Chapter 17 #2
My body was so spent from the two hard climaxes that my knees began to shake. “I can’t,” I breathed, then I yelped and exhaled a pained breath when Donovan’s hand made sudden contact with my ass cheek, and a painful sting began to radiate.
My clit throbbed.
“Stay on your fuckin’ knees and take my cock,” he muttered against my nape, the sensations of his breath making my nipples pebble.
A hand went to my ass and rubbed away the sting, leaving behind nothing but heat that must have had a direct line to my pussy because, despite being worn out from the rough fucking it had just got from Donny’s fingers, it pulsed again, and suddenly, I needed more.
Then I heard the unmistakable clink of a belt buckle and the sound of a zipper being lowered before the hard, smooth head of Donovan’s cock pressed between the folds of my pussy.
“You ready, baby?” he rasped.
My heart jerked inside my chest.
Was I ever.
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Donovan
God only knew how I held back from slamming my iron-hard cock inside Rosie’s tight, dripping, needy little pussy, but I gritted my teeth and very gently eased inside her heat inch by agonizing inch.
She must have come hard because her body was trembling with aftershocks.
If I could have given her a break and let her recover, I would have, but there was no way I could hold back another minute.
I needed her so bad that my balls had already pulled tight against my body, and I was glad I’d already made her come twice because I knew this wasn’t gonna last long; Rosie was just that fucking hot.
I looked down, one hand still gripping Rosie’s hair, the other holding the base of my cock as I watched the head disappear into my girl’s snug little cunt, then come back out all wet and shiny.
I’d never been with anyone as tight as her.
In fact, that was what I remembered most from our first time, how well she gripped me and how I almost had to force myself inside her in order to make her take all of it.
That was what kept me going in the dark, lonely nights, and that was what kept her in the back of my mind for the last few years.
It was also what kept me from fucking other women.
I’d been inside a perfect pussy, so how the hell was I supposed to get off on anything less, or more to the point, anyone less?
I was fucked, and if I didn’t understand that before, I certainly did now.
A grunt escaped my throat as I shunted the tip of my cock inside her again, watching her cunt swallow me up greedily.
That time, I went halfway in before easing out again slowly.
Every time I pushed inside, I gave her a little more until finally I buried myself to the root and stayed still for a few seconds just to feel everything.
Rosie let out a soft mewl, and her muscles pulsed around me. My balls drew up even tighter, and I had to count backward from ten just to stop myself from coming.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered, tugging Rosie’s head back and sucking gently on the soft, smooth, musk-scented skin under her ear.
“I can’t,” she hissed. “I can’t come again.”
Without a thought, I brought my palm down hard on her smooth ass. The slap reverberated through the air, and she yelped loudly.
“Be a good girl, Rosie,” I cut out. “Do as I say.”
Her pussy contracted again, that time even harder, and my eyes rolled in the back of my head. I pulled out gently and pushed back in again, slowly repeating the action over and over until I found a rhythm that made my girl moan with pleasure.
“Now work your clit,” I grated huskily.
The instant Rosie began to touch herself, a weird feeling slid through me. My chest tightened, and my gut swooped because I realized that the only person I wanted touching her was me.
My hand left her ass and moved around to shove her fingers away. Quickly, I took over, rubbing her hard little clit until she cried out.
“Find it, Rosie,” I ordered through gritted teeth, determined to get one more out of her.
“I can’t,” she whimpered, almost sobbing. It may have felt uncomfortable, but I knew pleasure would take over soon, and if I could just make her go off again, it would blow her mind.
Rosie started contracting tightly around me, her body fighting me and loving me at the same time. The animalistic sounds coming from her throat told me she was close.
I started to fuck her harder, hammering into her, and driving her forward onto her elbows.
All thought for Rosie left me, and instinct took over as I started chasing my orgasm.
My balls drew up so tight that my hips began to lose their rhythm, and I was too far gone to hold back anymore.
As I circled her clit harder, sweat broke out across my forehead and neck.
“Give it to me,” I demanded, my voice breaking as I powered into her. My fingers flicked over her clit, and Rosie's loud whimpers turned to gasps and then a high, keening shriek as her body clenched down tight, squeezing the life from me.
That was it. I lost control and drove into Rosie’s snug pussy until dark spots swam in my vision.
