4. Astrid
Chapter 4
Astrid
I waited for Theo to come home that night, but when one in the morning rolled around, I realized he might be gone all night. I knew I wasn’t alone in the house. His butler was here, and he had security on the grounds behind the large iron door that looked like it belonged to a castle. But no amount of security could make me feel safe the way Theo could.
Not that I really felt unsafe. I just missed him.
He’d just told me he would really try, so I didn’t want to be clingy right off the bat, but I was anxious and desperate. I’m sorry to bother you, but do you think you’ll be home tonight? I sent off the message then reread it as I cringed. The last thing I should do was smother him right now, but I missed him so much that I couldn’t help it.
His three dots popped up immediately. You never bother me .
I read those words again and again, feeling my heart become so full. He was busier than Bolton had ever been, but Theo never made me feel like an afterthought. He made me feel like his woman, like I had the right to access him whenever I felt like it—a luxury that no one else had.
His three dots popped up again. I have a lot of shit to do tonight. I won’t be home before morning unless you need me.
He would drop all of his obligations if I asked him to? Bolton had never once said that to me. Never made me privy to his work at all.
Do you need me, sweetheart?
I wanted him beside me in bed every night, but his prompt responses and attention were more than enough. Whenever he called me sweetheart, I felt my body start to float as I became another cloud in the sky. Maybe it was a term he threw out to all women, but it made me feel so damn special. No. I’ll see you when you get home.
Are you sure?
Yes. Just miss you, is all.
His three dots didn’t return.
I was asleep when I felt the bed shift beside me. I’d been up on and off, waiting for Theo to come home, so I didn’t get a deep sleep until later in the evening. It was one of those sleeps that felt so heavy, like I couldn’t wake up even if someone shook me.
Then I felt a massive arm circle me and draw me close. The heat from his body was like sitting in front of a roaring fireplace. My face felt the hardness of his chest, and knowing exactly who was next to me was the only thing strong enough to stir me from slumber.
I cracked my eyes and waited for him to come into focus. It took a couple seconds to see him, to see his dark hair and dark eyes, his sharp jawline. But once his portrait was before me, I felt my body relax in his embrace. I came closer, hooked my thigh over his hip, and hugged his torso. My face burrowed into his neck as I rested on the pillow and smelled his soap and sweat. “What time is it?”
“Eight.”
“You were gone a long time.” I squeezed him, appreciating that he was there with me instead of on the streets with a target on his back.
“It happens.”
I kissed his neck then his chest, feeling the heat sear my lips like a hot pan did to meat. He was shirtless and pantless, completely naked, when he slid into my bed. This was what I’d wanted all night. “I missed you.” He’d said he would try to make this relationship work, so I should be patient and slow, but that was impossible with Theo. All my feelings bubbled from the bottom of the sea to the surface. I couldn’t contain it anymore, couldn’t pretend he wasn’t the man of my goddamn dreams, the man I should have been with in the first place.
I kissed his chest again and again, not expecting him to say it back as I gave him more of my affection. In a sleepy haze, I wasn’t fully aware of my words or my actions. I just did what felt right.
I felt him roll me to my back as he moved on top of me.
A jolt of excitement spiked through me. There was a pull at my heart. A tightness in my stomach. I felt like a teenage girl with her first love. I’d never been this excited to have any other man between my legs, even though I’d already had him before.
He grabbed my panties and pulled them down before he fit himself between my thighs. He moved over me, smothering me with the warmth that radiated from his physique like a living furnace.
My body immediately opened to him, my thighs squeezing his torso, my hips tilted to take him. My arms hooked behind his shoulders and pulled him into me because I wanted this man balls deep inside me, no matter how much it hurt. I wanted to feel our bodies touch and our souls dance.
He pushed his head inside me and sank, his massive weight on top of me, his body entering mine and claiming it as his own. He gave the sexiest moan when he was sheathed, his lips just above mine .
My fingers moved into the hair at the back of his neck and felt the short strands. My thighs squeezed his hips because I wanted him to stay buried between my legs forever. This was the closest to heaven I’d ever been—with this man.
He rocked into me slowly, one hand sliding into my hair and getting a strong grip. He stared at my lips then my eyes, the dark possessiveness in his gaze. The stare remained through his thrusts, through the pleasure that made us both release unexpected gasps for air. Then he dipped his head and kissed me, pressing our hot lips together as our bodies continued their dance.
