Making His Move by Rhyannon Byrd

has it been?”
    “Um, just once. In college,” she confessed, blushing with embarrassment at how pathetic that sounded. “Almost three years ago.”
    “Once?” he scraped out, his forehead pressing hard against hers as he struggled to catch his breath. She’d obviously just shocked him, and she found herself gripping his wide shoulders even tighter, terrified he might suddenly pull away from her.
    “It wasn’t what I’d expected,” she rambled. “So I decided to wait until... um...” Until it was with someone she really wanted, who meant something to her, though she didn’t want to freak him out by saying it.
    He drew in a deep breath, then slowly let it out as he lifted his head just a bit, keeping his face over hers. “It probably makes me sound like a jackass, but I’m glad you waited,” he said against her lips, touching their slick surface with his tongue, while his hips started once again to apply that firm, inexorable pressure between her legs. “Narrows down the list of guys I need to kill for touching you.”
    Enjoying his playful possessiveness, she said, “You don’t need to kill Jacob. We’re still friends and he’s happily married now.”
    “Huh. Then I guess he can live,” he grunted, pushing another inch of his thick flesh inside her, the delicious feel of him making her frantic.
    “Chris, hurry,” she panted, clawing at his shoulders, her lungs heaving so hard she felt bound by the constrictions of her bra and blouse. “I want you in me. Don’t make me wait.”
    “You’re wet enough that I won’t hurt you, but so damn tight. If I’m going in you all the way, Soph, then I’ll need to be rough. To fuck you hard. Is that what you want?” he asked, a guttural edge to his deep voice that she found unbelievably hot. “You want this sweet little cunt packed full of me?”
    “ Yes! ”
    He growled something thick and hot in response, then gripped her hips and slammed into her. Hard . She cried out, stunned at the force of the impact, the indescribable feel of having what had to be eight or more inches of his thick, rock-hard cock buried deep inside her shattering in its perfection. It was every bit as breathtaking as she’d known it would be, his steely shaft like a hot, lead pipe inside her, stretching tissues that had never been reached before. Then he pulled back a little and hammered in even deeper, and she took him all the way to the broad root, her tender entrance stretched impossibly wide as he ground against her, not so much as even a sliver of space between them.
    “You okay?” he asked in a guttural voice, grinding his heavy testicles against her plump, wet outer sex.
    She licked her lips, trying to take in everything at once. “Mmm...Yeah.”
    “You sure?” he demanded, his hard body shaking with the effort it took to hold himself still while she adjusted to his size. But she didn’t want him holding back. She wanted to feel the full force of his incredible body. Wanted to be taken, and taken hard, knowing he was giving her everything that he had.
    “Just do it,” she moaned, digging her short nails into his hot skin. “Fuck me, Chris. Don’t make me wait.”
     

     
    Undone by those husky words, Chris gripped her fragile wrists and forced them over her head, watching carefully for any sign to stop as he pulled back his hips then drove his cock inside her with another hammering stroke. He nearly shot his load right then, when her eyes went wide, almost blind with pleasure, his tempo increasing until he was fucking her sweet little pussy hard and fast, shoving every brutal inch of his dick inside her, a breathless cry spilling past her moist lips each time he hit the end of her.
    “Jesus, Soph. You feel so fucking good on my cock. As hot and wet as a mouth, but a thousand times softer.”
    “You f-feel huge,” she gasped.
    “Your hot little cunt is making me that way. You’re so goddamn perfect and tight, you’re going to feel me even when I’m not inside