Page 31 of Wraith’s Promise

I pull off again, look back at him over my shoulder, still on my hands and knees with my ass in the air. "That wouldn't be a problem. I'd take every last drop, swallow everything you give me."

"Fuck—"

"But," I continue, crawling up his body until we're face to face, "I really want you inside me. Want to feel this thick cock stretching me open, filling me so full I can't think straight."

He flips us, and suddenly he's on top, both muscular arms planted on either side of my head like pillars, caging me in but not trapping me. His cock presses against my thigh, hard and slick with my saliva.

"You sure about this?" he asks, searching my face. "We're not using protection. I didn't plan for this, didn't think—"

"I'm sure." I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "I can't get pregnant, remember? And I'm clean. Got tested after my last relationship ended."

"I'm clean too. I haven't been with anyone since Kate." His hand slides down my body, hooks into my panties. "But Quinn, this is… If we do this, it means something. To me, it means something."

"Good," I tell him. "Because it means something to me too."

He pulls my panties to the side rather than taking them off completely, and then he's rubbing the tip of his cock against my entrance, and it feels so fucking good I could come from just this.

"You're soaked," Dean says, awed. "Absolutely dripping for me."

"I told you. I've been wet all day thinking about this."

He pushes in just the tip and we both groan. Even just that much is a stretch. He's so thick, thicker than anyone I've been with before.

"Please," I hear myself say, desperate and needy. "Just put it inside. I need to be filled, Dean. Need you so badly."

Then embarrassment floods through me and I add quickly: "I'm not very tight. Just so you know. I… Men have complained before, said I'm too loose, and I know that's not—"

"Stop." Dean's voice is firm, commanding. He cups my face with one hand, forcing me to look at him. "I don't care about any of that. I don't care what other men said or thought or complained about. I just want us to be one. Want to feel you around me. Want to make you feel so good you forget every man who came before me."

"Dean—"

He pushes in another inch and my back arches off the bed. "You feel perfect. Absolutely perfect. You understand me?"

I nod, unable to form words.

"Say it. Say you feel perfect."

"I feel perfect," I whisper.

"That's right." He pushes in further, feeding me his cock inch by inch. "You're perfect for me. This pussy was made for my cock. Look how well you're taking me."

I look down between our bodies and watch his thick shaft disappearing into me, stretching me wide, filling me so completely I can barely breathe.

"Oh my god," I gasp. "Dean, you're so—fuck—so big—"

He bottoms out and we both freeze, breathing hard. I've never felt this full before. Never been stretched this wide. His cock is pressing against places I didn't even know existed.

"You okay?" Dean asks, voice strained with the effort of holding still.

"Better than okay." I clench around him and he groans. "I've never… No one's ever filled me like this. I didn't know it could feel like this."

Something fierce and possessive crosses his face. "No one's ever made you feel this way?"

"Never."

"Good." He pulls back slowly until just the tip remains, then slams back in hard enough to make me cry out. "Because this pussy is mine now. You're mine, Quinn. Say it."

"I'm yours," I gasp as he starts to thrust in earnest. "Fuck, Dean, I'm yours."