Page 102 of Shark’s Edge

Hell yes, baby. Feel it all, indeed. Feel me. Me. Me. Me.

It was all I could think of on repeat. It was me inside her for the first time.

Me.

“We’ll go nice and easy this first time. Yes?” My own voice was as choppy as hers. I was gripping on to my control by a thread.

“Okay”—pant—“okay. Shit, oh shit, that’s so good. I didn’t know. I didn’t know . . . ”

She was so amazing. So amazed, too. Adorable and stunned with the wonder lacing her words as if she were discovering a new constellation or seeing a shooting star for the first time.

I tried to move at a steady pace. I occasionally changed the angle of my hips and toyed with her clit and nipples to see if either appealed to her as I slid my dick inside her pussy. The familiar pull gathered low in my stomach, and I bit into the inside of my cheek to distract me from my impending climax. There was no way I’d come before she got off. If I could just fuck her in earnest, she’d hit the right pleasure combo to rocket to ecstasy.

“Baby, I need to fuck you for real. I can’t hold it back. This is what I knew would happen. I can’t . . . I don’t . . . I shouldn’t . . . ” I couldn’t finish a damn thought. My body was taking over, warring with the carefully knitted control I had woven to handle her properly for her first experience.

But it was all falling apart. One more pump . . .

One more throaty, sexy sound from her . . .

“Fuck, Bas, just do it. Fuck me. Do it, please. God, yes.”

My hips started driving the moment she called me Bas. Something about the more intimate moniker coming off her lips. What a bizarre thing to flood me with desire. But once again, Abbigail Gibson slew me with a secret weapon I didn’t expect her to wield. Her final affirmative plea was all I needed to hear to cut the tether that had bound my primal urges.

Fisting my hands into her long red mane, I anchored myself to her and thrust. My hips punished as we smacked together. Again. Again. Again.

“Yes, God, yes!” she shouted. My name, God’s name, random exultations, and pleas, pants, and moans. All provoked me onward as I chased our mutual release.

“Come, Abbigail, fuck! Give it to me, baby!”

“I’m so close, so close, so close.”

I yanked myself free from her body, flipped her onto her stomach, and quickly pulled her back so her ass was raised into the air. I knew I’d berate myself as soon as we were done for treating her so roughly, so crudely. The exact way I’d handle any other fuck. But I needed to drive into her deeper. I wanted her to feel me in her womb, taste me in her mouth, smell me when she inhaled.

Abbigail scrambled to support herself on her arms, but I pushed her back down so her face was to the side on the mattress and her chest lay flat. “Stay there. Keep your ass up high where I put you in the first place, dammit.”

My hips slapped her ass with each thrust forward, filling the room with an erotic echo of flesh.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Rub your clit while I fuck you. You’re going to know who was in this pussy every time you move tomorrow, won’t you?” She didn’t answer me at first, so I pinched her ass, and she yelped. “Answer me!”

“What? I can’t think straight. What?” Her sex-roughened voice was muffled by the bedding.

“Are you going to have a sore pussy tomorrow? Do you hear how wet your cunt is? For me. Just for me! Naughty girl.”

Smack. Smack.

“Yes. Definitely sore tomorrow,” she said between breaths.

“You like being fucked?” I raked my nails down her spine, just firmly enough to leave light marks and make her arch deeper and thrust her ass toward me more.

“Yes!” She moaned. “Gooood, yes!”

“By who, Abbigail? Just anyone?” I reached between her legs and batted her hand away from her clit where she’d been rubbing herself and pinched the swollen bud until she shrieked. “Answer me, girl. Do you let anyone else touch this pussy?”

“No! Nooo. No!” She was so worked up, it was killing me to hold on.

“No what?” I leaned over her and growled, pressing my cock so deep into her she yelped.