I was stuffed with his length, barely able to contain all his manliness, and I wanted it to stay that way. I wanted the pleasure and the pain. I wanted the aches and the moans. I wanted the light and the dark as long as this man was the one to give it to me. “Theo…” I spoke into his mouth as we kissed, as he thrust inside me nice and slow. I waited for him to give me all of himself without realizing that I hadn’t given him all of me either. But now I did, my heart on my sleeve, my desperation in the cut of my nails. How could I have left a marriage and fallen so head over heels for someone else so quickly? Maybe it was because everything with Bolton had been a lie. Or maybe it was because my soul was desperate for Theo’s the second we met. Maybe Theo was the man I was destined to be with—and Bolton was just a horrible detour to get there.
“You’re going to make me come.” My hand reached down to his ass cheek, and I felt the slab of muscle as I pulled him into me, wincing every time his dick hit my cervix. But I was so wet for him, my pussy already contracting in anticipation of the volcano of pleasure about to erupt.
His cock hardened inside me, and he released the sexiest moan against my mouth. He rarely showed his emotions, rarely displayed them with an expression or a tone. But he showed me his vulnerability in moments like these, and it was so sexy.
I felt my body grip him with the strength of a vise, and I convulsed against him, hips thrusting on their own, tears springing from my eyes. Being half asleep made it better, made it more of a dream.
He thrust into me hard as he finished, no longer handling me with the gentleness he showed before. It was deep and aggressive, his face flushing red. Then he filled me with a moan, his ass tightening under my grip, his dick dumping all of his desire inside me. He barely finished before he rolled over onto his back with his arm tucked under his head.
I’d slept all night, so I was ready to start my day, but now that Theo was there, I didn’t want to go. I knew he needed to sleep after being up all night and he would probably be in bed until the afternoon, but I decided to stay anyway.
Because there was nowhere else I’d rather be.
When the driver picked me up, Scarlett was already in the back seat. “Ready to go shopping?”
Theo had told me she was coming by, but he didn’t say why. “Shopping?”
“Yeah. I need a couple of new things because the kids have pretty much destroyed all my shit.” She smirked as she said that, like it wasn’t really that much of an annoyance. “I figured you needed some stuff too…since your house burned down.”
Theo’s butler had supplied a couple things for me because I hadn’t been out of the house much. There were two big guys in the front of the vehicle, so I assumed they were our security for the day.
“And I assumed we would get dinner afterward. And a couple drinks.”
“Shopping, food, and alcohol.” I climbed into the back of the SUV and shut the door. “I’m in.”
“Yes, bitch. Let’s do it.”
The guys took us to a couple of spots, including the mall, and Scarlett and I walked around and did some shopping. She grabbed a couple blouses and some new heels. Now that spring was here and summer was around the corner, I grabbed some sundresses and heels to wear out and about. It’d been a long and cold winter, and I was excited to move on from the season…and the memories .
Scarlett stopped at the lingerie store. “If I don’t get Axel something, he’ll throw a tantrum.”
I chuckled as I followed her inside.
She looked at some of the sets on display, black and lacy, and she grabbed a couple things, not bothering to try them on.
Without looking at me, she asked, “Nothing for Theo?”
“Oh, I don’t know. He doesn’t seem like a lingerie kind of guy.”
She smirked before she looked at me. “All men like lingerie, babe.”
Theo didn’t seem picky. He was ready to deliver with little notice. Lingerie or no lingerie, he was ready to fuck all the same.
“Trust me, get something.”
I looked around and grabbed a couple things, slightly self-conscious about the idea of putting it on in front of Theo and trying to be sexy. It wasn’t something I’d done with Bolton. Didn’t have the confidence to strut around the house and seduce a man like that. And it wasn’t like Theo and I didn’t already have all the chemistry we needed to ignite in flame. But I selected a few pieces anyway.
“They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” Scarlett said. “Which is partially true because my husband can’t get enough of my cooking. But he would choose sex over dinner every time.”
With our shopping bags in the back seat, the guys drove us to a restaurant a couple blocks away.
“You don’t want to go to your place?” I asked.
“No,” she said with a laugh. “I fully admit that my cooking isn’t the best.”
“I think Axel would disagree.”
“That man is blind when it comes to me. Always has been.”
We left our bags in the car and got a table near the window. It was a cute place that offered a large basket of bread the second you sat down. Scarlett and I immediately grabbed our pieces and smothered them with butter and olive oil before we stuffed our faces. Neither one of us had any shame.
