Chapter 11 #3
I thrust up gently to meet her, but she shakes her head. "Let me."
I nod, hands on her ass now, feeling the muscles flex as she rides me.
Up and down, her pussy gripping my cock like a vice, slick sounds filling the empty room.
The floor digs into my back, but the pleasure overrides it, building with every stroke.
She leans forward slightly, changing the angle, and I hit that spot inside her.
Ingrid gasps, her pace quickening. "Right there... fuck, Gunnar."
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, nails biting just enough to sting.
I watch her face, the way her eyes flutter half-closed, lips parted.
Sweat beads on her forehead, trickling down between her breasts.
I want to touch them, so I do—palms cupping the soft weight, thumbs rolling her nipples.
She arches into it, moaning louder, her hips grinding in circles now, chasing her release.
"Ingrid... you're so tight. So wet for me." My voice is strained, the pressure coiling in my balls.
The wound throbs a little with the movement, but it's distant, drowned out by the way her pussy flutters around me.
She straightens up, hands on her thighs for leverage, riding harder.
Her ass slaps against my thighs with each drop, the rhythm steady and relentless.
I can see her clit, swollen and rubbing against my pubic bone every time she bottoms out. "Touch it," she demands, voice breathy.
My thumb finds her clit, circling it firmly.
She cries out, head thrown back, blonde hair cascading down her back.
The ring on her finger catches the light as her hand grips my wrist, urging me on. "Yes, just like that. Don't stop."
I don't.
I rub faster, feeling her body tense, her pussy clenching rhythmically.
She's close, I can tell by the way her breaths come in short pants, her movements erratic. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel it."
Ingrid shudders, her orgasm hitting hard.
She grinds down, walls pulsing around my cock, milking me. "Gunnar! Oh god..." Her voice breaks, body trembling as she rides through it, juices coating my shaft.
The sight pushes me over the edge.
I thrust up once, twice, and then I'm coming, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan.
Cum fills her pussy, hot spurts that make her whimper.
She keeps moving, slower now, drawing out every last drop.
We stay like that for a minute, her collapsed on my chest—careful of the bandage—both of us panting.
The floor is hard, but her weight is welcome.
She lifts her head, kissing me softly, tongue slipping in to taste.
"That was..." I trail off, still catching my breath.
"Perfect," she finishes, smiling. But her eyes spark again, and she shifts, my cock still semi-hard inside her. "Think we can go again? The floor's not broken in yet."
I laugh, pulling her down for another kiss. "Lead the way, fiancée."
She starts moving once more, slower this time, building the heat up again.
Her pussy is slick with our combined release, making each slide easier, deeper.
I grip her hips, guiding her gently, the wound a faint ache now overshadowed by the renewed friction.
Ingrid's hands roam my chest, avoiding the bandage, fingers tweaking my nipples until I hiss in pleasure.
She leans down, mouth latching onto one, sucking hard while her hips roll in a steady grind.
My cock hardens fully again, filling her completely.
"You're insatiable," I mutter, but I'm grinning, thrusting up to match her pace.
"Only for you." She straightens, tossing her hair, and picks up speed.
Her breasts sway hypnotically, and I reach for them, squeezing, pinching the nipples until she moans.
The empty room echoes with our sounds—skin slapping, wet squelches, heavy breaths.
Sunlight warms our skin, highlighting the sheen of sweat on her body.
I watch my cock disappear into her pussy over and over, the sight filthy and perfect.
She reaches back, fondling my balls, rolling them in her palm, and I buck up harder.
"Fuck, Ingrid... your pussy feels amazing. So full of my cum."
She clenches deliberately, making me groan. "I want more. Fill me up again."
Her words spur me on. I sit up slightly, ignoring the twinge in my side, and capture her mouth in a fierce kiss.
Tongues tangle as she bounces faster, chasing another peak.
My hand slips between us again, fingers on her clit, rubbing in tight circles.
She breaks the kiss, gasping. "Yes... harder. Make me come on your cock."
I do, pinching her clit lightly, and she shatters, pussy spasming wildly.
The contraction pulls my own release, cum shooting into her once more.
