Page 76 of Not So Goode

He reached down to his sagging jeans. Fished two fingers into his right hip pocket and produced a condom. “Shoved this in there before we left, hoping for…well, the plan was a hotel bed, but here we are.”

I took it from him. “Here we are.”

He was concentrating, focused hard as I caressed his length with one hand and stuck the condom wrapper in my teeth with the other. Ripped it open, withdrew the ring of latex. Rolled it onto him.

He palmed my ass, cradling it. “You can still tell me no, Charlie.”

I clutched his hardness in one hand and his neck in the other, pulled him in for a kiss. “Not going to. Don’t want to.” Another kiss. “Can’t. I need this too bad, baby.”

His eyes met mine, darkening, deepening. “Baby.”

“That okay?”

The sharp line at the bridge of his nose sharpened. “Never been called baby.”

My heart did something funny, at that. “Baby.” I scratched the stubble on his cheek. “Quit stalling anddrillme.”

He snarled. Began to lift me, two hands on my ass. “Wait. One thing, first.”

I started to question him, but he was too fast. He pushed the leather jacket off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, ripped my shirt up and off so fast my breasts ached from the sudden bounce. Bare, now, my nipples went harder yet.

“That’s better,” he growled. “Need to see those big juicy tits bounce when I fuck you, babe.”

And then he lifted me, pulled my legs around his waist. I reached between us and fit him into me. Then clung to his neck.

He pushed, a gentle flex of his hips. “Ready, Charlie?”

I shook my head. “No way I’m ready for this.” I let go of his neck a little, pushing my ass downward, to take him. “Don’t let that stop you.”

And ohhhhh god, oh god. I wasnotready. Not for the aching burn of taking him, all of his many thick inches. I groaned raggedly as he filled me, shuddering all over with a kind of pain that was delicious and beautiful and raw all at once, the burn of stretching around an unbelievably, improbably huge cock. Which just filled me and filled me, and kept filling me. Until I was glutted on him, overwhelmed, crying with confused bliss at the sensation—so muchmorethan I had imagined it possible to feel, and so muchbetter.

I clung to him. Shuddered. Pressed my lips to his ear. I wanted to scream, but I was too breathless at the feel of him. “Crow.”

He groaned, equally as raggedly as I had. “Fuck, ohhhh fuck, Charlie. Fuck, you’re sotight.” He adjusted his grip on my ass, lifting me, pressing me up against the door. “Hurting you?”

“No,” I breathed. And then he pulled back, and I cried out. “Yes, but it’s good.”

“Tell me if I gotta stop.”

“Slow, just…go slow. Till I get used to you.” I had to bite his neck to keep from sobbing—we’d just started and I didn’t want to sob yet. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, Crow, you’re so fuckinghuge.”

He laughed. “Not gonna lie, Ireallylike how you say that.”

I wanted to laugh, tried, but it came out as a half moan, half laugh. “Like you…oh god––like you don’t know your cock is enormous, Crow.” I planted my forehead against his, gasping. “It’s how you use it that…oh my fuckinggod—that’s killing me.”

He was doing something slow and hard, somehow managing to move slowly and carefully but still forcefully. And then a little faster.

And then slower.

And then the pain of accepting him was gone, and all I had within me was raw ravenous burningneed.

I raked my hands down his chest. Nipped his ear. “Crow?”

He pushed in, then when he was seated deep, throbbing within me, he leaned backward to gaze into my eyes. “Yeah? You okay?”

So worried for me. So sweet.

“Now.”