Chapter 60
Perfect Fit
Rhys
As I stare down at this beautiful goddess of a woman, one thought keeps circling my mind: I can’t believe she’s mine.
Throughout our journey together, she’s been strong, brave and empathetic. Sure, she’s also been a brat and a pain in my ass, but I wouldn’t change a thing about her. No, she’s not perfect, but she’s perfect for me. For us.
And I’m one of the lucky fuckers who gets to call her mine.
And now I get to make her mine.
Theo pats me on the back and murmurs that he’s going to let us have some alone time before helping a wrecked-looking Alex to his feet. The two of them bend down and kiss Ollie.
“Have fun, baby,” Theo teases with a wink. “I expect to hear you screaming his name.”
Alex huffs and shakes his head, but there’s a fond smile on his face. He’s truly settled into this whole sharing thing, something I never thought would happen.
Ollie’s cheeks flush as she watches the two of them disappear out of the room. I wait until the door shuts behind them before proceeding, grateful that I have such understanding friends.
“Colour, princess.” I whip off my T-shirt and start unbuckling my trousers.
She watches me with heated eyes and licks her lips, her gaze almost a physical caress against my body. No other woman in my life has made me feel as desired as this woman does, even with the scars running across my flesh. It’s something I never thought I’d have after the IED explosion.
“Green,” Ollie says in a breathy voice, slight desperation in her tone.
A smirk spreads across my lips. Poor thing is probably dying to come. Too bad. She should have thought about that before she started acting like a brat. I’m a twisted bastard, so all this does is turn me on more. Never thought I’d be a brat tamer, but here we are.
My hard, throbbing cock springs free as I shove my trousers and boxers down my legs and kick them away from me until I stand in front of the bed, naked.
My hand drops to wrap around my length, and I bite back a groan at how sensitive the flesh is as I stroke myself a few times.
All the while my stare is locked on Ollie’s weeping cunt.
“Good. I’m going to fuck this tight pussy and edge you once more. If you beg well enough, I might let you come after that. Understand, princess?” I drag my eyes up to meet hers, barely swallowing a chuckle at the pout pursing her lips.
“I still have to beg?” she complains, trying and failing to hide how much that turns her on as more wetness seeps from her core and her voice grows huskier.
“You do, and if you don’t do a good enough job, then you might not come at all.
” The threat is empty, but she doesn’t need to know that.
I may be a bastard, but I’m not that big a one that I’ll leave her wet and wanting.
She’ll get her orgasm before the end of the session. It just might take a while.
“You’re mean,” she huffs.
I climb onto the bed, grab her legs and shove them up until her knees touch her tits. “You like me mean.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she’s smart enough not to argue back or lie to me. Apparently, the edging session at the outdoor shop was enough to show her I won’t tolerate lying.
At least the brat can learn.
I slide forward until my thighs press against her ass, my cock lying across her hot, wet centre. All resistance melts from Ollie’s expression, replaced with a smouldering heat that has emerald flames blazing in her eyes. Her lips part, her breaths grow laboured as she stares down at my dick.
“Please, sir,” she says.
My smirk widens. “Please, what?” I push forward, sliding my hardness between her pussy lips and against her clit.
Her eyes roll and she moans as her hips and legs jerk against my hold. “Please fuck me, sir.”
I bite back a groan, her words sending tingles of pleasure down my spine and to my balls. Fuck. She sounds so pretty when she’s being a good girl for me. Just as good as when she’s sassing me back.
“Since you asked so nicely…” I release her legs, grab her hands and place them behind her knees where I was holding her before. “Hold your legs and keep them there until I say so. You let go and that’s another edged orgasm.”
At my threat, she snaps her knees against her and tightens her hands, fingers dimpling into her flesh. Her eyes are wide as she watches me lean back, grab my throbbing cock and press the head against her entrance. A roll of my hips has me slipping inside.
Fuuuck.
She feels like heaven. Hot, wet and so soft. I slide in easily, her pussy walls welcoming my hard length since I’m not as big as Alex’s monster cock.
“Look how well this cunt takes me,” I growl as I watch myself disappear to the hilt inside her. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”
She moans softly and her pussy clenches around me at the praise.
Yeah, it won’t take much to get her right to the edge.
