Anarchy Found (SuperAlpha, #1)(55)

“Relax,” he says, drawing the word out as he tests my limits by pressing his thumb even further inside me. “It won’t hurt. And maybe every guy on the planet says that the first time he takes a girl’s ass, but I have no choice but to make you love it, do I?”

What will it feel like to have that huge cock inside there? I stiffen at the thought.

“Molly,” he growls, “I said take it easy. I’m trying to make you feel good and you’re missing it.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.” I close my eyes, relax my shoulders, and pull my hands up and tuck them under my pillow like I do when I go to sleep.

He starts again, gathering more wetness from between my legs and dragging it up to my ass. The tip of his thumb slips in and then stops, but this time when the little shock of pain erupts, I relax even more and it fades.

“I love you,” Lincoln says from behind me. “And thank you.” He laughs. “I do not want to get sick every time I try to f*ck your ass.”

I laugh a little at that. “Keep going.” And privately I’m excited that he’s an adventurous lover.

He pushes a little harder, and again there’s a slight shock to my system, but it fades when I force myself to be calm and open up to the idea. “Reach over and grab your lube from the drawer, Molly.”

“How do you know I have lube in the drawer?” I look over my shoulder to see his face and he’s shooting me a look.

“I’ve gone through this house from top to bottom. Several times. You do realize that the cameras are still here, right?”

“We’re making a sex tape right now?”

“We’re not turning them off,” he says, like the decision is final. I have no doubt that if I throw a fit those cameras will be turned off. But… it intrigues me. Heightens my desire and makes me want him to keep going even more. “I’m watching this later. And I’m gonna beat off to it in front of you.”

OK then.

“Now grab the f*cking lube.”

I reach over to the top drawer in the bedside table and feel around until I find the tube.

“Good,” he says. “Take the cap off and squeeze it out on your * while I watch.”

Whoa. Maybe I’m crazy, or maybe I’m just caught up in this unusual foreplay, but I’m dying for him to f*ck me in the ass right now.

“Fuck, yeah,” he says as I do as I’m told. “Drop it on the floor.” I do that too.

And then he repositions himself so his cock is pressing right against his thumb. He withdraws it, but places the tip of his head at the entrance. I gasp, then catch myself, not wanting to hurt him. I don’t want to make him sick when he’s trying his best to make it pleasurable. God, I never want to hurt him.

He pushes a little further, and this time I can’t help it. I double into myself again, but when he mimics me—when my hurt becomes his hurt—I take deep, deep breaths.

“Good girl,” he says, praising me after a few seconds of recovery. “Let’s try that again. Just stay calm and go limp, Molly. I promise you, I will bring you to ecstasy if you will just trust me.”

He enters me further, and I suck air through my teeth, but I don’t overreact this time. Another push, and for a moment I think I might scream and make him stop, but then he eases forward, and all the pain becomes—“Pleasure,” I whisper.

He laughs behind me, but he’s breathing hard so I can tell he’s still dealing with my last reaction. “The hard part’s over now. Everything else is world-rocking.”

He drops his chest to my back, lying across me, letting his full weight crush me to the bed in a way that feels comforting and suffocating all at once. But the gentle rocking begins. Slow at first. Long draws back, until I fear he might slip out and we will have to start the pain all over again. But he knows exactly what he’s doing and eases himself back inside before that happens.

I start panting, enjoying all the new sensations. All the pleasure that he gives me. All the pleasure, after all these years, is mine now. All those bad times are wiped away as we join together on this bed.

“Get up on your knees, Molly.”

I force myself up onto my hands and then lift my bottom up. His body follows my motions and he wraps his arms around my stomach and breasts, keeping me pressed up against his chest like he owns me. I sit up a little more, bracing my hands on the headboard when he begins to f*ck me again. But then he yanks my hair, making my head rest back on his shoulder until I’m looking at the ceiling.

His hand comes up and a soft yellow-orange light radiates out from his palm. It flows up like the heat it emits and bathes me in a glow of passion. An intense vibration runs through my body, and he turns his head just enough to bite my earlobe and whisper, “Shhh. It’s just me entering you a different way, Molly. It’s just me feeling you. We’re connected by pain and pleasure. Every nerve ending in your body is energy that I can capture and experience with you.”

“I love it,” I gasp. My head is tilted so far back, I’m not able to breathe right, but that’s turning me on. He’s so in control. I’ve given myself to him. He owns me, body and soul.

“Now, gun girl, we finally get to f*ck like we’re gods and goddesses. Like we’re princes and princesses. Like we’re hero and villain.”