Page 112 of Rapunzel Is Losing It

“Does it hurt?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m going to pull out.”

“No, wait.” She shifted, hands on my shoulders, and shot me a trembling smile before looking down at where our bodies connected. “Okay, go, but not all the way.”

She wanted to watch. Fuck, if that didn’t send another tremor through my hips. I selfishly wanted to throw her legs over my shoulders and drive into her hard enough to make it worth watching. Instead, I reminded myself that she was probably just curious, so I eased out of her inch by torturous inch.

“Huh.” She let out a little surprised sound while her brows moved in that little confused wave usually reserved for Disney princesses.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Shitty liar.”

Cordelia’s lips quivered when I sank back into her, but her eyes remained solely trained on my cock disappearing in her pink pussy. Despite how damn tight her walls gripped me, her insides were soaking wet from our shower, allowing me to burrow deep.

“Oh, snap.” She gasped when I hit a tender spot inside her, but her gaze still didn’t leave my cock.

“Want me to get you a mirror, so you can see from all angles?” I asked, moving slowly, only half-joking.

“I just didn’t think,” she huffed and reached a hand between our bodies. Using two fingers to part herself, she revealed an unobstructed view of how exactly my dick fit into her. Holy shit. My next thrust was a quick and hard jerk, caused entirely by that view, and it wrangled a sharp hiss from her throat.

“Didn’t think what?” I groaned.

“I didn’t think it would feel this right to have you inside me. It’s painful, but it doesn’t feel wrong at all.” She blinked and dropped back onto the rug, her hands wrapping around my shoulders, and her stormy eyes finding mine. “Feels like you belong there.”

“Hate to be the one to break it to you, but that’s literally what your pussy was made for.”

“Very funny.”

“I’m not kidding, baby.” I grabbed the back of her knee and yanked it up, allowing my next thrust to hit even deeper. Cordelia let out a glorious sound caught between a moan and a cry. “Your cunt takes my cock so well because that’s its purpose. You were fucking made for me.”

Her lips dropped open, twitching with every blow I delivered, but her eyes narrowed on me as that feisty defiance took hold in her. “If you’re that sure of yourself, you better prove it.”

“Oh, I think the way your needy little pussy is dripping for me is proof enough.”

“That had nothing to do with your dick. You got me wet with your fingers and your tongue,Vic.” Her new nickname for me earned her another violent thrust, this one hard enough to push her body higher on the rug. She gasped but then pinched her lips together before another sound could come out, glaring at me. “Asshole.”

I chuckled. “Careful or I’ll have to fuck that attitude out of you.”

Cordelia’s breathing was growing faster, and her nails dug into my arms. “You can try,” she gasped, “but you’ll fail.”

“You’re a fucking bitch when you’re horny, Cordelia.” I couldn’t help but laugh because this was so different from the Cordelia the rest of the world got to see, reserved just for me, and it made me want to fuck her senseless.

I leaned back and yanked her second knee up. With both her legs hooked over my arms, I grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her against me. Her ass came off the floor, and I knelt before her, charging at her like I had a fight to win. She yelped and flinched, and I didn’t ease up for a second. “Trying hard enough for you?” I growled.

She couldn’t get a word out, her vocabulary reduced to deep, reverberating moans.

When her thighs twitched, I slowed down, repositioning myself above her.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped.

“Oh, I have no intention of stopping anytime soon,” I stole a breathless kiss from her lips, “until I’ve proven that you’re just a needy little whore, desperate to have your cunt filled with cock.”

Her walls clenched tight at those words, but she raked her hands through her hair in a tell-tale show of her racing thoughts. I may have gone one step too far.