Chapter 36 #2
How do I get out of this? I decide I don’t want to. Her belly round with my baby would send a message to any fucker who looks twice at her. “If that’s something you’d like. I’ve seen you with Ace, Trip too, and hell, with Jade. You’d be a natural mother.”
Her face falls, her voice is a whisper. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to. Piero…”
I recall her saying she lost two babies because of that asshole. As if I needed another reason to end him. “It’s not a deal breaker,” I reassure her. Then, attempting to lighten the mood, I suggest, “But it would sure be fun trying. In fact, why don’t we start now?”
“Practice is good.” At least I’ve got her grinning again. “For now, though, I think I’ll keep taking the pill.”
I must need my fucking head tested. Because now, that’s the last thing I want her to do.
But I keep that to myself. “As long as I can stop using fuckin’ condoms.” And isn’t that a wonderful thought?
Going bare, it’s the ultimate male’s dream.
And one I haven’t yet had the pleasure of since Josie. I ask hurriedly, “How are your ribs?”
“My ribs are fine.” She raises a challenging brow as she outright lies.
Grimacing, I move toward her. “I want to make love to you, babe. But I have to know I won’t hurt you.” As she shrugs dismissively and opens her mouth, I place my fingers over her lips. “When they’re hurting, they should be cared for.”
She reaches her hand behind my head, pulling my mouth down to hers. But before we touch, she says softly, “You’re a good man, Freak.” There are many people who’d think otherwise, but the only opinion that matters is hers. Our lips meet.
I don’t know what it is about her, but an innocent caress shouldn’t cause electric shocks to run down my spine.
Our tongues dancing shouldn’t be able to shred every other thought from my mind except for how much I need her.
And my dick shouldn’t be able to get this painfully hard so fast, and have precum leaking and dampening my underwear.
Especially not after Short’s not-so-tender ministrations just hours earlier.
I’d thought she was dangerous, but that was before we ever kissed. Our first, that night had started the spark. Tonight’s has caused a full-blown inferno. And this time she’s not walking into danger, tonight she’s all mine.
Without breaking our contact, I undo the button of her shorts and push them over her hips, then let my hands find the neckline of her short, cropped top and tear the flimsy material in two rather than losing her lips. I feel her chuckle.
Then it’s her hands on my zipper, lowering it, then pushing my jeans and underwear down as far as she can. It’s enough that she can reach into the gap and take my dick out. I swear I almost come as soon as she touches me.
Walking her backward toward the bed, I brace her and gently lower her until her back is on the sheet. Still kissing, I undo her bra and slide the straps down her arms. My hands find her breasts and gently knead them, she groans into my mouth.
Lowering my fingers, I push aside her panties and zero in on her clit. As I circle that delicate bundle of nerves, her fingers surround my dick and, using my copious precum, start moving up and down.
It’s too much, I’m going to blow like a teenager if she doesn’t stop, and I want nothing more than to come inside her.
She’s admitted she’s taking the pill, together with my lack of concern if she does end up pregnant, when I remind myself I’ll be able to go ungloved, I can’t wait another damn minute.
I tear my mouth away from hers. “Need you, Trixie, I fuckin’ need you now.”
“Then take me. I’m ready.”
I move my fingers away from her clit and find her slit soaking.
When I pull back and stand, she moans in complaint, then watches as I take off my cut, turning to carefully place it over a chair, then remove my t-shirt in a one handed move and throw it down not caring where, I push my jeans and boxers all the way down and kick them off, grateful that as I’ve spent the afternoon lying on her bed, I’m not wearing boots.
She positions herself better on the bed, then holds out her arms.
So fucking carefully to avoid putting pressure on her ribs, I lower myself over her.
I take her mouth again as one handed, I position my dick, then with one thrust push all the way in.
Her own lubrication eases my way but it’s still a tight fit.
I pause until her face relaxes, and her internal muscles flutter and start to massage my cock.
She feels so fucking good, I pull out, and then back in. Mindful of her injury, I pause and have the sense to ask, “Is this alright?” Hoping like hell she’ll say that it is.
She literally growls, “If you don’t keep moving, I’ll fucking kill you, Freak.”
Taking that as permission to proceed, I resume my movement, slowly pushing in and out. It’s fucking torture.
“Freak,” she wails. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
Oh, I mean it. I want to show her everything she means to me. I repeat my actions.
“Freak, for fuck’s sake. Do it like you did before.”
“Before you weren’t my old lady.” Then she’d been just a club girl, a vessel to be used.
“I loved it before, Freak. Now fuck me properly, damn it!”
The slow pace is killing me too. I don’t need further encouragement to rid myself of the self-imposed leash and start hammering into her.
Her gasp shows I’m hitting her G-spot, and to give her extra stimulation, I reach down and strum her clit.
I’m so close to the edge I fear I’m going to have to start mentally stripping down a motorcycle engine to stop blowing my load.
But then I notice the flush rising up until it covers her body, can feel her muscles gripping me, can see her eyes fluttering, her mouth dropping open, her fists twisting the sheets…
I can’t hold back, cum bursts forth and a roar leaves my mouth at the very moment a scream leaves hers.
Our bodies pulsate as one, me pumping cum, aftershocks racking her. For a moment there’s stillness, then we both start breathing heavily, trying to get air into our lungs.
Keeping my weight off her chest, I lean my head down and attack her mouth greedily. She responds, her fingers tangling in my hair. This kiss is short, we both still need oxygen.
I can’t resist. A smile curves my lips as I look down at her. “Are you sure you weren’t faking?”
“I never needed to with you,” she replies, smiling shyly.
Then she grimaces, and I remember she’s injured.
Fucking hell. I promised I’d never hurt her. And I just did.