Page 144 of The Heartbreaker

“I’m ready.”

I let out a chuckle. “Yes, I think you might be.”

“I had a feeling this was going to happen here, and I brought something to help us.” She pointed at the closet. “It’s in the front pocket of my suitcase.”

She went to move, and I stopped her.

“I’ll get it. Stay there.”

I walked to the closet and located the pocket, reaching inside, and when I felt the cold plastic, I pulled it out and carried the bottle back to the bed.

“You certainly came prepared.” While I opened the bottle of lube, I aimed my tip at her pussy and plunged inside.

“Ridge!”

“Fuck,” I moaned.

I needed this for me.

I needed it for her.

But I only gave her a few quick pumps of my shaft before I pulled out.

“You’re so fucking mean,” she hissed.

I laughed as I squirted some of the clear gel onto my finger and spread it across my dick and around her ass. “You might be saying that again very soon, but I promise I’ll change your mind.”

“In case you were wondering, Leah bought that for us.”

I tossed the bottle onto the bed and slid her back a few feet, so her head was closer to the pillows, and I positioned myself between her legs. “Hold on—Leah bought it?”

She smiled. “I might have filled her in on your dream of doing this.”

“So, that was her gift to you?” I laughed.

She returned the gesture. “What can I say? I have a good bestie.”

“Yes, you do, and you’re going to thank her because I was going to use my spit, and I assure you, you’ll like this much better.” I lifted her legs and held them around me, making sure she kept that position before I released her and pointed my crown at her ass. “I need you to relax for me. That’s the only way this will work.”

“Are you about to split me in half?”

“For only a second. You’ll get used to it quickly. I promise.”

To keep her mind focused, I rubbed her clit, strumming it like she was music. Her moans were quiet, but they were present, even while I pressed into her.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding,” she said softly.

She was so fucking tight; I didn’t know if I’d fit.

I needed a new plan.

So, I backed up, and I coated the gel around my finger, eventually breaking through and pushing in.

“This …” Her head tilted, and her back arched. “Okay … I can do this.”

Her breathing confirmed what she’d just said, telling me she could handle this, and that was why I continued to go in further. I didn’t hurry the process. I couldn’t do that with this. There were steps, and if I didn’t follow them properly, this would be the last time I’d ever have her.

That wasn’t going to happen.