up to the ceiling, blinking rapidly so I didn’t cry. Ironside remained quiet, but he didn’t move either. Waiting for me to gather myself. Waiting for me to look at him again.
When I finally dragged my gaze down to meet his eyes, I feared what I would see there.
Annoyance. Judgment. Impatience.
Instead, I saw the same adoration and desire and want that I’d always seen in his gaze since the moment we first met.
Did you really think I would dump a pretty little thing like you just because you need to be handled with a bit more care and attention?
Ironside wasn’t going anywhere.
“Try again,” I said.
He slid his chair even closer, placing his palm against my lower belly and rubbing my clit with his thumb. The sheer determination in the set of his shoulders and every angle of his body, the laser focused look in his eyes made me wish more than anything that I could just climb into his lap, sink down on his cock, and ride him hard.
But Icouldn’t.
Why was fate this cruel? To give me an attentive, dominant older man oozing with sex appeal, while my vagina remained locked up so tight that he couldn’t even finger me.
“Are you still with me, petal?”
Ironside’s voice pulled me out of my own head and focused back on him.
“Yes,” I said, confident in my decision. “Please. Try again.”
Ironside skimmed his knuckles along my inner thigh before stroking my pussy and pressing in again.
I bit the inside of my cheek and closed my eyes. Trying to relax. Trying to enjoy it. Trying to will the pain to go away. Trying…
“Poppies,” I sobbed.
Instantly, Ironside stopped. He looped his arms around me, sliding me off the table and into his lap.
“Come here.”
I burrowed into his shoulder with mortification. My body ached for release, and the longing to have him inside me was still there. But I couldn’t satisfy it.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled.
Ironside cradled the back of my head in his palm, holding me tightly.
“You have no reason to apologize.”
“But—”
