Chapter 23
Spence’s grip tightens just slightly, a tremor running through him. “You feel incredible. I’m so lost for you.” His voice is rough with honesty.
My breath stumbles. And then something earthshaking happens.
The energy between us shifts. The heat deepens into something else. Feels like I’m falling into him, not just moving on top of him.
Like the connection is pulling us closer, tightening, building between us in a way that blurs boundaries. I’m not one now. I’m part of a deeper connection with him.
“Spence…” My fingers curl against his shoulders, the tension rising in me like a wave I can’t hold back. “I’m getting close.”
His arms wrap around my waist, locking me close, pulling me down into his pulsing cock, anchoring me as tremors race through my core.
“I’m right here. I’m with you.”
The words unravel me. It’s not the insane heat between our bodies, or the rhythm of him sliding deep…so deep. This goes beyond physical pleasure.
I swallow a knife of pain in my throat.
This is big.
Neither of us is walking away without scars. I see it in his eyes.
“Come with me,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss him, angling my mouth for his thrusting tongue, my rhythm faltering.
He takes over. His hands biting into my thighs deliciously. He’s moaning, dragging me against his cock, taking my mouth and I’m unraveling. Melting.
The peak is on the horizon. But it comes on fast. The force it takes me with makes me scream.
Tearing my mouth away from his, my whole body twists with intense pleasure.
He holds me through it. His powerful arms keep me from falling physically, but they make me fall even more in the most beautiful way.
I’m in love with him.
It happened so fast. But in truth, it was months ago that I knew something was unfolding between us. Forbidden but undeniable.
I’m in love.
The world narrows to my pulse, his arms, the distant twinkle of Christmas lights.
“Babe.” He flips me beneath him, his hands bracing on either side of my head, our bodies still locked together. “I’m going to love you so hard.”
He is. Spencer doesn’t do anything in half measures.
“Take me.” I say, letting my knees drop wide. “Take me to the edge I can’t come back from.”
He strokes into me, slow, deep, awakening the pleasure again. “Can you take all of this right now, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I love it.”
Looking right at me he draws back, thrusts forward hard.
A shockwave rolls through me, stealing my breath. Making my pussy contract violently.
My hands find his biceps. “Oh god, yes. Do it again.”
“I’m not stopping until I break us both,” he grits out, thrusting hard, driving me up the bed.
My eyes mist, my body arches. “Ahhhhmygod!” I gasp, clinging to him.
“Fuck, angel. That’s it.” He shoves all of that wide shaft into me, his pelvis crashing against me, grinding down. “Play with your clit for me.”
I fumble my hand between us, my lungs on fire, I’m breathing so hard, I’m seeing spots.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” I’m chanting. Deliriously happy. Lost in the consuming heat and intensity of the moment.
When his hand slides below my butt, his rough, manly fingers bite into me. With a growl, he lifts me, and I scream. ‘Ah!”
He shudders and stops. “Too deep?”
“No!” I squirm all over him, desperate for that pounding force.
“You like this?” Spence slams me, grunting, clenching my ass in his hand.
“Yes, Yes!”
He does it again, a vile curse tearing from him. “Goddamn, this fucking cunt is dangerous, Liberty.”
“Oh! Right there, right. There.”
He doesn’t stop this time. Just as he promised, he takes me to the edge. A place I’ve never been.
I’m begging, clawing, twisting, and completely out of my mind when the orgasm comes from deep within my core, splitting me open.
Head thrown back, throat burning, I groan as it blinds me.
Firm fingers bite into my chin. “Right here. Eyes on mine,” Spence commands.
His eyes are wild, his fingers burning hot against my face.
“I want to take you bare, Liberty.”
“B-bare?”
He nods, sweat dripping down his temples, the look in his eyes more intense, more dangerous to me than ever before.
“I want my seed in your body. Now. I’m clean. I want this with you. All of it. A baby if it’s meant to be. “
Oh my god.
“Okay,” I reply quickly. “Yes. But I’m on the pill for my period.”
“That’s fine. We can make plans down the road. I just want to feel you. All of you.”
“Yes. I want that too.”
He slips free from my body and removes the condom with a groan. Eyes locked on my tingling pussy, he strokes himself. “I’ve never wanted this with another woman.”
I nod, dashing my tongue across my bruised lower lip. “I know. I can’t wait to feel your come.”
He leans over me, braced on one hand, his other guiding the thick, dark head of his cock to my entrance. “Take me deep,” he rasps.
I shift my feet to his hips, opening as I tug him down for a kiss. “Mark me good.”
Heavens. He delivers.
Spence lifts one of my legs over his elbow, spreading me, attacking my clit with his thumb as he drive into me.
Over and over. Deep.
His breathing is loud. Growling. Groaning.
Worshiping me with praise. By the time he comes I’m jammed against the headboard, I’m singing his name, and my pussy is throbbing with another orgasm.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he roars, driving into me one more time, his whole body shuddering.
A ragged scream tears from my throat, shattering my vocal cords.
Pulse after pulse of pleasure locks my lungs, makes my legs shake around him until I’m blinded by the intensity.
“I’ve got you,” he pants, breathing hard. “You’re mine now, Liberty. Soaked in my come. Fuck, I love the way you take me.”
He doesn’t pull out, he folds me into his arms, turns me on my side and forces me to look him right in the eyes.
I’m burning up. Wrung out. Happier than I’ve ever been.
Wow.
“That was next level,” I say hoarsely. “I didn’t know I could scream like that.”
A slow smile appears. “So fucking sexy.”
My ears begin to heat as I think about how unhinged I must have looked and sounded. “I didn’t go too crazy?”
He glances down at his chest and I see…
“Oh my god! I drew blood.”
He grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles. “I’ll wear your marks every day.”
I’m squeezing my eyes shut, smiling madly, when he kisses me. “Did you see the marks I put on your neck last night?”
“What?”
He brushes the hair back from my neck. “Right there.”
“I don’t have a turtleneck.” Mortified, I prop up on an elbow and he tugs me back down.
“Good,” he murmurs. “I know it might sound juvenile, but seeing you all marked up is hot as fuck and good for my ego.”
I shake my head and he pulls me close, laughing in that warm, husky way he does.
“Like your ego needs any stroking,” I tease.
He chuckles, kissing my hand again. “Glad I was up to the job.”
“Boy, were you. I didn’t know penises could work like that.”
He’s laughing hard now, his body still wrapped around mine, his semi-erect cock still tucked inside of me. The heavy warmth makes me feel so good, I hate for it to end.
But we’re seriously messy.
He coasts a hand down to smooth around some of the come on my thigh. “Ready for another shower?”
“Will it end with us back here in bed?” I ask, loving the warm, steady light in his eyes.
“Guaranteed.”
“Then, yes.”