Chapter 38
THIRTY-EIGHT
FIREWORKS
Beckett
I gazed down at Addison, at the pleasure contorting her beautiful features, and stilled my hips as she pulsed around my cock.
Dirt was smeared across her cheek and above her brow, and there were leaves and grass tangled in her hair.
Scrapes and the beginnings of bruises along her torso, but she’d never looked more stunning.
Her fingers slipped from my hair down my arms, tangling between my own still around her throat and urging me to tighten my hold.
I did so with a smirk, and my cock jumped in appreciation.
The adrenaline from chasing her, from fucking her into the dirt, was like fire scorching through my veins. And her orgasm was only an accelerant.
Her eyes fluttered back open, and she licked her lips as her chest quickly rose and fell with every intake of breath. Her ankle flexed on my shoulder as her hips tried to move. But I had her bent in such a way, it wasn’t really possible for her to grind down.
Leaning back, I ran my hand down her chest and rested it between her tits. Running my other hand from her hip up her leg, I turned my head to the side and kissed the inside of her ankle.
A brief tender moment so we could both catch our breath before I fucked her full of my cum.
Because we couldn’t slow down. Mostly because we didn’t want to, but also because it was too cold to take my time like I wanted to.
Pulling her other leg up over my hip, I pressed my palms to the back of her thighs and spread her open even farther. I stared down at where my cock stretched her pretty pussy. Where she hugged me tight, and I could see her arousal pooling around my length.
My eyes trailed up her curves, and I enjoyed the way her jaw dropped as I pulled out and thrust back into her. So hard that our skin slapped together, and I had to hold onto her tight enough that she wouldn’t slide farther across the grass.
Still sensitive from her orgasm, her moan was nearly a shriek. I dug my blunt nails into her sensitive skin and fucked into her with reckless abandon. She took everything I gave, hooking her hands around the back of her knees and holding herself open for me.
“Such a perfect little slut, holding yourself open for Daddy’s cock,” I murmured.
“Just for you, Daddy,” she whispered. “Only for you.”
I smiled and punctuated each word with a brutal thrust. “That’s. My. Baby. Girl.”
Pressing my thumbs against each of her lower lips, I spread her open as much as I could and stared at where my cock drove into her again and again. She was so warm and slick, I was completely lost in her. Consumed by her color and light, I wanted to drown in it if she’d let me.
I could tell that she was growing tired, and the cold was becoming harder to ignore the later it got. But I wanted to see if I could pull one more orgasm from her. My thumb brushed over her swollen clit, and she shuddered, almost dropping her legs.
“No, no, baby girl. Keep yourself open for me while you come one more time.”
She struggled to grab hold of her legs but finally did so, pulling them back toward her chest and letting her head fall back onto the ground. Her eyes screwed shut, and she mumbled quiet curses with every thrust.
But my favorite was to hear her plead for me not to stop. Even naked in the middle of a grassy field in the freezing cold, my baby girl was desperate for me. And her need only made me more desperate, too.
Removing my thumb from her clit only long enough to spit down onto it, I continued my long, circular motions, adding just the right amount of pressure that made her go insane every time.
Her inner walls clenched around me, and my balls drew up. The orgasm I’d been holding back for too long was nearing the surface, and with every sound and pleasure-filled expression, Addison was making it impossible for me to keep it at bay.
Grinding my teeth, I didn’t change my rhythm at all. I knew she was close, I could feel it in the way her body began tensing and her words suddenly cut off. Like she was focusing all her attention and energy on where I was feeding her my cock and drawing her orgasm to the surface with my thumb.
“Come for me, baby girl,” I said through clenched teeth, knowing exactly what would send her over the edge. “Clench around my cock and make me come. Daddy’s going to fill his baby girl up so—” My words tapered off with a growl as Addison shattered with a scream, and I finally let go.
I’d never understood the description that some used of stars exploding behind your eyes when you came. Until then. Even in the pitch-black night, I felt like my entire world lit up. I tried to keep my eyes open so I could watch her expression morph in ecstasy, but I struggled to fight the pleasure.
I felt like I was floating for a while, and when I finally returned to earth, I looked down at the stunning woman beneath me.
Dirt and all, she was perfect. An exhausted, satisfied smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she let her legs fall back to the ground and ran her hands through her hair.
Her eyes fluttered open, and a flicker of worry shot through me. What we’d done hadn’t been tame, but the only thing reflected back to me behind her green irises was contentment.
I quickly appraised the rest of her, trying to determine if she had any injuries that needed to be addressed sooner rather than later. But from what I could see, there were only minor scrapes and a few spots that were already bruised.
“How you doing, baby girl?” I asked, content with my preliminary evaluation.
Planting one hand behind her, she managed to push herself off the ground and onto her bare ass. My cock slipped free, and I shivered. The cold night air was a stark, unwelcome contradiction to her warm cunt.
But Addison drew my attention back to her. She pushed a stray piece of hair out of my face before she wrapped the cool fingers of her free hand around the back of my neck.
Her eyes bounced across my face. I still hadn’t caught my breath, and the cold air burned my lungs. Addison’s own breath was a little white puff between us.
“I’m good,” she began, letting her nails drag through my hair. “I’m…perfect, Daddy.”
There were so many things I wanted to say. So many feelings I wanted to put into words, but none of them felt perfect enough for the moment or for her. Instead, I cupped her face and guided her mouth to mine in a sweet, sultry kiss.
Her tongue slipped against my lips, and I smiled as fireworks exploded in the distance. It took me a moment to register the sound, and Addison drew back with a gasp, quickly glancing behind her.
The closest house was beyond the valley, but with nothing but bare trees between us, the sound traveled easily through the cold air. More fireworks erupted in an array of colors against the pitch-black sky.
“Oh, wow,” Addison muttered, and I tugged her onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her. I would have offered her the clothes I’d torn from her body, but they were no longer wearable.
She settled back into me and shivered but didn’t complain about the cold as we watched the impromptu fireworks show. We’d start walking soon, but a few more seconds wouldn’t hurt.
Her head dropped back onto my shoulder, and she sighed. It was the perfect moment with the perfect woman. I didn’t know how it happened, but I was one lucky motherfucker.
Pushing her disheveled pink hair out of the way, I pressed my lips to her temple, she leaned into the kiss, and I saw the briefest flash of her smile. She was tired—exhausted, really—and struggling to keep her eyes open. It was such a luxury to have a gorgeous, sated woman in my arms.
“Happy New Year, baby girl,” I whispered against her skin.
She hummed and turned toward me, running her nose along my jaw and burying her face in my neck. “Happy New Year, Daddy.”