Page 102 of Mace

I throw my head back, panting like a dog in heat as he continues to work me up to a frenzy. I have to swallow my screams and grit my teeth together to stop any sound from escaping my mouth.

Shivers and trembles rack my body as everything contracts and pulses, building higher with each swipe and swirl of his tongue. This might be the most amazing thing I have ever experienced.

Mace has brought me to orgasm before, but something about this is more intense, more heated than anything he has done to me. I fall forwards onto my hands, trying desperately to keep my legs locked so I can hover over him and not collapse onto him. My chest heaves, every breath ripping out of me in ragged pants as my orgasm hits me like a train.

“Fuck,” I grind out as I squeeze my eyes shut.

I scramble forwards to collapse on the mattress without hurting him, trying to ground myself, and he sits up slowly, his mouth glistening. He’s covered in my arousal, and when he wipes his face with a finger and sucks it into his mouth, my still contracting pussy pulses harder.

“You have no idea how fuckin’ beautiful you are, Maylie.”

He rolls me onto my back and straddles my hips. His weight feels amazing, comforting, and I peer up at him with what I’m sure must be a goofy look on my face. “You’re just as handsome,” I tell him as he palms my breasts, rolling my nipple between his finger and thumb, sending shockwaves to my pussy.

“You look very pretty laid out like this for me.”

His mouth moves from my breasts, up my neck to nibble along the edge of my jaw, and finally to claim my mouth.

I wrap my legs around his back, knotting them at the ankles so I can pull him onto me, and we both groan when his cock brushes against my slit.

I want him to fill this endless, aching need inside me, but he doesn’t. He takes his time kissing and nipping along my body, exploring every part of me until I’m a writhing mess.

Finally, his fingers trail through my folds, and I let my head fall back. “Is all this wetness for me?”

I want to tell him everything I have is for him, but I let out a strangled, “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He climbs off the bed, and I come up on my elbows to watch him snag his jeans and pull out a condom.

I’m mesmerised as he rolls it down his shaft.How does he make even that look hot?

When it’s in place, he puts a knee onto the mattress next to me and leans down to kiss me. “This might hurt, but I promise it will only be for second.”

I peer up at him, trust blazing through me as I stroke my fingers over his cheek. “It’s okay. Just do it.”

He guides his cock between my legs, rubbing through my wetness and making me moan low in my throat. At this rate, he’s going to kill me before he enters me.

I widen my thighs, ready to take him as he slowly presses inside my body.

I must tense, even though I try to relax, because Mace runs his hand over my stomach. “Relax, darlin’. I got you.”

Blowing out a breath, I unclench my muscles and waitas he slips inside me. It feels weird at first, and as he presses deeper, a tight pinch makes me groan. My eyes squeeze shut as that pinch becomes a burn.

Fuck.

My legs want to close, but I force them to remain open as he pushes his cock deeper into my body. My neck tips back against the mattress, a strangled cry escaping my mouth as I fist my fingers into the sheets beneath me.

Pain spreads through my body as if he is spearing me to the mattress. I can’t move. I can’t do anything other than focus on breathing through the eye-watering pain building between my legs.

He kisses me as he pauses with his girth still inside me, my body stretching around him. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he tells me.

He feels big inside me, an unforgettable presence, and I close my eyes, trying to calm my adrenaline as he slowly draws back before pushing back inside me. That pinching pain intensifies with each thrust, and I cling to him, my nails no doubt leaving marks in his skin.

I let out a trembling breath, focusing on anything but the burning pain.

Then, it starts to fold into something different. There is still a bite of discomfort, but it doesn’t feel as sharp as it was.

“Look at me, Maylie,” he says, and I lift my eyes to his.

For so long, I dreamt about my first time, wondered who it would be with and how old I would be at the time. I was pretty sure I was going to die a virgin, and now, I have the most handsome man staring down at me like I am precious to him.