When the waiter came over, we ordered wine and an appetizer.
It’d been a long time since I’d been out of the house without Bolton or Theo. I didn’t have many friends, and I used to be close to my sister-in-law, but now that she wasn’t my sister-in-law anymore, we would probably never speak again.
“So, how are things?” Scarlett asked.
When we were shopping, we had been more focused on getting everything we needed than having a deep, one-on-one conversation. Now, it was just us and our wine and our bread. “Things are really good, but I feel weird describing my life that way.”
“Why?”
“Well, I’m not divorced. I have a feeling I’ll never be divorced.”
“You can file without his signature,” she said. “So, just file for the divorce and let him deal with it.”
“I have a strong suspicion that paperwork would never see the light of day. Bolton is connected to everyone.”
“And you think Theo isn’t?”
I gave a shrug. “I think filing for divorce is a waste of time anyway, because the marriage will end in death.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
“Theo will either kill him or…he’ll kill Theo, and then I’ll be his slave again until I die.” It was a depressing thought to have over dinner, but it was my reality. “I’m kinda living in a fairy tale with Theo right now, so it’s easy to forget my reality. But that is my reality.”
She didn’t fill the tension with a bunch of meaningless phrases, like it’ll get better and don’t worry about it …whatever most people said to make someone else feel better. She chose to let the silence linger like she knew my concerns were valid. “Theo is a cut above the rest. Maybe your husband is a hit man, but my money is still on Theo—and not because I’ve got a dog in the fight.”
“I know Theo is physically superior, but Bolton is smart. Really smart.” Most people didn’t understand just how smart he really was. I’d found his old school things when I was cleaning out the attic, and his test scores were always in the highest percentile. His IQ had him in the gifted category.
“He cheated on you,” she snapped. “How smart can that idiot be?”
I smirked.
She smirked back. “What kind of man is married to a hot piece of ass like you and asks for an open marriage? Maybe he’s brilliant on paper, but in the real world, he’s a fucking dumbass. I have no doubt that Theo will handle it.”
“I’m grateful that Theo wants to handle it.” I wasn’t his problem, but he made me the most important problem in his life. He’d become my shield, my bulletproof vest. He said he was only willing to try, but he’d already offered so much more.
“He cares for you.”
“Yeah.” But not as much as I cared for him, judging by the way my heart screamed anytime he walked into the room.
She drank her wine as she looked at me. “Why do I feel like there’s more to that statement?”
“Is this why you asked me to dinner?” I teased. “To spill the tea? ”
“No. I could just get it from Theo if that’s what I wanted.”
“I didn’t know you guys were close like that.” I knew Axel was his brother and he cared for Scarlett like a sister, but I didn’t know they had these one-on-one conversations on a much deeper level.
“I know how to drag things out of him. He’s not an open book like Axel.”
Sometimes I wished he were an open book. Sometimes I wished I knew what he felt when he felt it. It seemed like I discovered stuff after the fact, when he couldn’t keep it in any longer. “Can I tell you something in confidence?”
“Of course.”
“I don’t want Theo to know about it.”
“I promise I won’t tell him.”
“Or Axel,” I said.
“He’s the last person I would tell because he’d run straight to Theo like a schoolgirl.” She grabbed another piece of bread and slathered it with butter. “Come on, girl. I’ll protect your secrets like a priest in a confessional.”
It had been a whirlwind since the moment I’d met him. Since the moment I’d first had him. It’d been up and down with lots of bumps in between, but now the road was finally smooth and everything I’d repressed had come out in full force. “I’m falling so hard for him.” It felt good to get it off my chest, to say it to someone since I couldn’t say it to him. “He said he was willing to try to have something with me, and I’m over here head over fucking heels.”
“You don’t want him to know?”
“He’s smart,” I said. “I’m sure he senses it.”
“But you’re afraid to tell him.”
“I’m afraid to tell him and scare him off.”
“Well…” She took a bite of her bread and swallowed it down before she continued. “In case you haven’t noticed, he’s dealing with your crazy ex and still hasn’t given up, so I don’t think you can scare him off.”
A smile moved on to my lips, but it was a painful one, an insincere one. “Sometimes I wonder if he just feels obligated to help me.”
“Why would he feel obligated?”
“Because he’s all I have. If he walks away, I’m done.” I had no defense against Bolton. He was stronger and smarter, and I had nothing. As long as he wanted to keep me as a prisoner, there was nothing I could do to stop him. “I’m sure Theo knows that.”
