Chapter 65

• He adjusted his hips until his tip came into contact with her entrance. He watched as her eyes rolled back and her lashes fluttered. He pressed into her slowly, taking his time and letting her muscles adjust to his size. It was a beautiful torture as he slowly filled her and when he bottomed out, he hooked her leg over his hip, opening her further so he could go deeper. A guttural groan rumbled out of him as their pelvic bones met and he held himself steady, relishing in the wet heat that clamped around him like a vice.
• “Fuck Becky,” he breathed. “You feel so good.”
• She blinked up at him and smiled and he groaned as he began to move. Slowly at first, he rocked into her, withdrawing almost the whole way before sliding back in. But he was quickly losing his control and he sped up, straining for that moment of release. She bucked her hips into him, urging him on and then he was there on the precipice and he just needed—