CHAPTER 18
ANNA’S POV
He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor like it didn’t matter, and my eyes widened, my
breath catching the second I saw his chest, so defined, so brood, so ridiculously muscular that it looked like every inch of it was carved just for me, like it was meant to make me feel small and powerless under him. And God, it worked. His obs flexed as he moved, and I found myself storing, my throat tightening as I followed the trail of veins down his torso until my eyes landed on the bulge in his trousers, hard, huge, straining against the fabric like it was ready to burst through, and I just froze.
I’d seen it before, I knew how massive it was, it hadn’t even fit fully in my hand when I gave him a blowjob, but now, looking at it again, knowing it was going inside me this time, I couldn’t stop the way my legs squeezed together or the way I gulped, nervously licking my lips.
“Will that even fit into me?” I whispered before I could stop myself.
His lips curved into this cocky, knowing smirk as he slowly unbuckled his belt, each movement unhurried, deliberate, like he wanted me to watch, wanted to torture me with the anticipation, and fuck, it was working. He slid his trousers down and kicked them off, standing there in just his briefs that were barely holding his erection in
and then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband, dragging the last barrier down.
My eyes widened, a loud gasp falling out of me as his cock sprang free, thick, hard, veiny, and easily over ten inches, maybe closer to twelve, standing tall and proud and already dripping at the tip. I swallowed hard again,
my
mouth suddenly dry, my body on fire just from looking at him. He grabbed it with one hand, slowly stroking himself while his eyes stayed locked on mine, and the sight alone made my thighs tremble.
Then he climbed on top of me.
“This will hurt a little, baby,” he murmured, voice low and deep, like a growl in my ear, “but I promise I’ll be gentle.”
I nodded, breathless, trembling as he leaned over me, guiding the head of his cock to my entrance. The second it touched me, I gasped, my back arching off the bed as my body reacted on instinct, clenching, pulsing, desperate and scared all at once. It felt too good already, like heaven and fire wropped into one, but then he pushed a little more, and I whimpered as the stretch began, sharp and thick and unfamiliar.
It burned, but it also felt… good. Wrong and right. Terrifying and addictive. My fingers grabbed at his waist as my legs opened wider on their own, as if my body was begging for more even though my brain was struggling to keep up. A single tear slipped down my cheek without warning as I pulled him closer, needing him to keep going.
He paused, pressing a soft kiss to my jow while his fingers stroked my sides gently, his breath warm on my skin. That’s just two inches, angel. Relax a little for me.”
I nodded again, trying to breathe through it, and then his mouth was on mine, kissing me wildly, hungrily, as if he was trying to devour the pain and replace it with something else. His lips traveled to my neck, lingering there as he groaned deep and low like the taste of my skin was driving him insane, and then he dragged his mouth down to my collarbone, my chest, settling between my breasts as he kissed and licked, teasing one nipple with his tongue while his hand massaged the other.
I was moaning already, the pain dulling under the pleasure as he kept moving, slipping more of himself inside me so slowly, so carefully, but I could still feel every inch of him stretching me, claiming me, filling ports of me I didn’t even know could be touched.
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Then, suddenly, a sharper pain ripped through me as my hymen broke, and I couldn’t stop the cry that escaped my lips.
He froze for a moment, kissing my face gently as he whispered, “Look at me, Anna. I want to see you. Open your eyes.”
I couldn’t, my eyes were squeezed shut, trying to cope with the pain and pleasure all at once, but he didn’t give me a choice. He reached up, cupped my cheek, and gently turned my face to his. Then he went deeper.
My eyes flew open with a loud gasp, my mouth falling open as the full size of him filled me, stretched me to the brink, and he groaned, deep and guttural, his eyes dark and wild with lust, with something deeper too… something I didn’t recognize.
Then, in a voice so hoarse, so row, it didn’t even sound like him, he said it.
“I love you, Anna.”
I stared at him, stunned, my mind blanking for a second as those words settled in. He’d never said them before. Not once. And now here he was, balls–deep inside me, holding my face like I was his whole world, whispering that he loved me.
And I believed him.
He started to move then, slow, gentle thrusts at first, rocking into me, filling me over and over while my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms clung to him like I couldn’t get enough. My whole body was on fire, aching and buzzing and desperate for him, and he kept whispering against my skin, “Don’t close your eyes, angel. I want to see you. Let me see you while I make love to you.”
The pain had melted away now, replaced by this overwhelming pleasure that kept building every time his hips rolled into mine, every time his cock slid along my inner walls, dragging nerves I didn’t know existed. I was panting, moaning, shaking, losing control, and then I started begging.
“Faster,” I whispered, “Please, Ryan, go faster… harder… please… I need it.”
He groaned loudly, grabbed my waist tighter, and slammed into me deeper, harder, and I screamed. It felt so good I couldn’t stay quiet. My moans turned into cries, loud, filthy cries of his name and curses and desperate pleas.
“F–uuccckkkk, Ryan… yes… right there, oh my God, yes, don’t stop, please, don’t stop-”
He didn’t. He kept going, his rhythm faster, his thrusts deeper, rougher, as if he was trying to fuck every emotion into me, as if he was pouring everything he felt into each movement. My hands were all over him, scratching his back, grabbing his ass, holding onto his neck as I begged him to stay inside me forever.
I came with a scream, my body jerking, clenching tight around him as the orgasm ripped through me like lightning, but he didn’t stop. He kept fucking me through it, making me feel everything all over again until I came a second time, then a third. I was a mess, sweaty, shaking, my voice almost gone from how much I’d screamed, but he wasn’t done.
“Ryan… Ryan… oh my God… how are you still going…?” I whispered breathlessly, clinging to him like my life depended on it.
He didn’t answer. Just kept thrusting into me like his life depended on it, as if this was the only thing keeping him. alive. His cock was still so hard, so heavy inside me, his obs flexing above me, his muscles gleaming with sweat, and he looked like a god, veiny, wild, insane for me.
And then finally, finally, I felt it, the way his body tensed above mine, the way his cock twitched inside me, and he
groaned, loud and row and broken.
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But instead of staying in and filling me like I expected, he pulled out at the very last second, gripping his cock tightly as thick, hot cum spilled out, shooting all over my skin, my face, my stomach, my hips. It was messy and filthy and so fucking hot I mooned again just from the feeling of it.
He stroked himself one last time, letting the last few drops drip onto me, before collapsing on top of me, panting, his lips crashing into mine in a deep, messy, possessive kiss.
He kissed me like he owned me.
And maybe now… he did.
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