Chapter Thirty-Three – Verity #2
“Fuck, you take me so well,” his voice rumbles between us as he watches the way his cock enters my pussy.
The fullness as he slides inside me has me seeing stars, and I already know that he is going to ruin me for anyone else. I don’t think there even can be anyone else after him.
As Cullen pumps into me, it’s a totally new sensation. He is like no one I’ve ever had before. Something about this just feels so inherently right, and that seems like an insane thought, but it’s true.
Sex with Cullen makes me feel complete.
He draws himself out and then plunges right back in.
A desperate plea falls from my lips. I loop my legs around his ass, bringing him closer. More. I want more, and more, and more. I want it faster. I want it harder. I want it all, everything he has to give me—I’ll take it.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
My lids pop open. I didn’t even realize I’d been squeezing them shut.
“That’s my girl, just like that.”
Sweat builds on Cullen’s neck, his hands pressed next to my head, caging me under his strong body. I reach around his back, my nails digging into the muscles between his shoulder blades, urging him on.
He gives me a wicked grin, the kind that gives him that boyish arrogance. I squeeze my pussy around his dick as my heart does a little flip.
Cullen’s face contorts with a groan, and I just about come in that exact second. My orgasm is cresting higher and higher with each pump, with each moan. Fuck, that makes him so damn sexy.
I’m still lost in the moment, riding the high that is so damn close to cresting. He shifts me onto my side, not losing his momentum, and lifts up one of my legs at an angle. There’s a stretch in my hamstring, but the feeling goes away the second he pulls out and spears back in.
“Ohmigod,” I gasp.
He hits me so deep, I just about black out from the sensation.
“Fuck, that’s it. Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
He continues to bottom out, driving right to the hilt over and over, drawing more and more gasps out of me. I never want this to end.
“So good. So freaking good, Cullen.”
“Say my name again, say my name as you come.”
The pressure builds to a maximum, coalescing in my core like a whirlpool. It’s close, so close, but just not there.
The pad of Cullen’s finger rubs my clit in quick, circular motions. My arm flails out, hand desperately clinging onto the bed sheets. So close. So close. So—
The tidal wave crashes on the shore, my pussy spasming around his dick as I come.
“Oh, fuck. Cullen,” I moan. The man above me is the only thought left in the mush that is my brain. Sparkles feel like they are flooding my bloodstream, turning my thighs weak as the orgasm continues to course through me.
Just when I think it’s over, Cullen flips me around and takes me from behind.
I cry out as that pressure begins building again. I didn’t even realize that was possible. There are no intelligible words. I am spewing absolute nonsense as he continues to rail me.
Within moments, I’m coming again. The pressure is so out of this world, so burning, so desperate, that it gushes out of me.
“Fuck, look at you soaking the sheets.”
The praise rushes over my skin, turning me mindless with pleasure.
Cullen flips me onto my back one last time, his forearm coming to rest next to my head as he leans down and captures me in a quick kiss before biting my lower lip. My pussy still has the audacity to clench at the motion, somehow still alive after everything.
Cullen continues to rut into me, his deep and short thrusts sending me into oblivion. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, just when the sensations become so overwhelming, I come again.
A third freaking time.
Like the sex gods have placed some freaking spell over my pussy.
Cullen groans at the same time, his hips jerking in rapid movements as he comes with me.
“That’s it,” he moans. “Fucking milk me, baby.”
My muscles tighten with the satisfaction of his release, with the knowledge that I’ve made this man absolutely lose himself because of the sex we just had.
I can’t help it. My heart seems to puff up to twice its normal size, filling with an emotion that I will not name.
Cullen collapses on top of me, the sweat from both of our chests slicking together in cool abandon before he rolls off me and takes off the condom.
The loss of his weight sends a shard of ice briefly through my soul, but then he turns to the side and drags me to his chest, and it melts away.
The reassurance allows my body to return to its lucid, sex-addled state as I curl into him.
“Fuck, that was…” Cullen’s words trail off into the panting of our breaths.
“Mhm,” I hum in agreement, unable to form a sentence that won’t give away how I’m feeling right now. It’s too scary to think about how much of an effect this man is having on me, and I don’t want to freak him out.
“You’re something else, Verity.”
He strokes my head in a soft, repeating pattern, and I loop one of my legs around his waist to cuddle even closer to him.
Nothing could be more perfect than this moment.
Nothing could ruin the seconds as they continue to tick by.
If I could freeze time and stay in the now, I would do it without another thought.
I’m happy. I am so genuinely happy that it makes me want to cry.
“Can I ask you something?”
He could ask me for my social security number right now, and I would probably give it to him.
“Sure.”
“Does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?”
I can’t help but snort.
I pull back, looking into those hazel eyes that swirl with so much depth and untold stories, eyes that provide me with such comfort, eyes that feel like home.
“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”