Chapter 48
She’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.
Her hair is wild, dark strands scattered around her on the pillow like a gust of wind whipped through the room. Her cheeks are flush, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath she takes. Her nipples are hard peaks, her tits so fucking sexy in the little bra contraption she has on.
Those panties had to go, but this… she could walk around the house all day in nothing but this and I’d die a happy man.
I brace an arm on either side of her and bend forward, sucking a nipple into my mouth. My tongue flicks over the hardened bud, and a soft moan leaves her lips.
My dick throbs, and it takes everything in me not to bury myself deep inside her. But I won’t, not yet. I want to drag this out all goddamn night, but as hard as I am right now, I probably won’t even last one full thrust.
So my good girl is going to have to wait a little longer for my cum.
Moving to her other nipple, I grab it between my teeth, nibbling and tugging, before taking it fully in my mouth and sucking.
Her fingers twine through my hair as she arches up into my mouth, and it’s all the encouragement I need. I feast on her, nibbling, biting, sucking her perfect, perky tits until her nipples are red and swollen from my mouth.
I move up her chest, lips trailing over her perfect, flawless skin until I reach her neck. I bite down, pulling the skin into my mouth and sucking, marking her for the world to see.
She’s mine.
Her hands run down my chest, my stomach, leaving electricity in their wake, every cell in my body responding to her touch like she holds the essence of my life in the palm of her hand.
And she does. Because it’s solely for her that my heart beats.
I hiss a breath when her hand finds my cock, her fingers wrapping around it as her thumb runs over the tip.
When she squeezes, dragging her hand up and down the length, I lose it.
Fuck dragging this out. I need to be inside her. Now.
I grab her hands, throwing them over her head and holding them there in one hand as my other goes to my dick, running the tip up and down the length of her soaking wet cunt.
“Emmett, please,” she begs beneath me, her hips rocking and rubbing her pussy against my cock.
I pull back, breaking the contact with her sweet, sweet pussy. “You want me to fuck you, baby?”
She nods, her eyes closed, her body writhing with need.
I let go of her hands and grip her chin. “Riley,” I say, waiting for her to open her eyes. When she does, I ask, “Yes or no, baby.”
I need her to say it. I need her to verbalize what she wants. I told myself I wouldn”t have her until she could tell me what she wants without any hesitation or worry in her eyes.
And above all that, she needs to know she’s the one in control. That she’ll never have this choice stripped from her again.
Her hands come to my face, cupping my jaw before running down my neck and to my shoulders. “Yes,” she says, understanding exactly what this is–an exchange of power. “Please fuck me.”
I groan and sink into her all the way to the hilt.
It’s been too long and feels too good. Her tight, absolutely drenched pussy gripping me to within an inch of reason.
Fuck, it’s like coming home, and I never want to leave.
I pull out, relishing in the slick heat of her, and plunge back in. As I start to set a slow pace, she meets me thrust for thrust, her hips rolling into mine, our bodies syncing in perfect harmony. And it’s so goddamn beautiful.
The way her body moves as one with mine. The way her breath catches when I sink as deep as she can physically take me. The way her eyes roll back and her body arches, seeking me, seeking more, seeking all the contact it can get. The way her skin glistens, damp with sweat as our bodies meet over and over again, driving out all the worry and questions and doubt that lingered between us. Driving out the demons that haunt her, the pain that plagues her soul. The guilt that torments my mind, the burden of failure that weighs on my shoulders.
Her pussy clenches around me as she gets close again. Picking up the pace, I drive into her at a hard, steady rhythm.
Her tits bounce with every thrust, our heavy breathing and moans filling the room as I drive her to the edge again.
When her body starts tensing, I bring my fingers to her clit.
She comes with my name on her lips, and I grit my teeth, pounding into her as her cunt clamps down on me. Her legs shake around me as the orgasm rips through her body.
I work her through the wave of pleasure, my fingers never easing up on her clit, my pounding relentless as she comes undone.
When she comes down from her high, I lessen my pace, slowly inching out before thrusting back in. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure when she opens them.
She looks down at me, her eyes taking in the hard, thick length of me when I pull out before driving back in.
“Emmett,” she whimpers, when she realizes I didn’t come with her. “I can’t.”
“You can,” I tell her, brushing her hair from her sweaty forehead. “You can take it. One more. One more for me.”
I lean forward, taking her lips before she can protest. She kisses me back lazily, sloppy, her tongue tangling with mine. She’s exhausted, probably sore, and I can’t help the grin it brings to my face.
If she had any doubt about who this cunt, this body, this beautiful soul belongs to, she won’t after tonight.
I pull out and grab her hips, flipping her onto her stomach and kneeling between her thighs, nudging them apart for me again. “Just lay here and relax,” I tell her, running my hands up her scarred back. She doesn’t flinch away this time, instead, sinking further into the mattress.
Her ass is red from my belt, and I run my hands over her cheeks, giving them a squeeze.
A feral part of me comes out when I spread them. Trevor may have taken her firsts, but I’ll make sure the only thing she remembers is me, pleasuring every part of her body until she can’t take it anymore.
I sink a finger into her sloppy wet cunt, then bring it to her ass. “You still with me, baby?” I ask as I run that finger over her puckered pink hole. She whimpers in response. “Remember, you’re in control here,” I tell her, teasing her hole as my other hand massages her ass and keeps her spread.
“I know,” she says, looking over her shoulder at me. My heart swells at the trust I see there. “Don’t stop.”
It’s all the reassurance I need. I lift her hips, pulling her to her knees. She doesn’t get onto her hands, instead keeping her upper body against the mattress. I press into her pussy, and once I’m fully seated, bring my finger back to her ass. I lean down and spit, spreading it around and over her until she relaxes beneath me. When she does, I dip the tip of my finger in at the same time I pull back and thrust into her pussy.
