Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Ella
He looks into my eyes as a smile stretches across his lips.
Then his mouth is on me again, but this time it’s on my neck, my shoulders, my collarbone.
One of his hands slides across my breast, and he brushes my diamond-hard peak with his thumb.
He keeps it there and rubs it in small circles that make my entire body flush with heat.
Everything inside me is burning like a fire that will never go out.
I gently push away and spin him around.
“Sit.”
He slowly lowers himself onto the bed.
“Demanding.”
“You don’t know the half of it.”
He’s my guest, and all I want to do is take care of him.
I drop to my knees between his legs and wrap my hand around his cock. It’s hot and thick and heavy in my palm, already pulsing. My mouth waters. He leans back on his hands and watches me, his eyes dark with lust, his chest rising and falling faster now.
I lick the head, just a flick of my tongue over that swollen tip, and he groans. That sound makes me ache even more. I want to make him lose control.
I part my lips and slide him into my mouth, sucking him slowly, easing deeper until I feel the stretch in my jaw. My fingers stroke what I can’t take. His insane hardness twitches against my tongue, and I moan softly around him, loving the way his body tightens under my touch.
He tastes so good inside my mouth. I draw him in deeper, feeling like this is the most natural thing in the world.
“Fuck,” he says, his whole body tensing. “I’m not cumming anywhere but deep inside your hot little pussy.”
His eyes flash, and in one motion, he grabs me, dragging me onto the bed and flipping me beneath him. I gasp, legs falling open. My whole body’s shaking.
“You sure?” he rasps, dragging the thick head of his cock along my slit.
I nod frantically. “Yes. God, yes. I want to pop my cherry on your cock. I want you so deep I feel you in my throat.”
That growl in his chest? It’s feral. He pushes forward, slow but steady, until I feel the sharp pinch that makes my breath catch. He holds still, watching me.
He pushes inside me until the head is just broaching my entrance. My eyes and heart feel like they’re swimming.
“Time to fuck that cherry out of you.”
He eases into me and breaks through the only thing separating us.
The sting makes me cry out—but then it’s pleasure, hot and dizzying. He moves carefully at first, dragging his cock out of me and sliding back in, deeper, harder.
“You want me to cum with my dick pressed all the way up inside you?”
“God yes,” I moan as my head falls back.
I could get pregnant this way. He could lock me down right now.
He picks up the pace and pulls me to the edge of the bed. I’m seconds away from bursting as he starts to slam into me.
“Oh fuck, fuck,” I groan. Every inch of my body contracts with white-hot pleasure as my body begins to tremble.
He pounds into me harder, faster, and I can’t stop the filthy thoughts racing through my head. I want him to break me open. I want him to fill me so full his cum leaks out for days. I want him to ruin me and put a baby in me. I want everything.
“You’re gonna come all over my cock, aren’t you? You’re gonna milk me dry.”
“Yes,” I cry out. “Come in me. I want it. I want everything. It feels too fucking good.”
I watch him lick his thumb and bring it straight to my clit, rubbing tight little circles that make me jolt and clench around him.
That’s it. That’s all it takes.
I freeze with his cock buried deep inside me, locked to the hilt, my body seizing up around him as I come hard— gripping him like a fist, pulling him in even deeper, like my body doesn’t want to let him go.
I cry out, legs shaking, as he keeps working my body with ruthless pressure, his thumb never letting up.
“Fuck, baby,” I whimper. “I’m coming—Cole, I’m coming!”
He slams his hips up into mine, just once, just hard enough to push deeper, and then I feel it—him spilling inside me. Thick, hot spurts flood me, filling me up completely. He jerks with every pulse, every drop branding me from the inside.
He grips my hips tight and fucks up into me once, twice, three times more—making sure it all stays buried where it belongs. He grits his teeth and groans like he can’t take how tight I am, like I’m still wringing it out of him even after he’s emptied everything he has.
“That’s right,” he growls low. “Take all of it. My come belongs in you.”
I can feel it—his seed dripping, spreading, sticking to every soft, stretched inch inside me. It’s filthy. It’s perfect. I’ve never felt so thoroughly used and worshiped all at once.
My body melts forward until I’m lying on his chest, trembling, sweating, utterly wrecked in the best possible way. He wraps his arms around me like he can’t bear to let me go. His lips brush my temple, soft and reverent, while our breaths slow together.
I breathe him in—us in—our bodies tangled, our scents thick in the air, his come still seeping out of me as the sky outside melts into the last glow of sunset.