Chapter 25 #2
When I shifted my hips, needing to move, he tightened his grip on me, pinning me in place.
“Don’t.” He breathed out a pained laugh and dropped his head back against the headboard, his eyes squeezed shut. “Can’t even tell you how fucking good you feel. Jesus Christ, baby girl. If you don’t want this to be over before it’s even begun, give me a second.”
I hummed and leaned forward, settling against his chest, my pussy pulsing at the subtle shift of him inside me.
Against his ear, I murmured, “Are you telling me the guy who’s had enough willpower to spend the past ten years only fucking me or his right hand can’t help me come before he goes off?
Maybe I should’ve brought that toy you bought me. ”
“Should’ve known you’d goad me, you gorgeous little brat.”
I bit my lip, not bothering to hide my smile because my taunt worked. Palming my ass, he shifted beneath me, his cock hitting even deeper inside me, and our groans split the air.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” Bringing a hand between us, he circled my clit with his thumb, his gaze locked on where I was spread tight around him. “Look at you taking my cock. So fucking gorgeous. My pretty little cunt is swallowing me whole, isn’t she? Taking it like a good fucking girl.”
With a whimper, I shifted my hips, and this time, he didn’t stop me.
One of his hands gripped my ass, guiding me over him while the other was wholly focused on my clit.
Chase and I’d had a lot of sex. Rough sex, frantic sex, hungry sex.
We’d laughed and we’d yelled and we’d cried.
But none of it had ever been like this. None of the other times had ever felt like our souls were locking together.
None of them had felt like my ruin and my salvation all at once.
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath. “I’m so fucking close. You feel so good. Too fucking good. Tell me you’re ready to squeeze my cock. Tell me you’re ready to come, baby girl.”
Thankfully, he didn’t wait for my answer before he pressed harder against my clit, rubbing in the fast, tight circles he knew would get me off.
He cupped his other hand around my neck and tugged my face to his for a kiss.
It was sloppy, all teeth and tongue, while I rocked over him, riding him to our bliss.
“Addie…” he said, urgency threaded through the single word.
“So close—”
“Fuck, baby. I’m—” He cut off on a low, rough groan that seemed to be torn straight from his chest. He stared at me with heavy-lidded eyes, mouth parted as he came, his cock twitching and warmth spreading deep inside me.
Frantic now, I reached down and joined my fingers with his, rubbing myself faster, harder. That, combined with the thought of him spilling himself inside me, pushed me straight over the edge.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he growled. “That’s my girl. Come all over this cock and claim it as yours.”
I was breathless, lost in ecstasy as I did exactly what he said, managing only a single word as I came around him. “Mine.”
He wrapped a hand around my neck, tugging my face to his and capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. I rocked against him, dragging out every ounce of our orgasms while he held me as close as two people could get.
We stayed like that for long moments, our hands everywhere they could reach, our mouths never separating. For the first time in our history, he didn’t have to immediately pull out of me and deal with the condom. For once, we could take our time.
When I was spent and exhausted, I collapsed next to him on the bed, immediately feeling the loss of him inside me. And immediately feeling the remnants of what he’d left behind. It was different than I was used to, but I definitely didn’t hate it.
“You made a mess of me.”
“Did I?” he asked, interest heavy in his tone. He pushed me onto my back and spread my thighs wide, taking in just how thoroughly he’d used my pussy. “Jesus Christ,” he groaned, his voice nothing but gravel.
Before I could glance down and see the mess we’d made, Chase shuffled closer on his knees, and I gasped. “Wait! Your knee!”
He breathed out a laugh. “What knee?”
“Your injured knee.”
“Believe me, it’s the last thing I’m thinking about.”
“What are you thinking about, then?”
He shook his head, shooting his gaze to mine before returning his attention to my pussy. Finally, on a whisper, he admitted, “Shoving my come back inside you.”
My stomach flipped at his words, and I couldn’t deny the answering throb in my clit.
My God. I hadn’t allowed myself to even entertain the thought of having kids, now or in the future, because I hadn’t wanted anyone but him and I hadn’t thought we were anything.
But the idea of him filling me up did something visceral to me I couldn’t explain.
I wanted him to mark me like that, whether the goal was to knock me up or not. I wanted it so bad that my nipples tightened, my pussy aching with a throb that was hard to ignore.
“Holy shit,” he said, awe threaded through the words.
“You like that, don’t you, baby girl?” He wrapped his fingers around his already hard cock and shuffled closer.
After draping my knees over his, he ran the head of his cock through the mess we’d made.
“Love the thought of me filling this sweet pussy with my come.”
I stared down between us and watched as he gathered his release with the head of his cock. And then, with our eyes locked, he slid deep, shoving it all back inside me.
“Oh shit,” I whispered, my pussy squeezing around him already, desperate for another release.
“Gonna come so deep inside you again.” He caught my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged before licking away the sting. “Gonna fill you up, baby girl. All fucking day.”
He fucked me, slow and sweet, growling words of praise and filth as he worked us both toward our releases. Where before, we’d only ever had stolen moments…hours here or there when we could get lost in each other, now we had what felt like an endless amount of time stretched out before us.
And we took full fucking advantage of it.