Chapter 10 #2
I shoved my sweatpants down and settled between her thighs, the head of my cock nudging against her entrance. She was still trembling from her orgasm, slick and swollen, and when I pushed inside her, we both groaned at the sensation of… completion.
Her pussy was so tight, so hot, gripping my cock like a fist as I sank into her inch by inch. I had to stop halfway through and breathe through my nose to keep from coming right then and there.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s just been a while.”
“Don’t stop.” Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me in deeper. “Please don’t stop.”
And then I was buried inside her, cock pulsing, on the verge of spilling myself inside her right now before we’d even begun.
“Fuck, girl, you feel fucking gooood.”
I started to move, slowly at first, savoring the drag of her body against mine. But then she rolled her hips up to meet me and something snapped inside me.
This wasn’t how you won the woman. I needed to kick this up a notch.
I grabbed her hip with one hand and braced myself on the bed with the other. Then I fucked her hard enough to make the headboard slam against the wall.
She’d never forget me. I wouldn’t let her forget me.
Rachel took everything I gave her, crying out with every thrust, her nails raking down my back.
If I could stop time and keep this moment forever I would.
I needed this woman.
I craved her.
Desired her.
Coveted her.
She was my epic love affair, and I realized in this moment that I’d never be able to forget her. I’d dream of her long after she’d left this town in the dust.
The words were on my tongue. Stay with me. Don’t leave. We could build something together. Something big.
But it was too soon. My best bet was to make her fall in love with my cock, not with me.
So I revved my engine up and gave her everything I had until she was crying out with each thrust, her breasts slapping up with each push of my cock.
I could feel her building again, her inner muscles starting to flutter around me, and I reached between us to rub her clit because I needed her to come again.
Needed to feel her fall apart on my cock.
“Come for me,” I demanded. “Come on my cock, Rachel.”
She did, her whole body seizing up as the orgasm ripped through her.
And then, the pulsing grip of her pussy pulled my own release out of me before I could even think about pulling out. I came inside her with a groan that felt like it was torn from somewhere deep in my chest, spilling everything I had while my hips jerked helplessly against her.
My life was complete.
I could lay down and die now, a contented man.
I shuddered on top of her, not wanting this moment to end as we both slowly floated back down to reality.
And when I found reality, it smacked me in the face. We hadn’t used any protection. I’d just come inside her like some reckless teenager.
And the worst part?
Some crazy fucking thing inside me didn’t regret it.
There was a primal beast living in me that hoped she’d get pregnant.
I wanted Rachel to stay here forever, giving me babies. We could build a life together, her and me, us, right here in this house that had been empty of a woman’s touch for far too long.
But then the second wave of reality hit me in the face.
What did I have to offer her?
My bank account had less than a thousand dollars in it. I lived paycheck to paycheck, just like the people I helped, because I spent more time doing free work for neighbors than jobs that actually paid.
I opened my eyes and studied her face. She was watching me and I wondered what was going through her mind right now with my cock softening inside her, still buried to the hilt, refusing to leave now that it had taken up residence.
For Rachel, I could do things differently. I could call my buddy Davis tomorrow and ask him for a real job with a steady paycheck.
He’d been trying to get me to come on board for the past year, ever since he’d opened up his big construction company.
Davis thought I’d make a good foreman for one of his crews, and he’d dangled a big salary in front of my eyes. But so far I hadn’t blinked.
Rachel was the kind of woman who would make me blink.
I’d take that job for her.
I can still volunteer on free projects during weekends.
But I’d finally have the stability to offer a woman a future. And I wanted that woman to be her.
Pulling Rachel close, my hand settled on her waist. I was on the verge of asking her to give up everything and stay with me when she spoke.
“This is just physical,” she said softly, her voice still breathless. “We can’t get attached, although I will admit that was fire. I’ve never been fucked like that before.”
“Is that what it was?” I asked, calling her out on her lie. “Just something physical?”
She was quiet so long I thought she might not answer.
But then she reached out and stroked my chest. “Yeah, Clayton. That’s what it was.”
Damn it. She was going to pretend that meant nothing?
We both knew the truth.
But I held in my frustrated sigh that wanted to explode into the room.
And instead I just nodded against her hair and told her what she wanted to hear. “Sure, Rachel. If you say so, I’ll go along with that. But you don’t get to leave this mountain until I fuck you one more time,” I rumbled, my fingers already drifting to her curves.
I was going to convince this woman to stay with each thrust of my cock tonight. She wasn’t getting out of this bed until I’d wrecked her.
But first, it was playtime.
Our first time had been explosive.
Now I’d get to take my time and explore this woman.