Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
CHELSEA
“Don’t ever let a man dictate your life.
If he says he’s going to do something, and he doesn’t, leave!
If he says he’ll be somewhere and doesn’t show, leave!
Get away right then and there. Because if he does it once, he’ll always do it.
Trust me, Chelsea, it’s a pattern, and leopards don’t change their spots.
A man will beg you to be there for them but at the drop of a hat, they’ll leave you and won’t think twice about it. ”
“I choose you. I choose our son. I choose us.” I speak the words I should have said out loud two years ago.
I choose me. I’m thankful for the second chance that is standing in front of me, when I don’t deserve it.
I’m thankful I get the chance now to voice my wants.
I’ve let my past dictate my future for far too long.
I’ve almost lost out on a love that is true and real because I was blinded by what my father did to me and what my mother said to me.
My father wasn’t a father at all. He was a selfish man, who took the good life he had for granted.
He took the good wife he had for granted and never enjoyed the time with his daughters.
He caused heartache for Adley and I, and that heartache bled into our own relationships.
He turned my mother jaded and she lost out on loving someone, as well.
Love is not always blood. Love is the one holding the door for you because your arms are full, the one who leaves the stove light on at night because they know you always need to get up for a glass of water. Love is waiting out the bad decisions knowing the good will eventually shine through.
Love is what Adam and I found at twenty years old.
People will tell you at that age you don’t know what love is.
They will tell you there is not enough life experience to understand what it means to be committed.
But what we found at twenty far surpassed anything my mother found at age thirty, or forty.
It surpassed anything I was taught as a young girl.
What we have now is dedication. Commitment.
It’s eyes wide open, head out of our asses, love.
And the only thing I am sorry for is how long it took me to get here.
The missing time between Adam and I being the only consequence, because Dominic is still young enough to see both parents in love with him and each other.
He stalks closer to me, those eyes of his literally glowing.
“I’m so glad you see it my way.” Without a second to waste, he’s on me, hands on my waist and he’s invading my mouth.
This is not a sweet loving kiss. This is a claiming, a declaration that I am his and I am not going to leave him again.
His hands tighten on my waist, to the point of bruising but I don’t care.
I need to feel him. I need him to get rough and use me for what he needs.
To make me truly feel that he needs and chooses me.
“We’ve lost a lot of time and I’m going to make up for it, starting tonight. I won’t ever let you forget what you do to me, or how I make you feel. Remember that, Chelsea. No one touches you like I do. No one makes you feel like I do. No one makes you come as hard as I do.”
His words send shivers down my spine. He’s right. No one has ever turned me on like Adam does. It’s like he’s a part of me, knowing what I want, what I need before I do.
His alpha attitude has always turned me on, but if you were to ask me if I wanted to be dominated?
If I wanted to submit to a boyfriend, I’d tell you hell no.
That was not me, especially after seeing the way my father treated us.
Being submissive to someone who didn’t give a shit about me was not in my nature.
But Adam? He knew how to take it to the next level and leave me wanting more and more of him.
“You owe me, Peaches. I spent two years jerking off to the thought of you.” He licks his lips and leans in. “How are you going to repay me?”
His hot breath on my neck makes it hard to think. I know what he wants though, what he’s not so quietly asking for. I drop to my knees in front of him, his pupils dilating as he looks down on me.
“Fuck yes, I’ve missed you on your knees, love. Tell me what you’re going to do.”
While kneeling, I slowly walk my hands up his legs, slide up his thighs and make my way to the button on his jeans, eyeing him as I pop it open and drag his zipper down.
His ice blue eyes turn dark. His hands are clenched.
He’s fighting to give up control. Not to say he isn’t in control, though, he absolutely is.
But he wants me to think I am doing this on my own. He’s letting me undress him.
I pull his jeans down, then roll the tops of his boxers down, as well. “I’m going to taste you, lick you, suck you down my throat. I’m going to let you fuck my mouth and make you come so hard you never forget where you belong.”
God, this man. I’ve never talked this way, never imagined I could get those words out, until I was with him. He made me feel and do things that I never knew I wanted. Needed.
