Chapter 38 #3
Just as she’s about to find her release, I stop again. I don’t remove my fingers this time, letting them rest inside of her achy, needy cunt as I look up at her from between her legs.
“Say my name,” I demand. “Tell me who’s here for you, making you feel good. And I’ll let you cum.”
Everly’s face scrunches up, a mixture of frustration and desperation bleeding into it. She attempts to close her legs, but I refuse to move, my shoulders keeping them nice and wide for easy access.
“I’ll just take care of myself later,” she huffs out.
My laugh is humorless. “I’ll tie your hands to the posts on my bed so you can’t touch yourself.”
Everly’s answering whine is adorable. “Stop this! You don’t want me. You just want to get back at Maverick.”
The resounding smack that resonates as I slap her pussy is overpowered by her yelp of surprise.
“Don’t you ever fucking utter another man’s name when I’m between your legs,” I hiss. “Especially his . This has nothing to do with him. This has to do with us, with me .”
Before she can say another word, I dive back between her legs.
Over and over, I edge her, getting her right to the precipice of an orgasm before backing off.
I don’t stop when tears begin to roll down her cheeks, or as she chants ‘please, please, please let me cum’, and I only work harder when she tries to pull back and out of my reach.
She’s not going anywhere. Not until she realizes who’s here taking care of her, wanting her more than anything, more than their own pleasure.
It sure as shit isn’t Vick.
I figured at some point, I’d lose my erection. That this would get old but it’s the opposite. The needier she becomes, the harder I get. Her desire to fight me is crumbling—I’m winning. I can see it on her face.
“Okay!” She cries out. “Fine!”
I pull away from her pussy and stare up at her expectantly. “Say it.”
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Then she whispers, “You make me feel good, Rowan. You’re the one here making me feel so, so good. Please, let me cum now.”
It’s music to my fucking ears. But I want more.
“Louder.”
“Rowan! Please make me cum!” she wails as she wiggles her hips and flaunts her wet and wanting pussy at me.
My smile grows bigger. “One more time, Everly, and louder.”
“ROWAN! Please, please, please let me cum!”
“Of course, princess,” I purr, pleased to see her will crumble. “No need to shout. I’m right here.”
All it takes is a flick of my tongue and a curl of all three fingers against her g-spot to send her spiraling into an intense orgasm.
Everly’s head tumbles back, and her mouth falls open as her body begins to convulse.
Her hands hold my head against her core as she grinds like a needy whore against my face.
She’s fucking beautiful.
Everly’s barely come down from her orgasm before I yank her back into the water with me.
When I pull her in close, her arms seem to instinctively wrap themselves around my neck.
Her body melts against mine as she drifts on her orgasmic high.
I like her like this—all mine and blissed out.
Reaching between us, I free my dick from my swim trunks then reach out to cup her mound.
My fingers barely graze her when Everly freezes—her breath, her body, everything comes to a grinding halt.
My eyes dart to her face to find all the arousal that had been there leeching away.
“Will this… will it hurt?” she whispers anxiously. “Like last time?”
The last—? My eyes drop to the fingerprints around her throat. Understanding dawns on me a moment later.
Everly’s legs start to loosen, her arms sliding away from my neck. Determined to see this through, I press my hips forward to pin her between the pool’s wall and my body. I plant a kiss where I can see the jump of her unsteady pulse along her neck.
“Nah, it’ll be nothing like that. It's going to be good. So fucking good, Everly. Remember the other night when I took you from behind? You liked every moment of it. You’ll love this just as much, I swear it.”
I lean forward and eat up her protest with a kiss against her mouth.
At the same time, I position the head of my cock at her entrance.
Everly stiffens. Rather than let her think too hard and fight the inevitable, I push into her body.
It’s not a hard thrust but as the head of my dick sinks into her, Everly whimpers.
She tries to break our kiss, but I bite her bottom lip, hard enough to keep her from pulling back.
Again, she lets out a pained sound. Still, I don’t relent.
Everly’s going to give herself to me, whether she wants to or not. And when she’s all mine, I’ll make sure that she enjoys every fucking second with me.
I slide my tongue into her mouth as Everly’s body goes rigid while I slowly sink, inch by inch, inside her.
I coax her tongue to move with mine, working to relax her once more.
