My mouth opened, but nothing came out. Just breath. Just need. My chest was heaving, every inch of me tight with pressure, and I was straddling him, bare and aching, thighs shaking from how hard I was trying not to fall apart.
I didn’t say yes.
But I didn’t move away.
And that was all he needed.
His fingers sank into my hips, pulled me down, and I felt it—the blunt head of his c**k pushing in, stretching me slow and unrelenting. My breath caught sharp in my throat, hands gripping the headboard so hard my knuckles went white.
“f**k—” I gasped, hips twitching.
“Yeah,” Derek breathed, voice filthy, almost reverent. “Take it. You can take it.”
It felt huge. Too thick, too deep, and I couldn’t stop the sound that ripped out of me when the pressure tipped into pain, into pleasure, into so
