Chapter 36
Thirty-Six
Zach
“I’m going to fuck you right here on the stairs, understand?” I rasp against her neck, my mouth moving up toward hers. Trailing my lips along her ear, I beg on a whisper, “ Fuck, Louise, tell me this is okay.”
Nodding frantically, she grinds her ass against me, at the same time trying to turn her head to reach for my mouth with her own.
“Yes,” she breathes, as if she doesn’t want to break the spell, either. “Don’t stop.”
I nip at her lower lip sharply with my teeth, making her gasp, and then a breathy, panting moan leaves her lips, and I swallow it with a kiss. It’s rough, and carnal, and heady. I can’t get enough of her.
Honestly, the further I fall down this hole with her, the more I never want to climb my way back out of it. I want to stay, just like this. With her.
I’ve spent the last several years just going through the motions. Surviving. Trying to make the best of everything, for my girls.
I feel alive with Louise. For the first time in so long. She’s brought me back to life.
I spin her around, pushing her down until she’s laying flat on the floor at the top of the stairs, her knees draped over the first step.
Her golden hair splays in a pool around her head as I pry her knees apart, my fingers digging into the soft, bare flesh on the inside of her knees in a way that makes me fucking feral.
She’s all sweet softness to my hardness. Smooth to my rough.
Light to my shadows. Sunshine to my darkest nights.
And all she’s wearing is my FD t-shirt and the skimpiest fucking pair of panties I’ve ever seen in my life.
Shoving my pants down far enough to pull my cock out of my boxer briefs, I push her bare thighs open, then reach down and run my fingers up and down the triangle of fabric covering her pussy, then groan. She’s soaked. Moving her panties to the side, I bare her to me.
“So wet for this,” I groan, running my fingers along her slit, then up and around her clit.
Her back bows off the floor, a ragged, breathy moan falling from her lips.
My cock is so hard I’m aching, precum leaking out of the tip.
I grip the base of it, giving it a squeeze before lining the head up at her entrance.
“So fucking ready for me, Princess. Like you wanted to get caught.”
She nods, her eyes on mine. The lamp downstairs is dim, casting shadows up on the vaulted ceiling above us.
I shunt my hips forward, pushing all the way inside. Her throat arches, her pussy squeezes around me at the intrusion, and the sexiest fucking whimper leaves her lips.
Dropping onto my hands on either side of her head, I rock against her, going as deep as I can, over and over.
“Open your eyes,” I tell her, staring down into her face.
Goddamn she’s so fucking pretty. So fucking pretty, and mine.
She does as she’s told, her green eyes meeting mine.
Mouth dropped open, eyes heavy lidded and hazy.
“I’m going to fuck you, Louise.” She nods, catching her lower lip between her teeth when I pick up the pace.
“And then I’m going to take you downstairs, and you’re going to bend over and let me make this ass mine, too. ”
Her eyes go wide, her mouth dropping open at my words. Her hands scrabble at my sides, her knees drawing up on either side of my hips. Crashing my mouth to hers, I kiss her. There’s nothing gentle about this, but she told me not to act like I’ll break her.
So, I fuck her like I’m trying to.
By the way she whimpers beneath me, I’d say I’m doing something right.
With her panties shoved to the side, the fabric rubs against my shaft with every thrust. I know the material is rubbing on that tight little bundle of nerves just right, the way her whimpers turn to moans.
Her head tips back, mouth falling open, and I feel it, the telltale fluttering of her inner muscles around my cock. Ready to push her over the edge, I growl, “Did I say you could come, Louise?”
“No,” she whines, shaking her head, and I feel her clamp down on me, trying to stop it, but it’s too late.
She fucking detonates.
It takes every ounce of my willpower and sheer concentration not to come with her. Holy fuck she’s so tight around me. Her entire body seizes, her abs contracting tight, and her breath stalls in her throat. God, she’s so fucking pretty when she comes. So fucking beautiful.
“Zach,” she sobs when she can breathe again, tipping her head up to press her mouth to my shoulder.
Her teeth scrape against my skin and it sends shivers over every inch of me. Fuckkk. Don’t come yet. Don’t come yet…
I hold still, my hips flush against the apex of her thighs. I can feel every ripple and aftershock. Pressing my mouth to her forehead, I rasp, “Goddamn, Princess, I could watch you come for me all fucking day. Over and over again, I’d watch it like my favorite fucking movie.”
Leaning up, I shove the loose t-shirt up and over her tits. Dropping my mouth to her nipple, I suck it into my mouth and groan when her body tightens around me again. Her fingers dive into my hair, holding me to her with a sharp cry.
And I can’t hold back my own release any longer. Not with how tight she’s squeezing me.
Pulling almost all the way out of her, I slam back in, hard. Two, three thrusts and I’m coming, my balls drawing up and emptying inside her in long spurts.