Chapter 40 #2
My heart thrums in my chest as I hone in on her. She’s going to keep me hard and help me get through the refractory period. “We aren’t done yet,” I say.
I steal a pillow from the head of the bed, and she lifts her ass, letting me tuck it under her hips. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I tug her closer, adjusting her position. She twitches when I work my cum over her clit with my thumb and shift it lower until I’m massaging her tight knot.
I insert a finger into her ass and her lips part.
I sink down to the knuckle, pumping and spreading her for what’s to come.
She whimpers, and I pin her hip down while I add another, pulling a raspy moan from her throat.
I pluck the bottle of lube from the nightstand, drizzling it in my palm and stroking my dick.
It’s not long before blood starts returning to my cock.
Fucking finally. I push my thumb in, working around the perimeter, stretching her out one last time.
“I want you to choose a safeword, just in case it gets to be too much.”
“Red . . .” She smiles. “Thank you.” It’s not out of courtesy, it’s cautionary. She’s going to need this.
Sitting on my heels between her parted legs, I admire the way she’s offering herself to me as if I’m a god—which is exactly how I feel. She lengthens her body, lifting her arms above her head and arching her back—giving me one hell of a view of her breasts.
“Please?” she says, grinding against my knuckles, and I add another finger. Fuck, she’s going to be my undoing.
“Unreal,” I mutter, shaking my head and pressing the swollen tip to her entrance. I lean into it until the head of my cock squeezes into her tight ass. Fuck.
Her lips part, and she blinks up at me.
“Still my good girl?” I rasp.
She nods, sighing as she says. “More.”
I proceed slowly, pressing my hands on the backs of her lifted thighs, and I open her up to me more. “This is mine now,” I say. “All of you.”
I study her face, watching for any signs of discomfort.
“Take me, Logan.”
A grumble vibrates in my chest. Take it slow, I remind myself. I add more lube, mixing it with the cum and sweeping it over the area until the resistance lowers. She’s so tight I forget to breathe.
“Oh my God . . .” she sobs.
“You can take it, can’t you?”
“Yes.” She nods. “It’s so good—fuck.”
I’m unsure if she’s giving me a command or just an exclamation. She’s wide-eyed and impatient, panting for more, so I sink deep until she’s flush with the base of my cock.
She groans, and her chest rises and falls a little too fast for me.
“Shhhh. Breathe into it. Every inhale, I push deeper. Every exhale, you give me more. Understand?”
Kelly nods, allowing her muscles to soften. She follows my instructions and becomes more pliable under my palms.
“Perfect,” I say with a smile. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
With messy hair and mascara, she clutches my wrists, her glassy gaze locked on mine with so much trust.
“Thank you for giving me this,” I say, rocking into her.
“You own every part of me, Logan.” She knows exactly how to rile me up.
I fold her knees to her chest as I grip her jaw firmly, taking her mouth like I own it. Holding her still as my hips flex. She moans, kissing me hard and deep. Her tongue swipes over mine like she’s trying to make me lose control. It’s working.
“Do you have any idea what you fucking do to me?” I ask against her lips.
“I do,” she whispers, fully aware and smug.
I sit up and impale her on me, harder this time.
“Like that,” she begs. “Fuck me like that.” Her eyes flash, showing me glimpses of those dark corners she tries to hide.
I snap my hips again, holding her there as I rail harder and deeper than before. Her thighs tremble, and I snake my hand between her thighs and strum her clit with the side of my thumb while taking her ass.
“That’s a good girl. You knew exactly what you were doing when you planned this out.”
She’s gripping me so tight, like her body is trying to swallow my length.
“I want you addicted to me,” she says. “I want to make sure no one will ever make you feel satisfied like I do. I want to ruin you as much as you do me.”
Christ.
“I’ve already experienced what it’s like to be without you. I’m never going back.”
I pull out nearly all the way, then surge forward again, forcing her to take each deliberate inch. “Fuck, I knew you could handle it.”
I do it once more, observing the way her expression darkens slightly. There’s that flicker.
A sinful, smug grin perches on her lips while her body stretches around me.