Thank fuck because I’m not sure how long I’ll last. She feels too good, even more when I slide out only to thrust back in, relishing in the sensation of her wet heat enveloping my cock.
Her moans and whimpers only add to my arousal, playing havoc with my control.
Reaching down, I press two fingers against her swollen clit and circle it. The effect is immediate.
She cries out, her hips stuttering against me as her back arches. Her fingers dig into the back of her knees, fingernails dangerously close to cutting into her skin. Her pussy clenches hard around me, like it’s trying to suck the length of my cock inside her as she barrels closer to her release.
“Rhys, please,” she gasps with pleading eyes. I can practically taste her desperation as she whimpers and begs.
It’s so perfect that I’m almost tempted to let her come. Almost.
I wait until I hear her breath catch and feel her body tense beneath me—an indicator that she's right on the cusp—before ripping my hand away from her clit and shoving myself backwards.
My cock slips from her pussy and she whines at the loss of the sensation, her empty cunt desperately clenching on nothing as she writhes on the bed.
I half-expect her to let go of her legs, but like the good girl she is, she keeps them pressed against her chest even as she whimpers.
It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
And then the begging starts.
“P-please, sir, please! I need to come. Please let me come. I need it. Please.” Her emerald eyes are wide and desperate, tears shimmering in her lashes.
It’s a good thing my cock isn’t inside her because there’s no way I could have stopped myself from blowing my load when she begs so prettily. Desperation is a good look on her.
Shifting back until my length brushes against her aching core, I lean over her to kiss the tears from the corner of her eyes. “You’ve been so good for me, princess,” I croon, allowing myself this tender moment between us. We both deserve it. “So perfect. All mine.”
Her eyes flutter and her breath catches. “All yours.”
A wide smile stretches across my face as satisfaction thrums through me at her declaration. I’m so fucking gone for this woman it’s not even funny. “Alright, princess. You can come next time.”
Her body melts with relief, but I don’t give her a chance to fully relax.
I slam my entire length inside her, eliciting a sharp cry from her lips as her pussy spasms around me.
Reaching down, I use those two fingers to circle her clit, and her breathing grows ragged as I fuck her mercilessly.
It doesn’t take long before she's teetering on that edge again, her body tensing and her breath hitching.
She eyes me with a wary, almost terrified expression. Like she’s expecting me to withdraw and deny her again.
“Come for me,” I demand, keeping the same rhythm and pressure.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck! Rhys!” she shouts a second before she detonates.
I groan as her pussy clenches so hard around my cock that it’s almost impossible to move, but I don’t stop fucking her.
I keep thrusting as much as her tight cunt will allow, all while rubbing her clit to extend her orgasm.
She practically levitates off the bed, sobbing and whining as her climax goes on and on.
Watching her come is an experience I’ll never get tired of. It takes every scrap of my control to not follow her over the edge, even as my balls tighten and my spine tingles from my impending release.
With one last shuddering whimper, Ollie collapses onto the bed, still holding onto her legs like the perfect girl she is.
Her skin is flushed and her eyes are heavy-lidded from the force of her orgasm.
I pull my hand away from her clit and lean down to capture her mouth in an intense kiss, unable to resist the siren call of her pink, swollen lips.
She sighs into my mouth and relaxes, becoming pliant and soft.
“Colour?” I ask against her mouth, unable to pull myself that far away from her.
“Green,” she answers, sounding dreamy and content.
“Good girl. I’m not done with you yet.” Not by a long shot.
I shift, moving closer until my thighs press against her ass and plant a hand on the bed next to her head. She shudders beneath me, her pussy fluttering around my cock as the movement jostles it inside her. “Let go of your legs and wrap them around me.”
Ollie does as she’s told and wraps her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, with no hint of the brattiness from before. It’s sweet how compliant she becomes when she reaches subspace.
Once I’m positioned how I want, I roll my hips, feeling my cock glide against her sensitive walls. She groans against my lips, her pupils so blown that they’re practically black as she grabs my shoulders and digs her fingernails into my flesh.
So fucking beautiful.
I can’t help but stare at her as I fuck her slowly into the mattress. The edge from earlier is gone, replaced with something softer, sweeter. I want this amazing woman to know how I feel about her. How much I adore her.