We ride it out together, bodies locked, until she slumps forward.
This time, we lie there longer, the cool floor a relief against our heated skin.
Ingrid traces the ring on her finger, then laces her hand with mine. "Our new place. Our new start."
I kiss her forehead. "Couldn't ask for better."
But as her hips twitch again, I know we're not done.
The night is young, the house is empty, and Ingrid's far from finished celebrating.
She rolls off me carefully, then pushes me flat again. "One more round. On your back, hands behind your head. Let me take care of everything."
I comply, cock already stirring at her command.
She straddles my face first, lowering her dripping pussy to my mouth.
"Taste us," she says, and I do, tongue lapping at the mix of cum and her arousal.
She grinds down, smothering me in her wetness, moaning as I suck her clit.
Her thighs quiver around my ears, hands in my hair, pulling.
I thrust my tongue inside her, fucking her with it, until she's coming again, flooding my mouth.
She tastes salty-sweet, addictive.
Then she slides down, impaling herself on my cock once more.
This time, she faces away, reverse cowgirl, ass cheeks spreading as she sinks down.
The view is obscene—her pussy stretched around me, cum leaking out.
She rides hard, hands on my thighs for balance, ass bouncing.
I smack it lightly, watching the flesh jiggle, and she yelps in delight.
"Harder," she demands, so I do, leaving red handprints.
My fingers find her asshole, circling the tight ring, and she pushes back, inviting.
I press one finger in, feeling the heat, and she groans, pace faltering. "Fuck my ass with your finger while I ride your cock."
I obey, sliding in knuckle-deep, thrusting in time with her movements.
Her pussy tightens impossibly, and she's coming undone, body shaking.
I follow, pumping more cum into her, the dual penetration pushing me over.
Exhausted, she collapses beside me on the floor, our bodies tangled.
The room smells of sex, the floor marked by our passion.
No furniture, but we don't need it.
Just us, breaking in our future.
Her ring catches the fading afternoon light every time she moves her hand.
She can't stop looking at it.
Can't stop touching it.
Can't stop smiling.
"Fifty years," she murmurs.
"At least."
"That's a long time."
"Not long enough."
She shifts, props herself up on her elbow to look at me.
"I never thought I'd have this. Any of this. A man who loves me. A home. A future." She blinks back tears. "For so long, I was convinced I didn't deserve it. That I was too broken. Too damaged. Too much."
"You're not too anything. You're exactly right. Exactly perfect."
"I'm not perfect."
"You're perfect for me. That's all that matters."
She leans down, kisses me softly.
"When do you want to get married?"
"Tomorrow?"
She laughs. "Be serious."
"I am serious. I'd marry you right now if we could find someone to officiate."
"My mother would kill you. She's been waiting for this her whole life."
"Fine. Not tomorrow. But soon. I don't want a long engagement."
"Neither do I." She settles back against me. "Small wedding?"
"Whatever you want."
"I want small. Just family. The club. The people who matter."
"Done."
"And I want to wear my mom’s dress. If it still fits. If Mom kept it."
"She kept it. She keeps everything."
Ingrid laughs. "True."
We lie in silence for a while.
Just breathing.
Just being.
Just existing in this moment that somehow contains everything—our past, our present, our future.
"We should probably tell people," she says eventually. "Before the club gossip network figures it out on their own."
"Probably."
"Family first, then everyone else."
"Your mom already knows. She helped pick the ring."
"My mom can keep a secret. It's my dad I'm worried about. And Hakon and Ulf. Those three have the biggest mouths in the club."
I laugh. "Fair point."
"Tonight? Dinner at my parents' place? We can tell everyone at once."
"Sounds perfect."
She sighs happily, snuggling closer.
"I can't believe this is my life now. Engaged. Moving into a house. Planning a future with someone who actually wants to be there."
"Believe it. Because I'm not going anywhere."
"Promise?"
"Promise. Forever."
She holds up her hand, watches the emerald sparkle.
"Forever sounds good."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She turns to look at me, eyes bright with love and hope and everything I've ever wanted. "Forever sounds perfect."