Page 75 of Trust Me

Less than halfway? Is he fucking joking with me? Where is it all going to go?

I shake my head at him despite my internal worries, moving my hips to take more of him. “No, keep going until you can’t. It’s going to hurt, but I need you to fill me.”

He grimaces, not liking that he’s hurting me as he presses deeper inside until his balls hit my skin. I inhale sharply, a mix of a whimper and a moan leaving my lips in the next breath.

Elio grunts, lowering himself so that his face is above mine, his other hand coming to rest beside my head. We’re both breathing heavily as he lets me take a minute to feel everything that I need to.

It hurts, I won’t deny it. His cock is massive, and I’ve never been stretched like this. But it also feels really good at the same time.

It’s a dichotomy, pain and pleasure wrapped into one.

“You okay?” he pants, pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose.

“You just had to have the biggest cock, didn’t you?” I groan, needing this ache to go away.

He chuckles, but it’s short-lived. “You’re soaked and stretching around me. Give it a few seconds.”

I do as he says, the two of us staring intently at one another, neither of us moving a muscle until his lips come crashing down onto mine. His hips move of their own accord, his cock thrusting inside of me.

I expect pain to pulsate through my core, but it’s pleasure instead. I moan against his lips, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him in tighter to my body.

“Sorry about that,” he apologizes, then laughs. “I’m usually not this soft in bed, so don’t expect it again. Next time, it’ll be a different story.”

I move my hips against his, rocking on his cock.

He groans. “Jasmine, I’m trying to take this slow and be gentle.”

“At least move, dammit,” I grumble in frustration. “I need to feel you move inside of me.”

He rolls his hips against mine, setting the pace as his cock rocks in and out of me. His eyes are on mine, his body slick with sweat as he moves in and out with a perfect rhythm.

I moan as his cock hits a spot deep inside me. He grunts, doing the same move but harder this time, making me see fucking stars. The way he rolls his hips has his shaft rubbing against my clit, making my spine shiver at the sensation.

His lips find my neck, kissing and sucking the soft skin there as my fingers thread through his hair, tugging as he rocks in and out of me.

“I need to fuck you,” he groans. “I’m trying to be gentle, but fuck. It’s killing me.”

“Then don’t be. Fuck me, roomie,” I entice him.

His eyes darken as he leans up and unwraps my legs from around his waist. “Roomie, huh? I think someone needs a lesson, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan as he flips me over so that I’m lying on my stomach.

I barely have time to think before he’s lifting my ass into the air, my chest on the bed as he slides into me. I cry out, his cock feeling even fuller this way.

Elio wraps my hair around his fist, yanking my chest up, and I place my hands on the bed. “Is this what roommates do?” he snaps, using my hair to help him thrust in and out of me at a pace that has my eyes rolling and toes curling. It’s rough, yet precise, skilled and measured thrusts of his cock. “My cock is the first and last one you’ll ever feel inside of you. Does that sound very roommate-like to you?”

“No,” I whine.

“That’s what I thought. I’m the only man you need, the only cock you’ll come on. Tell me you understand this,” he grits.

“You are the only man and cock I’ll ever need.”

His other palm lands a smack on my ass, my pussy tightening around his cock as I sigh his name. Elio does it again as his cock brutally works me from behind, his hand still fisting in my hair.

“Come on my cock, Jasmine. Let me feel that cunt squeeze me,” he demands, his words setting me off as my orgasm ripples through me.

I moan and writhe, my body shaking with the aftershocks as his name continues to fall off my tongue. He pulls out, rounding the bed to stand in front of me. His cock is inches from my face, coated in my arousal.