My hand went to her throat, and I pulled her up so her back was pressed against my front as my cum shot into her like an erupting volcano.
I pulled Rosie’s face around, my hands sliding over her slippery skin. Her body arched for me, her eyes glazed, and her mouth opened, taking my lips and groaning down my throat while at the same time, swallowing my grunts of pleasure.
My heart dipped when Rosie’s ragged breaths began to sound like tiny sobs, and for one panic-stricken moment, I thought I’d pushed her too far.
She’d started to shiver, so I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into my lap, both of us still catching our breath.
The sweat on her skin had cooled too fast, so I stood with her still in my arms and headed into her bedroom with her curling up against my chest while I rested my chin on her damp hair.
Once I removed what was left of her torn nightwear, I stripped off my jeans, tee, and sneakers, and slid in beside her. Then, tugging the comforter over our naked bodies, I pulled Rosie in close with my arm around her shoulder and her face resting on my pec.
“You okay, baby?” I murmured into her hair.
She snuggled closer. “I think so. I don’t know what happened. I’ve never reacted that way before.”
“It seemed like you had a bit of a drop at the end there.”
Her eyes lifted to meet mine, and she asked, “What’s that?”
“It’s related to BDSM in part,” I explained, running my fingertips up and down her back. “It’s when the high from a scene is so intense that after you climax, your hormone levels drop and you have a comedown. Maybe I pushed you too hard.”
She went up on one elbow and smiled at me. “I’ve never had multiple orgasms before, so I think it knocked me slightly out of whack. I loved it, though, and I don’t want you to stop doing what you did. If anything, I’d like to explore it further.” She paused before asking, “Are you into BDSM?”
My hand rested on her hip. “No, baby, but I like to be in control.”
Her lips quirked. “I got that already. Hell, I got that three years ago. Even then, you were bossy in the bedroom.” Her eyes narrowed on me, and I smiled inwardly as I saw attitude fill her expression. “How did you break into my house?”
I gave her a sheepish smile. “Picked your lock.”
“I nearly had a damned heart attack when I heard somebody creeping up the stairs. You’re lucky my gun’s still packed away in the garage, because if I had it to hand, I wouldn’t have hesitated in popping a cap in your ass.”
I busted out laughing. “Pop a cap in my ass? What are you, Robocop?”
Her lips twitched. “I’m a good shot, too. You could’ve gotten your dick blown off.”
That one made me wince, but still, I reached up and pushed her gently onto her back.
“I’m sorry for what I said. I never meant it the way it came out, Ro, I promise.
My mouth ran away from me. What I meant was that everything’s been a lot, not you.
I’m still playing catch-up, and sometimes I hide inside my own head while I try to work through my feelings.
I spoke to Callum, and he forced a come-to-Jesus moment on me and made me see that you’re right.
I do struggle with opening up. I’ll work on it, though, I promise. ”
Rosie’s eyes searched mine, and I saw a flicker of relief mingling with some natural skepticism, as if she half-believed me, but also half-expected me to fuck up again.
Couldn’t really blame her for that.
“Being around you and the kids will help,” I went on. “You all let it hang out, so I’m hoping it will rub off on me sooner or later.”
“What makes you so closed off?” she asked. “Is it something to do with your dad?”
I nodded, suddenly feeling uncomfortable but also knowing that I had no choice but to push through if I wanted to move forward.
I was all out of excuses, and it was time to man up and start trusting her.
“Callum hit the nail on the head earlier when I spoke to him at the bar. I was a sensitive kid, and Da used to put me down for it. Thinking back, I can see I built walls even then, more to keep him out than anything else, but over time, nobody could get through them. Then I joined the Army, and those walls suited me. I had friends; I’d even go so far as to say I looked at some of them as my brothers, but nobody knew me completely, and that was the way I wanted it.
Emotions were redundant in my job, so it suited me and my superiors to keep them in check. ”
“I get that,” she assured me. “But you’ve got to be careful that you don’t start bottling everything up, honey. Breaker did the same, and his PTSD took over.”
“I have PTSD,” I admitted. “Saw and did things in the military that I couldn’t and wouldn’t talk about to anybody, but it’s mild and it’s under control. I have meds that help me sleep if I’m having a hard time, and when things get tough, I go with Breaker to the Vet Centre in Rock Springs.”