Meadow’s POV:
Alaric’s lips twitched. “f*****g love it when you call me that.” And then he claimed my mouth with his in a deep kiss, swallowing my whimper as he lined the blunt head of his c**k against my entrance.
My heart was palpitating. I was scared, I was needy, I was nervous. He pushed inside my hole and the stretch burned almost instantly as my walls resisted his length.
“Oh god—” I gasped, my nails digging into his palm as my eyes watered.
This was nothing the toy he used on me. The toy didn’t even come close to how velvety and thick my husband’s c**k felt.
“Shhh,” he hushed, brushing his lips over my cheek, my jaw, and then up to my forehead. “Breathe for me, baby,” he whispered into my ear. “Just relax, and let me in. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
The pressure lessene