“He could send you away. Give you a new identity and some money to start over. I think he’s here because he cares for you more than he shows. That man has a lot of demons, but I don’t think those demons are enough to keep him away from you. ”
I stared at the bread on my plate and fidgeted with it, buoyed by her words but also swallowed by them.
“Don’t be afraid to wear your heart on your sleeve,” she said. “Because I think that’s exactly what Theo needs.”
“Yeah…maybe.” I tore off a piece of the bread but left it on the plate before I looked at her again. “I feel so stupid for choosing Bolton when I had Theo there…wanting me.” It was my greatest mistake. An unforgivable one.
“You’re being way too hard on yourself, babe.”
“Really? As Theo’s friend, I assumed you would feel differently.”
“But I’m his married friend,” she said. “Unmarried people think marriage is just a piece of paper, but once you’re in a marriage, you realize it’s so much more. You share the same last name. You become family. I don’t fault you for trying to make that marriage work. It’s not like you knew Bolton was a psychopath at the time.”
“I know, but…” I had more stored inside my chest, but it didn’t come free. “Theo said we would have ended up in this predicament, no matter what I decided.”
“And he’s right,” she said with a nod. “It must be so frustrating that Bolton started all this when he asked for an open marriage, but he refuses to accept the consequences of that decision. You fell for someone else. He shouldn’t be surprised. ”
“I think he expected me to stay loyal, honestly.” And I almost did because I felt so guilty about it. Felt guilty leaving my wedding ring at home. Felt horrible for wanting another man in my bed besides my husband. But in the end, I had no reason to feel bad whatsoever.
“Arrogant prick.” She took another bite of her bread.
“Did Theo ask you to do this?”
“Do what?” she asked.
“You know, take me out…get me out of the house.”
“No.” Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at me, genuinely confused. “I asked you out because you’re a hot piece of ass that I wanted to go shopping with.”
A smile melted over my mouth. “That’s really nice of you.”
“We’re friends, babe.”
“Yeah? I could really use a friend. My closest friend was my sister-in-law, but I’ll never see her again now.”
“Well, you’ve got me. And I bet I cook better than she does.”
I released a quick laugh. “You’re right about that. Whenever I came over, she served cheese and crackers.”
“Does she think you’re a mouse?” Scarlett deadpanned.
A bigger laugh escaped my lips. “I know, right?”
We finished our dinner then enjoyed the rest of our wine. Scarlett had ordered a bottle and refused to leave until it was empty. We each got a slice of tiramisu and continued to talk about all facets of life.
“You miss your kids?” I asked.
“God no,” she said with a laugh. “My tits are finally put away, and I don’t have spit-up all over me.” She took another drink. “I mean, Axel prefers my tits out even if there’s a baby sucking them raw.”
I smiled. “He seems like a good dad.”
“Yeah, he is,” she said warmly. “He really stepped up. Walked away from business and came into parenthood full time. Sacrificed it all for us. It was his decision. I didn’t have to ask him.”
I tried not to think too far into the future because I couldn’t see where that road led with Theo. But I hoped our destination would be the same, with Theo holding our children in his big arms, taking to fatherhood seamlessly. “That’s great.”
“Axel wanted kids more than I did. He was the first one to bring it up.”
“That’s cute.”
“So, it’s nice that I can go out and not feel guilty about leaving him with childcare.” She tapped her phone on the table so the screen would light up and show the time. “They should be asleep now, so he’s probably watching the game on the couch naked, waiting for me to come home.”
“Wow, that’s something to come home to.”
“I know,” she said with a grin. “God, he’s so hot.”
I wouldn’t dare compliment her husband, but yeah, he was. Not as hot as Theo, but still. “Can I be honest?”
“Always.”
“I was a little jealous when Theo told me about you guys.”
She chuckled. “Axel is still jealous about it.”
“I know it’s stupid because it was a million years ago, but you’re really hot, so…”
She winked. “Thanks, babe.” She clinked her glass against mine. “I was so depressed at the time. All I wanted from him was sex. Something to make me forget about the man I really wanted but couldn’t have.”
“Theo told me that whole story. I’m surprised you forgave your father.”
She shrugged. “He’s my dad, you know?”
“But what if you and Axel hadn’t found each other again?”