She immediately tenses at the invasion of her ass, and I pause my movements, running my free hand over her back. “Relax,” I murmur, “Just breathe. There. That’s it. Let me in.”
I slide my finger in a little more as she relaxes underneath me, stretching and loosening her up. When I sink in past the first knuckle, she lets out a little moan, and I take that as encouragement to keep going.
Pulling my finger back, I sink in again, a little deeper this time, until eventually she takes my entire finger. I wiggle it inside her, and the groan she lets out has my balls drawing tight and my jaw tensing in an effort not to come.
“Fuck, baby,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “You’re doing so good.”
I pull my finger out almost all the way, press back in, then remove it entirely. Spreading her cheeks wide, my dick twitches at the sight of her pretty pink hole still stretched open for me. I lean forward and spit, watching it disappear into her.
Fuuuuuck… I just want to bury my dick in her ass and fill it with cum.
But I remind myself that I shouldn’t–that I can’t. It’d be too much. I’m already pushing all of her limits tonight, and she needs to work up to it. Plus, I know that once I’m finally buried in that ass, there”ll be no stopping the savage it brings out in me.
I bring my finger back to her ass, but this time add a second, stretching her even more. I continue working her slowly, methodically, sliding my fingers deeper and deeper. And once they”re both buried in her tight ass, I start moving my hips, thrusting deep into her pussy.
“Oh my god,” she cries out.
“You like that?” I grit out, relishing in the feel of her around me. “You like when I stuff both of your holes?”
“Uh huh,” she mumbles, her hands fisting in the sheets as she pants into a pillow.
I keep my fingers buried deep in her ass and grab her hip with my other hand, setting a harsh rhythm. Pure, primal need takes over me as she moans and cries out.
I’m brutal in my need for her, my balls swinging forward and slapping her clit as I pound relentlessly into her.
“Please, Emmett,” she begs. “Please please please.”
“You’re mine,” I grunt. “You’ll always be mine.” I slam deep into her. “You’ve always been mine.” Thrust. “And nothing will ever change that.” Thrust. “Say it.” Thrust. “Tell me who you belong to.”
Her body trembles, her breathing erratic. My hand slips on her hip, both our bodies coated in sweat. She’s at her limit, and I’m reaching my own, but I need to hear her say it.
I’ve never been a man that needs validation, never needed anyone to stroke my ego. But right now, every fiber of my being needs to hear those words. To confirm that she’s mine.
“You,” she cries. “I’m yours. Always yours.”
Her words burn themselves into my soul, a shudder raking over my body. I let go of her hip, reaching around to stroke her clit, and she comes with a scream, her body convulsing. Her ass squeezes my fingers as her cunt grips my dick so tight, I have to hold myself deep so she doesn’t push me out.
“Fuck, Riley,” I groan, giving a few small, sharp thrusts, forcing myself as deep as possible. And then I’m following her over the edge, unable to hold back my own release any longer.
Her pussy milks my cock as our orgasms take over. My hips jerk, my breathing harsh as I hold myself deep inside, the last of my cum spilling into her.
When she starts sagging into the mattress, I gently withdraw from her ass and cunt. She immediately collapses, her eyes closed, breathing heavy.
I crawl over her, pressing a quick kiss to her temple. “I’ll be right back,” I tell her, then make my way toward the bathroom.
When I return to the bed with a warm washcloth and a bottle of aloe, she’s still on her stomach. Her eyes open, just barely, when I get in bed next to her.
“Turn off the light,” she mumbles into the pillow, and I grin at her.
She looks absolutely spent.
Something like pride feels my chest. Not for myself, though it’s clear I very thoroughly fucked her, but for her. That she trusted me. That she chose to relinquish control of her body to me. That she let me into the most broken and painful remnants of herself, and we started mending them little by little.
I flip on the bedside lamp, then turn off the bedroom light.
“Spread your thighs a bit for me,” I say, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her.
The glare she shoots me has me laughing.
I hold up the washcloth. “You took a pounding–pun intended. Now let me take care of you.”
Her face instantly softens, and she obliges, spreading her thighs enough for me to nestle the cloth against her pussy and clean her up. I’d rather watch my cum drip out of her all night, but there’s time for that later. Tonight is about making sure she’s comfortable and cared for. Tonight is about healing.
“I’m starting to think you’re really a big softie underneath that intimidating exterior,” she murmurs, her voice soft with sleep.
I snort. “Don’t tell anyone.” She’s not wrong. She somehow manages to bring out the savage and the softie in me.
No, fuck that. Softie isn’t the right word for what she does to me.
The way she makes me weak in the knees with a simple smile. The way her touch makes my heart stop. The way her lips make my stomach flutter. The way I want nothing more than to fuck the ever loving life out of her, and then make sure no one and nothing can ever hurt her again. To protect her and cherish her and love her for the rest of my days.
I toss the washcloth aside and grab the aloe, squeezing some into my palm. I rub it over her ass and thighs, soothing the still red marks left from my belt.
When I’ve finished, I crawl into bed with her, and she immediately drapes herself over me, nestling her head into my shoulder. I squeeze her tight.
It’s incredible how far she’s come the last few weeks. She was a shell when she got back, broken and battered. And while she still has a long way to go, she’s picked up all the pieces, and day by day, she fits them together again.
She worries she’ll never be whole. That she lost a part of herself in that room. And maybe she did. Maybe we all lose a little bit of ourselves when we go through something traumatic. But maybe those empty spaces are so that we can fill them with something bigger, something better.
“Emmett?”
“Yeah, baby?” I run my hand up and down her thigh, tracing her scars with my fingertips.
“I love you.”
I pull her in tighter and kiss the top of her head. “I love you, too, Riley. Every single piece of you.”