Page 101 of Shark’s Edge

Her pussy was so wet, the noises coming from my fingers pumping into her were lewd and erotic. “Fuck yes. I love that sound. Feel me, baby. Feel what you’re doing to me.”

Fuck, I was so wound up, I wanted to explode. I was afraid when I did finally get inside her, I’d last for only a few strokes. Abbigail wrapped a tentative hand around my erection, and I hissed.

“Did that hurt you? I’m so sorry.”

“No.” I tried to laugh, but I sounded like an injured farm animal instead. “No, I’m so jacked up, it feels like electricity,” I said in a strangled voice.

“Oh. Ooooohhh,” she responded when I added a third finger.

“Take it, baby. Take it for me. You can handle it, can’t you?” I chanted and then challenged.

She nodded quickly. Short, jerky nods.

“That’s my good girl. My cock is bigger than my fingers, baby. Think of how good you’re going to feel stuffed full of my dick.” My praises and taunts were tangled with our kisses and tongues’ choreography.

“See? Your body likes that idea. I felt your cunt gush more when I said that. Dirty girl. You want my cock so bad, don’t you?”

“I do. I do, Sebastian. Please. Just fuck me now. I’m ready now. Please.” Abbi whimpered and begged, and I knew it would play on a continuous loop in my memory for a very long time.

“I think you are too. Lie back, baby. It’s time. Is this how you want it? Missionary?”

“I don’t . . . I don’t know? Can you just decide that part?”

Record-setting condom donning time clocked after that, and then I was positioned at her entrance, Abbigail’s extra-large emerald eyes riveted to mine.

“Relax, baby. Just relax. It just felt so good with my fingers, right?” Where the scholarly patience came from was beyond me.

“Yes.” She nodded quickly. “Yes, so good.”

“Okay, so just remember that. This is going to be amazing too. I’m going to try to go as slow as possible. God fucking help me. Because I want to ram straight in and get the bad part over with all at one time.”

Her eyes somehow went wider still with panic.

“I won’t do that. I wouldn’t betray your trust like that. Now kiss me; kiss me and feel me here.” I rolled my hips so the head of my cock rubbed on her clit. Even through the condom, I could feel her heat.

Bit by bit, I eased my cock into her. It took every shred of control I could muster to not just give in and pound into her. When I felt the resistance of her virginity fight back, I buried my face in her neck and crooned, “Baby, baby, I have to do it. It’s the only way to get it over with. This is what you wanted. Forgive me. Forgive me.”

I surged my hips forward, and Abbigail wailed, her back bowing off the bed in pain.

Monster.

I am a fucking monster.

I went to pull out of her, but she stopped my retreat with surprisingly strong grips of her thighs around my waist and arms around my neck.

“Don’t you dare leave me now.”

“I hurt you,” I said into her neck. I couldn’t look into her face, not with the sound she just made still so fresh in my ears.

“The only way you will hurt me is if you bail on me right now. My body is already adjusting to you being inside.” She rolled her hips slightly under mine, and I groaned low in my throat. My cock was still very hard and very needy from all the foreplay.

“Move, Sebastian.” Abbigail dug her fingertips into my ass, pulling me into her. “Don’t start something you’re not going to finish, dammit.”

I pulled back to give her a look of warning, sliding out of her pussy very slowly while doing so. Just a bit at first and then back in, my stern expression locked on her the entire time. Somehow holding on to the obligation helped me manage the feat. Gripping on to the mental bubble of duty didn’t override the physical feeling, though. Nothing could’ve done that. Her pussy was heaven. Fucking heaven.

“Okay? Better now? Tell me, Abbigail. How does my cock feel inside you?” Yes, I was goading her, but I needed her feedback. Needed her to stay right in that glorious moment with me.

“Oh shit, Sebastian. It’s so good. So . . . so . . . I don’t know. I can’t think right now. Just”—gasp—“want to”—gasp—“feel it all.”