Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Hendrix
This right here. The look on Maisie’s face. This was the reason I went through the pain of piercing my dick. To watch the pleasure it gave the women I had sex with. But most importantly for this woman, even if I hadn’t known it at the time. I would go through the pain all over again if it meant pleasuring her for the rest of my life.
“Yes,” I hissed. My fingers gripped her thighs hard enough as she rode me that there would likely be bruises on them in the morning.
There was nothing gentle about the way Maisie took control and I let her. She bounced up and down when she wanted to. She rocked back and forth when the mood called for it. She even arched her back and put her hands on my legs to get my cock as deep inside her as she could. And I let her do all of it, despite the ache in my cock demanding I take control.
There was a look in her eyes that screamed she needed this and I was more than happy to give it to her.
Maisie did what felt good for her until an orgasm crashed through her like a damn tidal wave, taking us both with it. I’d never come so hard in my life with a woman as I did buried deep inside Maisie’s vagina.
I coated her walls with my seed and didn’t feel bad about it.
Finally, Maisie collapsed forward onto my chest with an exhausted sigh, but if she thought that was it, she was sadly mistaken. We were just getting started.
“Now it’s my turn,” I told her as I sat up and pushed myself out of the chair with my elbows, making sure to keep us connected so my semihard shaft was still deep inside her.
I could feel our combined juices leaking out of Maisie with each step we took. They traveled down my leg, probably making a mess on the floor but I didn’t care. I would worry about cleaning that up later.
I headed straight for the bedroom and dropped us both down onto the bed, catching myself with my forearms so I didn’t crush Maisie in the process.
“That takes talent.” Maisie’s sleepy smile beamed up at me.
“I have lots of talents when it comes to you, but you can’t sleep just yet. I’m not done with you.” I was hard all over again even though I had yet to leave her warm heat.
“Not tired.” The large yawn contradicted her words, but it didn’t stop her from shimmying underneath me; a clear indication she wanted a second round just as much as I did.
I pulled out until just the tip of my cock was inside her.
“Hendrix,” she moaned.
“Look at me, sweetheart.”
When I was sure I had her glossy eyes locked on mine, I growled “mine” before slamming inside her, causing her eyes to roll back inside her head.
I could get used to seeing that. Our first time together, I didn’t get to enjoy all these little things. It was a rushed experience in a dark closet. I was trying to hide my identity until Maisie finished so she didn’t push me away.
This time I got to take every pleasure she was willing to give. I was able to look into her beautiful eyes. To watch her expressions with each thrust. I wielded my Jacob’s ladder like a damn magical wand to ensure I gave her the best experience of her life because I planned to be her last sexual partner. Another man on this earth wouldn’t get the chance to feel how Maisie tightened when she was close.
Not unless that person wanted to die at my hands.
“Yes!” Maisie gasped. “Right there!”
I lived for those sounds. I repeated the same process over and over again until she was screaming the house down with my name on her lips. I didn’t care if she woke the neighborhood up. I hoped she did. I wanted everyone to know exactly who she belonged to.
Obsessed wasn’t even a strong enough word for how I felt about Maisie. I wanted to claim her in every way that I could. I wanted her to carry my last name.
I finished shortly after her and rolled us so that she was lying across my chest.
I was gasping from exertion and couldn’t promise that I wouldn’t have collapsed on top of her. Essentially crushing her from the pleasure she gave me.
“How the hell was that better than the first time? I imagined how good you were with that damn thing, but nope, I was kidding myself.”
I chuckled. “Can we not call my cock a thing , please. He might get offended.”
Maisie didn’t lift her head but I didn’t need to see her eyes to know she was likely rolling them at me. She did that a lot. “Let me guess,” she huffed. “You’re one of those guys who names his cock and treats him like his own person.”
“Uh, no.” I was quick to correct her. “I love my cock, don’t get me wrong. We have a great connection, especially since you seem so damn happy with it, but no name. I think it’s weird when guys do that. And even more so when they refer to them like a person.”
I could feel Maisie’s relieved sigh. “Oh good. I thought for a minute there I would have to get rid of you. Naming your cock is a hard no for me. I’ve only met one guy who did it and I can promise you as soon as I realized, I ran for the hills.”
Jealousy, like I had never felt before, consumed me. “How about we never talk about another man when I’m still semihard inside your pussy.”
My statement caused Maisie to laugh and I could swear I felt it all the way down to my toes. But what really surprised me was the fact that I was growing hard again after already having her twice.
I wasn’t a young man anymore. I didn’t pretend to be. Usually I needed recovery time after the first round. Clearly, with Maisie, that wasn’t the case and it surprised the hell out of me.
“I need to clean myself up,” Maisie groaned. “I can feel you dripping out of me onto the bed. It’s a little gross, to be honest.”
I hid my laughter, and my need to possess her. If it were up to me, I would shove it all back in. I would shove it so far up her vagina that there would be no mistaking who owned it. Maisie was mine even if she didn’t realize it yet.
I watched her slip out of bed and head straight for the bathroom. I went to the hamper and grabbed a shirt to clean myself up, then tagged a pair of boxers off the floor and waited for Maisie to come back into the room.
She stepped out of the bathroom with another big yawn and came straight back to bed.
“I’m exhausted.” Her words were punctuated with yet another yawn.
“Then get some sleep, sweetheart. I’ll be right here.”
She snuggled into my side with her head on my chest and her arm draped over my belly but it was her words that gave me a laugh. “Don’t get used to this.”
Of course she would have to have the last word. My little rebel wouldn’t know how else to be.
I waited until I was sure she was fast asleep before slipping out of the bed and tiptoeing across the room and out into the hallway.
After I cleaned up the mess we made on the floor, I silently went to the kitchen to grab an energy drink from the fridge.
I was going to need it if I planned to stay awake all night.