She doesn’t respond right away. The harsh gasps and fearful trembling that starts up tell me she’s not going to make this easy.
Moving my hand between us, I tease her clit.
A harsh shudder rushes through her in response.
Internally I smile as, incrementally, the tension in Everly’s body leeches away.
It’s hard to focus on her pleasure though, when this slow descent into her pussy is excruciatingly delicious.
All I want to do is thrust up and bury myself completely inside of her.
It takes discipline that I didn't know I had to simply allow Everly’s body to acclimate to the intrusion.
I’ve never been a slow, passionate lover. I fuck and fuck hard. It’s always about me when it comes to pleasure. Sure, I can get my partners off and do, but usually it’s wham bam, thank you ma’am, and that’s it.
But this is different with Everly. I want this to last, if only to watch her realize that I’m her best option. Her body is warming up to the idea of us. I can feel it as she grows wetter and her body begins to suck me in rather than resist the intrusion.
I pull away from her mouth with a groan as I fully situate myself inside of her.
“Tell me,” I gasp. “Tell me how good I feel inside you.”
Everly’s eyelids flutter before she opens her eyes halfway.
The lust is back, the pain of her first time with Braum forgotten.
My fingers still lightly toy with her clit, resulting in her body clenching down around me.
She’s close, so fucking close already. I can feel it in the way her body wraps tightly around me.
“Tell me I’m doing good,” I order. “Tell me I’m on the right track.”
“You feel… incredible,” she admits. Cautiously, Everly tests moving—grinding her hips against mine. I choke, feeling her pussy’s answering flutter. “Rowan, oh god… You’re… you’re, oh god, you’re going to make me cum again.”
Our lips crash together and Everly’s thighs clench tighter around my waist. Her body bears down on me and I can’t help but start to thrust up into her. A sweet little whimper starts up in her throat. I eat up the sound, determined to possess everything of hers.
I’m slow at first, careful and painfully restrained. When Everly starts working with me and her movement becomes more frantic, I let go of my restraint. I drill into her body. Each thrust filling her insides up. My grip on her hips tightens as I let go of all inhibitions.
When Everly’s second orgasm rolls in, her pussy milks me for all I’m worth.
Trying to prolong this moment between us is impossible when she feels so fucking good.
Her pussy squeezes me like a vice, desperately seeking my cum.
How can I resist the urgency of such a primal demand?
I pull away from her mouth to bury my face in her neck as my orgasm strikes.
My gasp turns into a weak cry as I spill myself inside of her.
Rope after rope of cum fills her pussy, making her wetter and hotter.
I never want to leave her embrace, it feels too damn good.
“I didn’t know it could feel like this,” Everly whispers, more to herself than to me.
Her words cause another rope of cum to barrel up and out of my cock, and a desperate moan to escape past my lips. It feels like forever before I’m able to catch my breath.
“This is what it’ll be like, Everly,” I promise breathlessly as I tilt my head up to kiss up the column of her neck. As I do, I carefully pull my dick free from inside of her. “You and me, princess.”
She hums contentedly. Is she beginning to understand now? Can she feel how right this is?
“You didn’t ask if I was on any birth control. Neither you nor Braum,” she points after a moment.
I tense for just a second, a natural reaction for someone who doesn’t want kids. But then I relax at the thought of my kid growing inside of Everly. We’d have the best-looking kids in the fucking world. We could create a race of perfect, germ-riddled, wailing, soul-sucking monsters.
“I don’t care if you are,” I admit with a shrug.
“I am ,” Everly assures me. “I have an IUD.”
Shame. I wonder if I could convince the doctors here, in a few years, to yank that bad boy out when I’m ready to see her swell with my kid.
“I know a lot about art, you know,” she mutters, abruptly changing the subject.
The comment throws me for a loop. Pulling my lips away from her skin, I look up at her. “Huh?”
“When we were talking earlier, about how modeling is like an art—you asked me what I knew of art. I’m telling you, I know a lot.
” She admits, giving me a real, albeit small, smile.
“My father was controlling too. More than anything, I wanted to get out from beneath his thumb. So I left for college and never came back. I paid for school and my living expenses by working at an art gallery.”
I freeze, surprised by the sudden turn of conversation. Everly’s opening up. This is the most I’ve heard her talk about her life and she’s giving this information to me .