He shook his head. “No talking. All you’re supposed to do right now is feel.”
“I don’t think—” He slapped my ass hard enough to make me cry out. “I’m sorry I—”
He pushed a finger into me, and I gasped.
“You’re going to take so much more than this before I’m done with you. I’m going to bury myself all the way inside you. I’m going to wreck you and make you like it.”
When he added another finger, I whimpered. It stung, and I was getting more and more afraid I wouldn’t be able to accommodate his huge cock.
“You feel incredible,” he said. “So fucking tight. I can’t wait to be inside you.” He pushed his fingers deeper and pressed against the secret spot inside. My whole world lit up. The pressure was too much, yet I didn’t want it to stop.
“Wait till I rub over your sweet spot with my dick. You’ll beg me to fuck you over and over again every day once you feel it.”
I was almost certain he was right. He stretched me some more with his fingers, showing more patience than I’d expected.
When he pulled his fingers out, I felt empty. “Need more.”
“I know you do.” He moved into position behind me and brushed my hole with the tip of his cock. It was big and thick, and I was suddenly very unsure again.
He pushed in slowly, but it felt like he was tearing me in two. I cried out and fisted my hands in the pillow, biting my lip to keep from begging him to stop.
“Breathe, cher.”
The term of endearment was enough to help me relax just a little. Then he eased in farther, and I tensed again.
“Relax, darlin’. You can take it.”
I would. I had to.
He pulled out, and that felt almost too good. When he thrust in again, my ass burned like it was on fire. There was no way he could fit. It wasn’t possible.
He reached under me, grabbed my cock, and began stroking me. Even with his cock about to tear me apart, he had me hard again in seconds. His hand felt incredible, and somehow he knew just the rhythm I needed. Before long, I was working my hips, driving into the circle of his hand.
“That’s it,” he said. “You need this. You need to be filled.”
He pushed deeper into me, but his hand stroking me helped me find pleasure instead of pain. “I’m going all the way this time.”
“I don’t… I can’t…”
“You can. You’re mine, and I’m going to have you in every way I want you.”
He would. I was absolutely sure of that. And as full as my ass was, I didn’t want him to stop.
“More,” I demanded.
“That’s right, cher. I have more for you.” He pushed in, and I couldn’t stop myself from whimpering as he sank in until his balls rested against me.
He held still, giving me a chance to adjust, though I wasn’t sure that was possible. I didn’t understand how it could hurt so much and feel so good at the same time.
“Talk to me,” he demanded.
“I feel like you shoved a redwood up my ass.”
He snorted. “Who does this ass belong to?”
Before I had a chance to answer, he pulled back and drove in again much harder this time. I made a strangled sound.
“You. Belongs to you.”
“Fuck yes it does.”
He moved slowly then, and after a few of those more careful strokes, it began to feel more pleasurable than painful. He gripped my hips, tilting them so the next stroke dragged across my prostate. I cried out in pleasure. It was so intense I wasn’t sure I could survive much more.
“You’re doing so good.” Remington’s voice was almost a purr.
“Do that again. Please.”
“I’m going to do it again and again until you come. Then I’m going to fill your ass with my seed.”
“Yes. Do that.” I never thought I would crave having a man come inside me, but I wanted it desperately. I wanted him to mark me like that. I wanted to surrender to him completely, no matter how foolish that was.
He stroked over my sweet spot again, and I pushed back, needing more. Before long, he was driving into me roughly, and I was meeting every stroke.
I couldn’t believe it felt so good to have him inside me. Had I really thought I wouldn’t be able to handle him? Even though he stretched me to the absolute limit, even though my ass still stung and I knew I would be sore as hell afterward, everything felt perfect in that moment, like my ass was made for his cock.
I was so close. If only he’d touch me again.
“Tell me what you need,” he ordered as he kept fucking me even harder.
“Need you. Need to come.”
He grasped my cock again. His hand worked me just as fast and hard as he was fucking me.
“Remy, I’m… I’m so close. I—”
“Come for me. Show me how much you love this. Show me how much you love having me buried deep inside you, the only man to ever have your ass.”
13
Remington
Being inside Henri was pure heaven, even better than I’d expected. He was so hot, so tight, and the sounds he made as he tried to adjust to me made it hard to hold back. I wanted more. I wanted to forget the outside world and spend the next two weeks in bed with him. No way in hell could I do that, but I would take as much time with him as I could because being inside him was unlike anything I’d experienced before.
That thought scared me—more than a confrontation with the Landrys, more than knowing I’d be working with X—but I’d never let fear hold me back before, and I wasn’t going to now. Henri was a professional. He’d walk away when our time was up, and eventually the weeks we
