Chapter Twenty-Nine #2
She beamed at me. “Obey me, Hayes Mitchell.”
My hands fell away from her, and I reluctantly said, “Yes, ma’am.”
Her lips touched mine then, hovering there. She gave me a truth that sent my heart into a spiral. “I need to fuck my man.”
A ragged breath left me. Every inch of my body was tight with want. “Fuck him then, baby.”
She slammed down onto my cock, filling herself with me, and for the next few minutes, we were lost in each other.
Her forehead was against mine, our mouths inches away from one another, her body working mine as she chased her pleasure.
My hands were balled into fists at my sides, aching to grab on, to take control, but she needed this.
And I let her have it.
Her walls fluttered, her climax close, and she tossed her head back, gasping. My eyes dropped to her tits, my mouth watering. Her fingers twitched at my neck as the tip of my cock slammed up against her womb over and over.
“That’s it,” I praised gruffly between her breathless moans. Her skin was shining now, the hair at the top of her head frizzy from our heat.
Her thighs began to tremble around me, her movements slowing. “Hayes, I—” Her words were cut off with a sharp gasp for air.
“Give me control,” I begged, chest heaving.
She’d stopped completely, my cock buried inside her wet, addicting cunt, her walls clenching around me.
Her eyes met mine and she removed her hand from my neck, bringing it to her clit.
I watched, hungry and ready to plead for mercy, as she circled her clit with two fingers, her long black nails shining against her pink flesh.
My balls tightened. “Fucking Christ,” I bit off.
“Do you like this?” she taunted.
My eyes snapped up to hers. “I want to handcuff you to my fucking bed.” My nostrils flared, the scent of sex thick in the air. “Want you there, wet and waiting for my cock, every day. That’s what I would like.”
She wiggled her hips. “So this does nothing for you?” she asked, still playing with her clit. Her breath hitched on the last word, and I knew she was close. When I didn’t answer, she added, “You can’t leave me chained to your bed, Superman. I have goals to reach.”
I leaned up, touching the tip of my tongue to her perked nipple. “As do I.”
“Put your hands on me,” she rasped.
My hands went to her waist, my fingers spread wide, and I took the bud into my mouth, sucking deep.
I leaned back, bringing her with me. She braced her hands on the back of the couch and adjusted her hips, and I lost it.
I pounded into her, savoring her cries and whimpers as I alternated between her breasts, getting my fill.
She came for me, and when she was done, I banded my arms around her, holding her captive, buried my face into her neck, and fucked.
Our skin slapped together. She moaned for me. I moaned for her. Both of us lost.
“You’re under my skin,” I pushed out harshly.
My balls tightened, heat gathering at the base of my spine. She clamped around me, coming again. Her back bowed, but I didn’t let her go far, needing her against me for this. “Y-you love it,” she rasped as I licked the shell of her ear.
Fuck, this woman.
I buried myself to the hilt and moaned her name as I filled her.
After a few moments, my arms loosened, but she’d already collapsed against me, breathing hard.
Idly, my fingers stroked up and down her spine as I stared up at the ceiling.
My heart pounded against the wall of my chest, and I knew she could feel it.
Just like I could feel hers. We were in sync now, and there was no going back.
“Look at me,” I whispered, tipping my chin down to her. When she gave me her eyes, I gave her everything I had. All I could give her. “I love you.”
She blinked, her lips parting in shock.
It had been nearly two months since I demanded her to tell me how she felt about me.
Back then, I wanted to take something I wasn’t willing to give back.
During our time together, as we navigated our lives, settled into our roles, I found myself falling deeper.
Somewhere along the way, I gave in and stopped swimming for the surface.
Bringing my hand to her face, I swiped away a tear. “I love you, Margo Bennett.”
She shot up then, her hands on my chest, her damp hair falling all around us. “Don’t fuck with me,” she warned. “Not about this.”
“Never about this,” I promised.
“Because you ate all my chocolate cereal last week after saying there was still enough for both of us,” she went on.
I blinked. “What?”
She pushed her hand through her hair, tossing it over her shoulder. “Cereal is sacred.”
“Margo—”
“You can’t eat all my cereal if you love me,” she blurted.
My lips twitched and my hand went to her hip. “Is that right?”
She nodded, chest heaving. “So if you love me—really and truly—Hayes Mitchell, then you have to honor the cereal code.”
I looked up to the ceiling. “I tell the woman I love her, and she sets a cereal boundary,” I mumbled, scrubbing a hand down my face.
“I’m nervous,” she rushed out. “I didn’t expect you to tell me you loved me today.”
I righted my head, chuckling. “My apologies for not fitting into your schedule.”
She looked away from me, focusing on the rain hitting the windows.
I reached over to the other side of the couch, nabbed the purple throw she’d brought over a few weeks ago, and wrapped it around her.
“Remember how I said we have to let go of the lies we lived if this is going to work?” she asked, her voice distant.
“Yes,” I answered, my cock still inside her.
It took a few minutes, but when she finally looked at me again, an admission fell off her tongue, igniting my soul. “I’ve never been in love before,” she whispered.
I stiffened.
She felt it and let out a deep breath. “I never loved Gordon. What he and I had…it was toxic. Love isn’t supposed to be like that.”
I shook my head. “No, it’s not.”
Her nail found the center of my chest. “I love you,” she declared. “I want to spend my life with you.”
A wide smile found my face. “I’m sensing a ‘but.’”
“You can’t eat all of my cereal, Hayes.”
“Yes, I can.”
“No, you cannot.”
“Temper, my cock is still inside you, I just told you I loved you, and you wanna talk about cereal.”
“And I said I loved you too,” she shot back, eyes glimmering with that damn attitude of hers.
I stared at her for a moment before clicking my tongue. “Yeah, I gotta fuck you again.”
“What?”
When I didn’t answer and stood up. She yelped and scrambled to wrap her limbs around me. I turned and walked back into the bedroom. “Gonna fuck you into the mattress,” I growled, slapping her ass. “Not gonna stop until you tell me you love me as you come all over my dick.”
Her mouth was on my neck then, nibbling and sucking, her tits pressed against me. “Yes, baby,” she purred.
We didn’t come up for air until after midnight.
And the next day, the last thing I expected was for everything to go to shit.