Chapter 52
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Julian
“You make me so hard,” I growl out.
Leaning back, she smirks and grinds her hips on my cock, only making me hotter and hungrier for her. Crashing through the house, we barely make it through her bedroom door before I slam her back against it, cradling her head with my palm. Her eyes are green flames blazing with lust.
Reaching down, she grabs the bottom of her hoodie and rips it over her head, throwing it behind me haphazardly.
Her tits are pushed up in one of those cropped tops with a built-in bra, the ones she wears to exercise in.
I lick up her cleavage before sinking my teeth into the upper swell of one breast.
Wiggling her hands between us, she starts unbuttoning my shirt, huffing when my continued laving at her breast hinders her progress.
Laughing, I lift away, watching her bite her lip in concentration as she frantically works on my shirt, running her hands up my chest and over my shoulders, parting the shirt as she goes.
Keeping her up with my hips pressed into her pelvis and her legs locked around my waist, I wrestle my arms free.
She watches me with heavy-lidded eyes for a moment until she is reaching to undo my pants.
“So impatient,” I tut at her.
Quirking a brow, she starts palming my dick instead. Whimpering, my legs almost buckle.
Uncrossing her ankles, she lets her legs fall to the ground, dropping to her knees. Finished unbuttoning my slacks, her eyes meet mine, and she pulls the zipper down.
I’m ready to explode, so I clench my ass and lock my knees. Grabbing her hand, I yank her to her feet.
Over her gasping protest, my hand snaps up to grip her throat. “Pretty girl, I intend to come inside my pussy. And if I let you put your mouth or hands anywhere near my dick, that won’t happen.”
Sticking out her bottom lip, she pouts, adorably disgruntled.
“Now, take off the rest of your clothes.”
She stares at me, eyes wide and mouth gaping. “Now, Aleena. Otherwise I’ll turn your ass red and then fuck you until I come. And I will leave you with no relief. Do you understand?
Swallowing, she whispers, “Yes.” Kicking off her shoes and socks, her top comes off next. Watching me as she slips her hands inside the waistband at her hips, she shimmies her leggings and panties off at the same time. I’m mesmerized by her tits shaking, nipples pebbled.
Gathering up the last of her clothes, she stands. And with a lift of her arm, drops them at her side in a dramatic show of obedience.
Her burgundy-colored toenails wiggle into the rug as she shifts her weight from foot to foot, the flare of her hips popping to the side.
Licking my lips, my mouth begins to water as I spy the dampness beginning to smear along her inner thighs.
As my eyes move up her body, the shadowed dip of her belly button becomes more pronounced with each heaving breath she takes, hollowing her stomach.
I long to grasp the heaviness of her breasts in my hands.
I feel triumphant as the most beautiful flush covering her chest creeps up her neck, cheeks flaming with color.
She is stunning.
I’m unable to do anything but stare at her.
I think she’s going to get nervous and cover herself, but then her shoulders pull back the tiniest bit and she stops shuffling her feet, and a disarming smile curves her full lips.
However, it’s the serene way she stares back at me—sure and open and full of love—that holds me captive.
My racing heart slows to a steady pounding, a peaceful rightfulness settling over me for the first time in more than a week.
Shucking the rest of my clothes off, I amble towards her.
My hands find the curve of her hips, tracing down their contour and around to clutch the backs of her thighs.
I boost her into my arms. Too far from the bed, I press her against the wall, never breaking eye contact as I grip my dick and slot myself against her entrance.
Pressing my flared head in, I feel like I’m truly home when her wet heat clenches around me. Cradling her bottom in one hand, I grip her throat, angling her face up to me, demanding her full attention.
“The first time I was inside you, I told you you were mine.” Thrusting my hips, we both groan as she completely envelopes me, clenching repeatedly around me as we look deep into each other's eyes. Holding still deep inside her, I say, “I meant it then.” Pulling out, I drive back in. “And.” My forehead drops to hers, my teeth gritting at how tight she is, and I start pounding into her with each word to drive my point home. “It’s.” Thrust. “Even.” Thrust. “Truer.” Thrust. “Now.” Thrust. “Baby.”
At this point, her arms are tightly wrapped around my neck. Flexing her legs, rising up and dropping back down, impaling herself on my dick. She makes tiny cries every time her clit rolls against the base of my shaft, further pushing us both toward the point of no return.
Eyes widening, Leena starts shuddering, and her grinding falters. Though she makes an effort to keep moving, I take over. Holding her thighs tightly, easily shifting her up and down, meeting my coordinated thrust.
Her high-pitched “Julian,” sets me off and I come with her. My movements slow as we ride out our shared orgasm. I move us away from the wall, my cum leaking out as I settle her on the bed and cover her.
“You definitely made me messy,” she slurs sleepily.
With a chuckle, I go to the bathroom, letting the water run while I take two washcloths from the shelf. After doing my business, I clean myself up before heading back to my sleepy girl.
Leena watches me with droopy eyes and a satisfied smile.
Kissing her forehead, I drag the covers down and, though she resists, nudge her legs open.
I gently clean her up, tossing the washcloth in the hamper, and return to bed.
I slip my arm under her pillow and drape my other over her waist, snuggling in tight behind her.
With the sinking sun streaking through the drapes, we fall into a peaceful slumber.