Page 135 of The Other Side

My fingers reflexively halt over my clit, my breath stunted as I tense back up. Brant holds himself in place, his head shaking when he murmurs, “No, don’t stop. You’re doing so good, baby.”

My teeth plunge into my lower lip, biting against the pain as he continues to battle my threshold. He’s so thick. I’m not even sure I can handle anything else, but then he’s nodding. “You’re okay,” he breathes. “You’re doing so good, baby. Just breathe.”

I nod as my eyes glisten with stress, inhaling and exhaling. He pushes another inch, his brows furrowing in ecstasy as I snuggle him so tight.

My brows weave in panic, but my fingers work my slippery clit. I close my eyes, focusing on the warmth of the lubricant and my steady breathing.

I flinch when he gradually inches forward, and then he’s closing the last bit.

My lips seal, eyes squashed shut as he’s idled. His hot lips connect to the valley between my breasts, nipping and kissing their way down my stomach.

The tension is so great, compressing my lungs to the point that a tear nearly pops out. “You’re hurting. I’m going to sto—" Brant says.

I shake my head, hazy eyes greeting him. “No. Don’t stop.” I absently point to my eye when I breathe, “See? No more tears. I can handle it.”

He bites his lip as he settles his untainted fingers on my pussy. They glide in with ease along my arousal and the lube. My eyes flutter through the pleasured waves crashing against my core, all the while he doesn’t move his hips.

“Play with your tits,” he commands. “Both of them.”

I submit, rolling the sharp points between my digits. He fucks me with his fingers, my juices collecting more and more through the deep stimulation.

I’m throbbing around him, clenching his digits just as he slowly pulls from my tight hole. His rhythm is melodic and deliberate, the pace of his fingers electrifying the foreign friction.

The intensity scares the shit out of me, but words glue to the tip of my tongue. My lips part in satisfaction, and Brant reads me like an open book.

His mouth quirks up when his free hand clutches my hip. He lodges his fingers inside me, focusing on gliding my ass over his cock.

The unfamiliar penetration is tighter. More focused as it sends pulses outward. The spasms collide with the stimulation from his fingers, and the ribbon of pleasure wraps into a goddamn bow.

It’s so damn good.

So intense that my body convulses with need under his control.

I decide to play with my clit, and Brant’s gaze lights up. “Yeah, you like when I spoil you like this? Filling all your pretty holes?” he rasps.

I nod shamelessly, the triple sensations knocking against one another.

His chin jerks to the sight of our connection. “Mm, you look like a pretty whore, Callie. Ass wrapped around my cock. Pussy soaking my fingers,” he murmurs.

I’m so full, the friction raveling the knot of the bow snugger. He carefully works me over his cock, the pleasure beginning to radiate and coil in unfamiliar ways.

His hand at my hip guides me more confidently, the tension falling so heavy. I feel as though I’m going to sink to the floor, and the ache amplifies with every stroke to my clit.

My muscles flutter and clutch uncontrollably, the bliss elevating to new heights.

“Yeah, that’s what I want. Good girl,” he taunts, slipping his fingers out of me. “That’s my fucking girl.”

The orgasm climbs, crawling up me at a rapid speed. My eyes hood, lips parting in oblivion as my entire body braces for an unknown impact.

I clutch under my knees, holding myself open as he begins to thrust inside me with ease. He’s still guiding my hip, but it’s a dual effort now.

All my focus is concentrating on snatching this newfound pleasure. Fear and excitement weave together at my core, and I almost shake my head at Brant.

A crooked smile lands on his mouth as he nods his head in challenge. “Yes. Don’t be shy.” I absently wag my head, only for him to rebuttal again. “Yes, baby. Do it. Come on.”

He gradually accelerates the pumps of his cock. My hands clutch the undersides of my knees, my gaze locked on his starving one.

I whimper just as his hips sweetly rock into me. He splays a hand on my lower belly, flicking my clit at lightning speed with his thumb.