A scoff slips from my throat. “You want more?” I spit on her ass. “I’m taking everything, Chaos—and I’ll fuck you . . . until there’s nothing left . . . you haven’t given to me.”
“I’m yours.”
Those two fucking words. Sweat beads on my forehead as I make every effort to not come; she’s bleeding out every ounce of control I have left. Every time I bury myself deep, she groans for more. She lights my veins on fire. Fuck mercy. Fuck control. I want my wife raw and untamed.
Kelly cries out my name, and I stare in disbelief at how perfect she is.
“Louder, I want to hear it over the sound of your screams while your legs are fucking shaking for me. While you’re on the brink of shattering.” I stuff my fingers into her pussy and stroke that spot.
“Logan!” Her voice trembles, senses overwhelmed. Her legs tense, and she mewls, raking my neck with her nails.
“Yes, sweetheart?” I tease, catching my breath.
Tears stream down her face. “I can’t hold it.” Her words come out like a plea.
I add another finger, pumping them in and out; she’s going to be so sore tomorrow. I will never forget how beautiful she looks in this moment. How giving she’s being, offering me her body, trust, and total submission. I will spend every second making sure I’m worthy of this moment.
“Break for me. Come on, pretty girl. Break and fucking gush all over my cock.”
She sits up on her elbows, sobbing my name, and squirts all over my hand when she comes. Oh fuck.
“Good girl!” I draw out my praise, low and gritty. “That’s it, let it wreck you. I want every messy, broken piece.” I nod, encouraging her, her mouth open on a silent scream as she locks her eyes on mine and gives me every bit of herself.
Her body pulses, and the second she fractures, I lose it.
I jerk inside her, filling her ass until I’m grinding down, forcing her to take every last drop.
Every twitch, tremor, and delicious spasm of her body is mine.
The fact that I brought her from sobbing to speechless makes my chest swell with pride, and I come undone right along with her until we’re nothing but heaving chests and thrumming heartbeats.
After cleaning ourselves up, we ease back into bed.
I gaze at the ceiling, smiling, with her tired body draped over mine under the sheets and one of her thighs resting on top of mine.
Her warm, relaxed weight on me is grounding and fills me with a peace I didn’t even know I needed.
Kelly’s ear is pressed to my chest as if she’s listening to my heartbeat, while her fingers trace the tattoos on my neck. We’re right where we belong.
“I wrecked your sheets,” she says. “Twice.”
My fingertips ghost up and down her spine. “No, you only wrecked the sheets once. This time you drenched the comforter.”
She laughs and lightly slaps my shoulder.
I hike her leg up higher, then stroke behind her knee with my thumb.
Kelly hums happily. “Yeah, I don’t think you can hang that one on the wall.”
I hum in agreement.
“Can I make you a cup of tea?” she asks.
The grin on my face widens, and I press a kiss to the top of her head. “No. I just want to hold you, take care of what’s mine.”
She does a little shiver, nuzzling into me. “I could stay forever like this. Wrapped around you and listening to your heartbeat.”
I didn’t know I could feel this much until her. A sense of calm hangs over us as we breathe together, our chests rising and falling, totally in sync as we come down from the high.
It’s as if our bodies know exactly what the other needs and how to communicate with one another.
But this part, the calm after the storm, after all the wreckage of breaking together, this might be my favorite.
There’s no high like holding her, knowing she’s mine.
Knowing she’s safe in my arms where she belongs.
“I’m so sleepy, but I don’t want tonight to end.”
“Before you fall asleep, I want you to drink some water and take a painkiller,” I say, reaching over to grab the glass of water and two small pills I set on the nightstand.
She props up on her elbows, taking them from me and drinking from the glass until it’s empty.
I set it back on the table and drag a downy-soft muslin over us.
She deserves all the softness after how rough I was.
I tip her chin up, bringing her relaxed mouth to mine before she falls asleep.
There’s no urgency when our lips brush, and she parts just enough to let me taste her.
She sleepily sighs into me, and I kiss her again, more breath than lips.
My fingers comb through her hair, untangling the strands one by one while holding her safely in my arms.
She’s not only my chaos, she’s my calm—and my obsession for her is as gentle as it is destructive.