Page 146 of The Heartbreaker

If this were her pussy, I would have reared back and slammed into her. But I had to remind myself that this experience wouldn’t be anything like that. This was a crawl—turtle speed, like she would say. And this was her first time, so a wrong move, and it would be over.

So, regardless of what I was feeling, of what I wanted, I would make every second of this about her.

I licked my thumb, getting the pad nice and wet, and I returned it to her clit, bearing down to add more friction. Only then did I pull myself back, dragging out of her, going as far as the center of my dick before I slid in again.

“Addison, I can’t even describe what this feels like.”

“Ah,” she sighed—a sound that was more pleasure than pain. “It’s getting better.”

I could tell by the way her legs were positioned—how there had been a slight shake to them before and that wasn’t the case anymore. And her hands—she wasn’t squeezing me; she was simply holding me.

“Within a few more strokes, it’s going to start feeling good,” I told her.

But that was up to me and the intensity in which I used and the power that I needed to reserve so I didn’t have her yelling in a way that she’d hate.

“I’m not sure I completely believe that—” Her voice cut off, and her fingers bore down on me.

I halted. “Are you all right?”

“I …”

I reached for her face and pointed it toward me. “You … what, Addison?”

Her lips opened, and a deep moan came out of them. “I believe you.”

“Baby …” I groaned. “You want it, don’t you?”

Her nails found me again. “Don’t stop.” Her hand was on my wrist, a place she’d gripped many times tonight. “Make me come, Ridge.”

I could make this last all night.

That was how fucking amazing it felt.

But all it would do was force her to resent me.

So, I’d get my baby to come so fucking hard, and then I’d take care of her.

To do that, I found a quickness and momentum that she could take. With each punch, my balls banged against her, tightening, sparking as my orgasm started to lift through my body.

“Fuck,” I growled. “I’m going to fill your fucking ass.”

She pushed down on my thumb. “Harder.”

I listened, I watched, assessing what she needed, and I gave it to her, accelerating, grinding her clit.

“Ridge!”

I didn’t know how, but she was wetter, narrowing around me. And when that happened, things started to move. Not just between us, but within me.

“You’d better fucking come,” I warned.

I saw the second it happened within her body.

Her legs lifted; her hands slapped my thighs. Her mouth opened, and the loudest scream came out of it. “Ah! Yes! Ridge!”

Those noises she was making were from me.

From my fucking dick.