I lean in for a lick, starting at the base and making my way to his tip. His breath escapes him and his hips punch forward slightly. I look up, under my lashes, raising a brow as he watches. I kiss then swirl his head around my lips, grasping his shaft.
“Mmm, that’s a good girl.”
His praise lights me up and I take him fully down my throat. I pump a few times then bring him back out slowly, sucking so hard on his tip that his legs nearly give out. I do this a few more times and I feel him shaking. He’s ready to go, and I just want to let him blow.
I pop my mouth off and look up at him with the heat I’m feeling. “Fuck my mouth, Adam. I know you want to.”
He cups my chin, his tip dangling from my lips and, with his other hand, grabs for my hair.
He knots it into his fist and slides back inside my mouth.
His head falls back, and he moans, deep and low.
“I love your mouth and tongue, Peaches. Suck me harder as I pull out.” I do as I’m told, and his moves become erratic.
“I’ve missed you. You know just how I like it.
” He moves frantically, chasing his release.
I open up, relax my throat and let him go for it.
I want to make him feel good. I want him to use me, to forget all about the past and see me now.
I’m right here. I’m not leaving you ever again.
His pace is fast, and with a few deep thrusts later, he’s spilling down my throat, his baritone groans causing my pussy to spasm in anticipation of him being inside me. He pulls out, the rest leaking onto my lips and chin. He watches me as I let him do it, taking it in, my eyes locked on his.
“Such a fucking good girl, Chelsea.” I swipe my tongue along my lips and wait. I won’t move until he tells me to, and he knows it. He loves this control and I love giving it over to him. I don’t have to think here, he commands, and I listen.
He takes a step back, removing his jeans that pooled around his ankles, and pulling his shirt from his back.
He reaches out a hand to me, pulling me from the floor, leading me to the couch.
He turns me quickly, my back to his front and I feel him push against my ass, his cock hardening again as we move.
He leans in and nips at my ear, continuing down and biting at the skin along my hairline.
His hands are pawing at my thighs, and I peel off my shorts.
In one swoop, he has my shirt over my head and on the floor.
I feel him step back from me, his heat leaving me cold and wanting more.
“This ass.” He runs his hands over me, squeezing and kneading. “Do you know what you do to me? How hard you get me?” He punches his hips into my ass, grinding on me. “Feel that? You get me like that. Only. You.”
He’s pulling on the strings of my thong, teasing me, before he moves to my bra, sliding my straps down my arm.
His body covers my back as his arms wrap around and grab me, pulling at my nipples almost to the point of pain.
He’s kissing my neck, my spine, and then he pushes me down over the arm of the couch, and I feel him slide down to the floor behind me, taking my thong with him.
And in one long lick, he’s tasted me from clit to ass.
“Adam!”
“Yes, love, scream my name. I’m the only one who does this to you. I’m the only one that ever will.” He licks through me again, and then settles on my clit, sucking me from behind, pushing me down face first into the couch cushion. I’m pressing back on him and he’s gripping my thighs tight.
“Fuck, you’re as sweet as I remember.” I shudder. “Fuck my face, Peaches, I’ve missed your pussy rubbing all over me.”
I feel myself gush at his filthy words. He slides a finger into my ass, and I gasp at the intrusion. It’s been so long since I’ve felt him there. I press back again as he licks and sucks. Then, he bites, and I’m undone. His finger, his tongue, it’s too much and I come apart.
“Adam!” I yell. “Oh, god!”
He keeps devouring me, and it’s too much. I feel too much, and I slump over the arm of the couch, limp until he lets me go. I’m breathing heavy, my eyes closed until I feel him swipe the hair from my face. I open my eyes and see his icy blues staring back at me.
“You’re not done yet. You’re going to give me at least two more.”
I let out a moan and he spanks my ass as he stands, pulling me with him. “I can’t. Adam, please.”
“You can. You will.” As I stand limply, he sweeps me off my feet, cradling me to his chest and walks me to my room. “I told you we had two years to make up for. We’re just getting started, Peaches.”