Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
His hand is still wrapped around mine when we step into his room. It’s massive, moody, and beautiful—floor-to-ceiling windows tinted with golden dusk, a big dark bed that looks like it could swallow me whole, and everything smells like him. Like cedar and clean skin.
He tugs the towel off his hips and drops it to the floor. My breath catches.
God, he’s beautiful.
His chest rises and falls as he looks at me—still soaking wet from the shower, hair dripping down my back, skin flushed. His cock is already hard again, thick and heavy, twitching at the tip.
I should be nervous. I should be overwhelmed. But all I feel is warm. Glowy. Safe. Desired.
His hand slips behind my neck and he kisses me—slow and deep, like he’s trying to etch this moment into his bones.
He’s achingly slow in his movements. His teeth nip my bottom lip and he tugs on it. There’s the slightest flicker of a pinch there, but he soothes it with the long, fluid movements of his tongue. I let out another satisfied moan as a smile spreads across his lips.
Heat blooms in my chest and spreads everywhere.
His mouth crashes back to mine. The next second, I’m in the air. He carries me to the bed like I weigh nothing and tosses me down gently, then climbs over me, one knee wedged between mine as he spreads my legs open.
His mouth trails lower, licking down the column of my throat, sucking at my collarbone, then moving to my tits. He palms them both, his thumbs flicking across my nipples until they’re tight and aching.
I moan and clutch at his shoulders, my pussy clenching in anticipation.
His jaw tightens as he spreads my legs wider. I can see his throat move as he lets out a long, hard breath.
“I am going to treat this pussy right, fill it up with so much cum that everyone is going to know you belong to me. You’ll never want to look at another man. You’ll be fucking addicted to me, just like I’m addicted to you.”
His dirty, possessive words swirl around in my brain as he presses the tip of his cock against my opening.
He holds there for a breath, then pushes in—slow and deliberate—stretching me open around his thick head. The pressure is sharp and overwhelming, but I take it, gasping as he inches deeper, deeper, filling me in a way nothing ever has.
It’s like my body’s been waiting for this, clenching around him, pulling him in.
I grab his neck and hold him close. I can feel every vein, every ridge, every throbbing inch inside me. My walls flutter around him, tight and greedy. I can’t think. I can’t speak. I just feel.
He starts to move—slow and deep—then picks up the tempo until he’s fucking me hard and fast. The impending release is roaring toward me like a freight train. I’m blinded by emotion. I’m basking in it.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum in this sweet little pussy,” John says. “I’m going to fill you up with my hot cum and I am never going to pull out. It’s going to be bare and raw every time.”
My mind races. My head spins.
I want that. So fucking badly.
He stills above me and presses the palm of his hand over my mound, then buries himself deep as his cock explodes. I can feel every jet of cum, hot and thick, painting my insides.
It feels like I’m being taken apart and put back together, better than I was before.
Everything peels back—the room blurring at the edges. There’s a sharp pressure behind my eyes, this raw ache of love and sensation that sends me spinning.
My pussy is packed full. There’s nowhere else for him to go. I’m stretched, swollen, aching, and so completely his.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You feel like heaven.”
I collapse, back against the bed, my whole body tingling. John drops beside me with a blissed-out look on his face. I roll toward him, press a kiss to his cheek, and start to get up, peeling away.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he laughs, grabbing my hand and tugging me back.
He scoops me into his arms and carries me toward the bathroom.
“I think you’ve already decided where I’m going.”
He has.
And I don’t think I’m ever going to leave.