Page 75 of Say Yes to the Nemesis

He flashes me a grin and rubs his thumb against my clit. My back bows and if he wasn’t holding me in place, I think I would shoot off the bed.

“Okay, baby. I’m going to take care of you. Trust me.”

I do, but I’m going crazy right now. He has me all worked up. I can feel how wet I am, that my thighs are drenched in my excitement, that some of it has pooled on the bed beneath me.

I needmore.

Ryan parts my thighs and rubs the head of his cock along the seam of my pussy. I gasp and grip his broad back, my nails digging into his flesh.

He enters me, so slow. My breath catches. I know his cock is big, but it isn’t until right this moment that I’m actually worried it’s not going to fit. It’s too much and not enough all at once, stretching me in ways I didn’t know I could stretch.

And ithurts. I wince and let out a sound. He freezes.

His voice is ragged, unsure. “Do you want me to stop?”

I shake my head, more frantic than I intend, more desperate than I can hide. I want to laugh because he’s not the one who gets to decide to stop right now. I want to scream because it’s so much, so real. I’m finally his.

“I’m dying for you,” I breathe. “Keep going.”

He groans and kisses me hard, burying the sound, burying everything else as he moves. The ache turns sweet, the fullness overwhelming and amazing.

“Fuck, Wren,” he gasps. “You’re so tight.”

I want him to know how much I’m enjoying this, how perfect it is, how incredible he is. He’s so careful with me. I can feel the tension in his muscles as he keeps his thrusts slow and intentional.

I warm up fast, my hips snapping against his. I’ve never had sex before, but my body moves in time with Ryan’s.

“Baby.” I don’t even recognize the needy, breathy voice when it leaves my chest. “Please. I need it… harder.”

“You only had to ask.” A dimple flashes in his cheek and he obliges.

He starts going faster and deeper, gripping my hips as he drives into me. His hand finds me again, finds my clit. He touches me, drives me wild, drives me to the edge.

“Just like that,” I moan, nails raking down his back, claiming him back, pulling him in. “Fuck, Ryan.”

“You’re amazing,” he says, breathless, intense, words a hot rush against my neck. “Your pussy’s so perfect. I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long and you’re better than my imagination.”

He’s holding back, tensing, but I don’t want him to. I want him to give me everything.

“Don’t stop,” I plead. “Don’t hold back.”

His thumb on my clit presses firmly. He doesn’t hold back anymore, pushing us both over the edge, feeling my pussy wallsbegin to spasm. He slams into me, filling me, stretching me, finishing me in a way I’ve never been finished before.

I explode around him, muscles tightening, everything going white and bright and hot. He cries out, spilling into me, the pulse of it intense, real, fucking incredible. We keep moving, together, until there’s nothing left to give, until we’re both drained and panting and boneless, holding onto each other like the whole world could crumble and we wouldn’t care.

We’re caught in this, tangled together, hot and slick, until it’s almost too much. I hold him. He holds me. I don’t want to let go.

Our breathing finally slows. He’s still inside me. I feel full, replete, entirely his. When his lips find mine, soft now, urgent in a new way, something shifts, something deep. He kisses me everywhere. When he pulls out, I’m not ready to be empty.

I can’t help but smile when he insists, “Go to the bathroom. I don’t want you getting a UTI.”

I cock a brow at him. “Really?”

He kisses me, long and slow, then pulls away from me with a groan, giving me a nudge.

“Go on,” he says, more of an order than a request. “Trust me, Chirp.”

It’s a little gross, but kind of sweet. Even in this, he’s thoughtful, protective. I could get used to this side of Ryan.