To Tame A Countess (Properly Spanked Book 2) by Annabel Joseph

her nerves. This was the hurt she had heard whispers about. This was the hurt her mother warned her against.
Men are brutes. They can’t help it. You must protect yourself from them at all cost.
    “Do you trust me?” he said. He took her hand and placed it upon his upthrust organ. It was warm and velvety in texture, but so hard beneath. He stroked her hand up and down it, which only made her more aware of its outrageous size.
    “Oh, well,” she whispered. “I’m sure it won’t fit.”
    “Will you let me try?”
    He came down over her again, his legs and hips warm against hers, no longer encased in his breeches. The muscles she had noticed and admired were now pressed right against her. He dug his knees into the bed and she braced, but he only smoothed the length of his shaft along the hot, wet crevice between her legs.
    “It will feel strange at first to have me inside you,” he said against her ear. “But it will feel less strange when you give it some time.”
    “How long will it hurt?” she whispered.
    “Only a very, very short time.”
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    Warren sometimes liked to hurt women. In fact, he’d developed an extensive repertoire of techniques to make women writhe in erotic torment, but he didn’t want to hurt Josephine tonight. Not now, not her first time. He held himself carefully above her as he nestled the head of his cock against her virginity. “Look at me,” he said, thinking to distract her with a kiss. He touched his lips to hers, catching her breathless pants of terror in his mouth. Now that she’d seen his prodigious size and knew exactly where he intended to put it, it was probably best to get the deed done rather than make her wait.
    He pressed tentatively against her, grasping for control. Her heat and tightness, her very virginity fired his blood so much that he wished to thrust inside her to the hilt, but she wasn’t a courtesan, or a whore. She was an innocent, and she was afraid.
    He spread her legs wider with his knees. She trembled as he kissed her again, and then he began to ease himself into her tight sheath. Even with the moisture of her arousal, it was a challenging task. She dug her fingernails into his skin and went rigidly tense. He held her close, kissing her jawline, nuzzling her cheekbone and temple when she turned her face away.
    “It hurts,” she said in a soft whine. “It hurts a great deal.”
    “Just for now, I promise. Give it a moment. You’ll grow accustomed to me.”
    He had no doubt she felt very uncomfortably impaled, but he was uncomfortable too, for very different reasons. Namely, his balls and cock felt about to explode.
    “It’s so tight,” she said, tilting her hips in tiny increments.
    “Oh, yes. I know,” he replied through gritted teeth. “It’s very tight, and very hot. And very…” He moved in the same small, controlled way she did, feeling her pussy’s caress in every screaming nerve. “Is it getting any better?”
    “A little.”
    He slid deeper, then out again, more a movement of his hips than a genuine thrust. But oh, how he wished to pound inside her, all the way out and all the way in, so powerfully and roughly that he lifted her from the bed. “You’re mine now,” he said, touching his forehead to hers. “I’m inside you.”
    Her hands had begun to relax on his shoulders. Now they tightened again. “Is there more?”
    He muttered something like “
Oh God
” or “
Bloody hell
” or something else quite graceless and inappropriate. He couldn’t remember the words past the time they left his lips. He could only think about the movement of her hips, the welcoming ease in the tension of her thighs. He slid halfway out, shuddering. “Are you ready for more?” he asked when his sanity returned. “I want to move inside you. It feels so good to move inside you.”
    She said nothing, only drew him forward with her hands. He wished to be slow, to be dignified and controlled, but her beautiful sighs made it difficult.