Page 26 of Learn For Me
A keening cry ripped out of her as she struggled, legs kicking weakly. She was too small; he was too big. Even as she stretched to accommodate him, the crown popped inside her, sweat springing over her skin. Hands fisting, the chains snapped taut.
“Easy, Livvy. Breathe. Catch your breath, angel.” Zeke’s concerned eyes filled her vision as it blurred. “I’m not the easiest man to take the first time. Try and relax again. I won’t move until you’re ready.”
Mewling pitifully, she realized he was leaning on his forearms, taking some of his weight off her. He was poised perfectly still with only the head of his cock inside her.
“How did you know?” she gritted between clenched teeth.
“Know what?” His lips skimmed her jaw.
She recognized she’d stepped onto the wrong path immediately. “Nothing.”
“Know what?” he repeated darkly, nipping at her throat in reprimand.
“Honestly, it doesn’t—” Olivia hissed at the sting of pain when he shifted slightly. “Please, it’s okay. You can move now; it doesn’t hurt so much.”
Eyes narrowing into dangerous green slits, Zeke studied her face. She saw the moment it all clicked into place for him, and shrank into herself. “I’m not the easiest man to take the first time,” he repeated under his breath. “Only, this isn’t just our first time together, is it? Is there something you want to tell me, Olivia?”
She shook her head slowly. No, she really didn’t want to confess anything, now or ever. Opting for a distraction technique, she raised her hips, encouraging his cock to sink deeper. At least until her breath snagged in discomfort.
“Are you a virgin?”
Her gaze swung to the right, away from those all-knowing eyes. “That would be sad and not a little pathetic.”
“We’ll work on this evading honest answers shit you keep throwing my way,” he told her sternly. “Is my cock the first one in this snug cunt, Olivia?” He growled when all she could do was nod miserably, and then the hand curled around her shoulder snaked from beneath her to capture her throat in an erotically tight grip. “Good. It’s going to be the first and last you’ll ever know.”
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Zeke
Why the hell hadn’t he guessed she was fucking innocent?
Everything about her screamed it at top decibel, for God’s sake.
Zeke growled again as fear, pain, and arousal merged with the shock in her eyes. The fact she was a virgin—or not, as the case may be now—triggered something primal in him he couldn’t control. He felt an outrageous desire to bite her pale flesh, leave his mark on her skin to let every other man know she was his. More than that, he wanted to rip the condom off, shove back inside her, and fuck her until her screams were as thick and rich as the cum he’d pump into her womb.
Reminding himself he was a civilized man, he yanked on his own chain until the blinding haze of possession ebbed slightly. She was openly shaking now, a scared butterfly pinned mercilessly beneath a predator.
Keeping his hand around her throat, he loosened his grip a fraction, gentling his voice. “This is something you should’ve told me before,” he admonished, resisting the urge to plunder the sweet pussy currently milking the head of his dick with little squeezes. “I could’ve hurt you badly, Olivia. I know my size; I know how much effort I need to put in the first few times before a woman gets used to me.”
Her mouth was tilting down at the corners, her misery palpable. “I didn’t think you’d notice.”
“I notice everything about you.” With a tsk of disapproval, he bent and brushed a kiss over that sad mouth. “A man would need a pencil-dick and a damn small brain not to feel how tight you are, Livvy. With a dick like mine, it’s an uncomfortable fit for most women, but you… you’re something else entirely.”
“Nearly got away with it,” she mumbled.
“Nearly,” he replied agreeably, “but you’d have regretted it. Now I know, I can minimize the damage instead of pushin’ you past your limits—and those are something we’ll discuss in greater detail later. Tomorrow, you’ll still be sore, but at least you won’t be hurtin’ the way you might have been.”
Wetness glimmered on her lashes; even though she kept her face turned away from him, he saw what she didn’t want him to, and he was determined to make the best of a difficult situation.
“No cryin’, angel. I ain’t mad at you, not how you’re thinkin’, anyway. But I need an honest answer right now, and you’re gonna look me in the eye when you give it to me.” He waited a beat, then two, before he cleared his throat sharply. “Look at me, Olivia.”
Reluctantly, she obeyed. It was easy to see her emotions in those stunning eyes; shame, pain, lingering arousal. Embarrassment and a dash of despair. And yes, those were definitely tears clinging to her eyelashes.
“This doesn’t have to go any further,” he murmured, making sure her gaze didn’t slide away again. He wanted to read every thought in her head, witness the truth she may or may not be able to give him. “Tell me if you want to stop. We can try again later if you need a break.”
Olivia paled, shaking her head. “No. No, I need you. If…”
Oh, he knew where this was going. Pulling out and losing the precious ground he’d gained was tempting, he thought, if only to roll her over and spank the doubts from her mind. Working his way back in, however, might be more than his self-control could take. “If I still want you?”