She paused for a while, looking at her wineglass as she pondered the question. “I think nothing was going to stop Axel from getting me. I wish our story hadn’t been interrupted the way it was, but I think it was worth knowing that Axel would move heaven and earth to have me. ”
“Yeah.” Theo had come to me, not once, but twice. He wasn’t good with words, but he strung them together to fight for me. He’d extended his hand, and I should have taken it right there on the spot. Should have run away with him without looking back. I didn’t trust him, but he proved how trustworthy he was after the fact. “I know it’s too soon to feel the way I do, but I still do.”
“Who says it’s too soon?” she asked. “I was in love with Axel within the first week. Maybe the first day.”
“When do you think he was in love with you?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “He’d probably tell you he was in love with me the moment he saw me. Even when I had a boyfriend at the time. Even when I told him it would never happen between us. That man was not deterred.”
I’d had that, and I was a fucking idiot.
Now I wanted to kill Bolton myself. What if Theo was the man I was supposed to be with, and Bolton nearly destroyed that?
She took another drink of her wine. “We should do this more often. Girls’ night out. No kids and no dicks. We can sit on those dicks when we get home.”
Another laugh burst from my chest. Every time I felt like shit, she pulled me from the brink. Made me laugh. Made me smile. That was exactly what I needed during a time like this, and I could never thank her enough .
When the waiter walked by, Scarlett got his attention. “Could you bring the tab, please?”
“It’s already been taken care of,” he said.
“What?” Scarlett blurted. “By whom?”
He turned toward the corner, the far side of the room. “That gentleman there.” He walked off.
My eyes narrowed far across the room, and I spotted Theo sitting at a table with a group of guys. He was in a short-sleeved shirt, his muscular arms covered in ink, a glass of scotch on the table. He seemed deep in conversation, listening to the guy he’d introduced to me before, Octavio. Even when he just sat there and listened, he was the sexiest hunk of man meat I’d ever seen.
“Should’ve known.” Scarlett rolled her eyes.
“He’s probably here more for you than me.” I turned back to her. “I’ve got a target on my back these days.”
“I’m sure Axel asked.” She grabbed her coat from the back of the chair. “Should we go say thank you?”
As always, butterflies the size of dragons erupted in my stomach. Whenever my eyes found his, I felt the simmer deep in my stomach, felt the numbness in my fingertips. Bolton used to have that effect on me when we first met, but that quickly wore off. I suspected it would never wear off with Theo. “Sure.”
We crossed the restaurant and approached the guys, their empty plates still on the table because the waitress hadn’t come by to clear them. But their glasses were full of booze instead of wine, with big square ice cubes.
Theo’s eyes shifted to me when I drew close. Not once did he look at Scarlett, like she wasn’t even there.
“The waiter told us some prick picked up the bill,” Scarlett teased.
His eyes stayed on me for another second before he finally looked at her. “Did you enjoy your dinner?”
“Yes—and the wine,” she said. “I drank too much, and now my milk is going to taste like a cocktail.”
“I’m sure Axel will enjoy that.” His gaze turned back to me, steady and calm like the ocean at dawn, smooth as glass. His eyes were like dark coal from a mine, dark like the earth after a short rain. “Would you like to join us, sweetheart?”
There was no place to sit, so I imagined my ass would be parked in his lap. “It’s okay. I’ll see you back at home.”
He rose from the table and silently excused himself from the guys. His arm automatically slid around my waist, and he walked me to the entryway and then onto the sidewalk. The guys in the vehicle must have been watching because they pulled up to the curb without his having to call. He opened the back door and let Scarlett climb in first, his eyes on me instead of her ass as it peeked out from underneath her dress. I wasn’t sure if it was a sign of respect to me or Axel, but I suspected he wouldn’t have looked even if I weren’t there. His arm squeezed my waist as he brought me into him. He placed a kiss on my mouth as his big hand gripped my ass and squeezed.
I loved it when he grabbed my ass.
Wordlessly, he pulled away and waited for me to get into the car.
I climbed into the back seat, disappointed by the growing space between us.
Then he shut the door and knocked his fist on the front window, telling the guys to drive off.
We pulled away from the restaurant, and I watched him through the window as long as I could, watched him return through the door and head back to the table where the guys were waiting.
“Girl, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
I turned back to her in question.
“An ass-grab is as possessive as it gets.”
I didn’t know when he would be home, so I went to sleep. After waiting up for him for most of the night and being dead tired the next day, I realized I couldn’t do that regularly. His schedule was unpredictable, and I should just accept that. When I’d stayed over for the weekend in the past, he’d seemed to make an exception to his routine to accommodate me.
