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His thumb traces my bottom lip, and there is pure adoration in his eyes. Dean's words might be bossy, but there's something between us that softens him even if he doesn't want to admit it. "Scoot back, head on the pillows, and keep those pretty little legs spread for me."
I settle into the pillows and watch as he crawls onto the bed. My body quivers, and I'm sure my face is flushed. My fingers are shaking, but Dean reaches down and stills them, pressing a kiss to my knuckles.
"Just relax, princess."
I nod, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.
"That's better," he murmurs, settling in between my legs. "Keep breathing."
He rises above me, and Dean's cock is still rock hard. The tip glistens even in the dim light of the room. He strokes himself, looking down at me, and my eyes go wide. From this angle, it's even more obvious how huge he is. I'm freaking out internally, but there's such a look of desire and anticipation on his face that I desperately want to please him.
"It's gonna be a stretch, princess," he admits, stroking himself more.
"I-I know." My words come out shaking.
Dean leans down and kisses me. His mouth drifts from my lips to the curve of my jaw and down my neck. Meanwhile, his hands are stroking my body, pinching at my nipples and making my skin rise in goosebumps.
"Good girl," he whispers into the crook of my neck. "Just relax."
Dean takes his time, kissing and licking and caressing my skin until every bit of my focus is on the way he's making me feel—so warm and tingly. When one hand finally dips between my legs, his thumb brushing my clit, he shifts to line himself up at my entrance. I can feel the head of his cock parting my folds just so, the pressure already there.
"Take a deep breath," Dean orders, and I do. "That's a good girl. I'm going to fuck you now, Delia. I'm going to make you mine."
The tip of his cock enters me, and it feels huge. I gasp, and my nails dig into his biceps.
"Oh god," I pant, stomach clenching.
"Breathe, princess." His thumb continues to work my clit, the pleasure helping to block out the uncomfortable stretching feeling. "You can take me."
"Fuck," I whimper. "I don't know if I can. It’s too big..."
"Look at me, Delia."
My eyes have been fluttering, but I force myself to focus on him and the dark, stormy gray of his eyes. A connection between us locks into place, energies merging, and a feeling of safety washes over me. I know he won't hurt me. I know he'll make it good. "Dean."
"Look at me," he growls. "Don't turn away. Not until I'm all the way in."
"I'm sorry," I whisper, meeting his gaze. "It's just…you're so big and I'm not..."
"I'm not going to hurt you. All I'm going to do is make you come."
I nod, trying to take slow, deep breaths. "Okay. Okay, I'm ready."
He eases into me, and my mouth opens but nothing comes out. There's pain, but it's dull and mixed with an intense pleasure that has my entire body tingling.
"Good girl," Dean growls. "Oh, princess. You feel so good. You're so fucking tight. I can't believe how good you feel."
I'm panting, and the pressure is building. It feels so good, but there's also that burning, stretching sensation. To my surprise, my body resists him for only a second, my inner walls stretching to accommodate his girth little by little. Maybe I really can take him.
"Fuck, you're tight." He's stretching me. It's hot, and it hurts but in the best way.
"God," I gasp and clench around him.
Dean lets out a groan and pushes in deeper. "Fuck, you're a perfect little fit."
My body trembles, and he thrusts again. I can't stop it anymore. A sharp cry of pleasure leaves my lips, and wetness seeps from me. My legs are trembling, the muscles in my core tightening, and every inch of my skin is on fire for this man. He slides his hands underneath me, gripping each of my ass cheeks and pulling me forward and onto his cock even more.
"Wrap your legs around me."
