Perhaps I should have stopped when I saw how shaken up he was. I should have taken my c**k out right there and held him in my arms.
But I let my greedy self win, the one that had dreamed of this very moment forever, thinking it would never come true.
I stayed there, buried fully to the hilt, giving him time to adjust. My hands gripped his hips tighter, feeling the tremors running through him. “So fücking tight, Nicholas. It feels unbelievable,” I rasped.
Fück. Being inside him felt so good. It was a freaking wall of pure clenched heat. He was too tight around my shāft, squeezing my c**k so hard my vision blurred. The sensation was intoxicating.
Nicholas was shaking, his face buried in the pillow, muffled sobs mixing with ragged breaths.
I leaned down, chest pressed to his back, my lip
