Selena tried to look down to see him, but he caught her chin with his free hand and pul ed it up. “Look at me,” he instructed. “Beg me for what you want.” “Please,” was al she could manage before he kissed her again. “Please,” she breathed. Then she felt him press into her opening, but just barely. “More?” “Yes! Please. More!” He thrust in just a little further, and her flesh was suddenly stretched tight. It hurt, just a little, and it didn’t matter that she couldn’t have been wetter. “More?” he chal enged, stil looking into her eyes. “Yes,” she begged, trying to pul him against her. He pushed in a little more and she felt stretched further stil . Selena gasped and tried to look down, but he stopped her again, holding her eyes. “More?” She nodded. “Say it,” he demanded. “Keep saying it.” “More. I want al of you,” she whispered. He thrust again, sinking deeper into her soft flesh. “More,” she whispered again. “More.” Deeper he went.