I woke up when I felt the cold air hit my skin. The bedding had been pulled off me, and the hairs on my arm immediately stood on end. I absent-mindedly reached for the sheets again, but instead, I felt hard stone.
My eyes opened, and I saw the darkness above me, the eyes that mirrored the underworld. The hardness my hand felt was a chest carved out of stone, warm from sitting in the sun all afternoon. Before I could speak or move, I was turned over, landing on my stomach with my hair in my face.
Then I felt his weight on top of me, felt the mattress dip in the center from both of our bodies. He yanked up my t-shirt to expose my lower back then pulled down my thong. Not all the way, just to the tops of my thighs.
I breathed as I lay there, feeling him take over and command my body as his. I lifted my head and felt my hair fall away from my face.
Instead of the pressure of his big head trying to ram inside me, I felt the warmth of his fingers as they slid between my folds and moved deep, penetrating me.
I inhaled a deep breath in surprise.
He pulsed inside me, prepping me for the log that would follow. His fingers curled to feel my wall, to soak in the slickness that started to ooze from deep inside .
Still half asleep, I lay motionless and breathed, aware of his massive size on top of me like a mountain overlooking a valley.
He withdrew his fingers then smeared them over his length, lubing his head with my arousal. He positioned himself at my entrance and gave a hard push to break through the tightness at my entrance. It made me dip into the bed as I gave a muffled cry. When the worst of the discomfort was over, he sank the rest of the way, slowly entering my depths as he was squeezed by my tightness and eased by my slickness.
He only stopped because he had nowhere else to go.
I curved my spine to sit up as far as I could, taking deep breaths as I adjusted to the tree trunk that fully occupied my channel. He opened me as far as I could go, showed me just how much my little slit could take.
His hands balled into fists on either side of me, and he started to thrust, pounding into me as I lay still, his hips clapping against my ass cheeks. It wasn’t gentle the way it’d been the night before. When he’d walked in the door tonight, all he wanted to do was fuck me—and fuck me hard.
I breathed and winced and moaned, cycling between the pleasure and the pain, turned on by his size one moment, then barely able to tolerate it the next. But I didn’t dare complain because I loved that dick, no matter how much it hurt .
His breathing picked up as he enjoyed it, ignoring my winces because he didn’t give a fuck at the moment. “I’ve been thinking about this pussy all fucking day.” Just when I thought he couldn’t move faster, he did, balls tapping against my body with his thrusts, treating me like one of the whores who was paid to take it without complaint.
I moaned and grunted, feeling my body shake as he rammed into me hard.
“Too much dick, sweetheart?”
At this angle, it was so much more, so much fuller, so much deeper. My eyes started to water because it was so much. “No—no.”
“Attagirl.” Turned on by my answer, he gave his final pumps and finished, filling me with a load of hot seed. He gave the sexiest moan, a bear on top of me, pressing me deeper into the mattress as he claimed my pussy the way a conqueror claimed a land. When he was finished, he pulled his semi-hard dick out of me.
I took a deep breath when my pussy finally had room to relax.
He rolled me over again, getting me on my back before he scooped his arms underneath my thighs and opened me wide before placing a hard kiss right against my clit.
I inhaled a breath so big, my whole back arched toward the ceiling .
He kissed my clit hard, sucked it into his mouth before he gave it a bite.
“Fuck…” I closed my eyes as I fisted his hair through waves of pleasure the size of a tsunami. I’d been dead asleep when this man had come into my bed and ravished me like he hadn’t had me in weeks rather than a day. He dominated me before I opened my eyes, and it reminded me of the way it used to be, when he asked me to stay with him as long as I could, when he wanted me in his bed day and night. When all he wanted was me, and no other substitute would do. With my nails deep in his scalp, I came with new tears and moans, grinding my aching clit harder against his face as I rode the high and came back down again.
When it was over, I was utterly spent, like I’d lifted a boulder and carried it up a mountain. My eyes closed and I lay there, catching my breath and relaxing as I simmered in the lingering pleasure.
He moved over me again, his massive size making the mattress dip once more. “I gotta fuck this pussy again.” His hand gripped the back of my head harshly, and he tugged at my scalp as he guided himself inside me. I was slick from his kisses and his seed and my arousal, so he slipped in much easier than last time. He pushed himself deep inside as he folded me underneath him, claiming me once more with his powerful thrusts.