My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

"Wha..."

"No! I want my mates, now..." I growl as I straddle his hips and take him in my hand.

"Tiny, Love. Go slow."

"Are you going to stop me, Cameron?" I move his tip to my entrance and I can see him starting to pant and gripping the sheets.

"No." He says dryly, licking his lips. His gaze going from my face to where we are almost connected. The other two are flanking him on the edges of the bed.

ready are you?" I ask one more time, like he has a choice. I have given my firsts to each

I let the rest of my senses take over for a moment. The feel and burn of the stretch as

me know my mate is touching me. I didn't think I would get to feel these until I turned eighteen. I thought maybe that was going to be the one thing that was normal about me and my mates. In my mind's eye I can

hurt you, Love?" He's changed from the domineering person he was

to move slowly. I rock back and forth in small movements adjusting to his size. His eyes rolled back into his head before closing. I don't have anything to compare him to, but he's big for me and fills me up completely. I let out a little moan as I rub my overused cl*t against the trail of dark hair dividing his adonis belt. It feels so good, I start to move faster, but he squeezes my hips to

out. "She's so f*cking tight. This is amazing and we haven't even done anything yet." He lifts me up like a feather and slides me back down and I can feel my whole core clench and gush at the friction. He's right, this is amazing and we

his eyes and even though I can feel the other two right next to me, stroking my arms and sides, it's like I got tunnel vision and can only

want to hurt you on your first time, Love." Why is he pleading