Chapter Five
A few days had passed since we crossed the line and there was no going back. I still couldn’t keep my hands off her.
We moved through the house like we were the only two people left in the world, but the risk of someone noticing sat under everything we did.
That night I made her dinner, poured her wine, and listened to her tell me about every aspect of her life while she was away.
I was transfixed, hanging onto every single word that came out of her lush, beautiful, and perfect lips.
Later on, I had her on her back again, knees pushed wide, my cock sliding in and out of her cunt in long, filthy strokes.
The wet sound of it filled the room. Her hands were pinned above her head and I couldn’t stop staring at her face.
Every little change in her expression pulled me under farther.
I was under her spell and never wanted to wake.
“You feel how deep I am?” I asked, voice low.
“That’s me wanting only you. That’s knowing this is so wrong, but I can’t stop wanting and touching you.
I used to come into my hand thinking about this moment, knowing how fucking perfect you’d feel wrapped around my cock.
You’re never getting free of me. I don’t even know how to want anything else. ”
She came around me with a broken sound. I kept going, grinding against her clit until she was shaking and oversensitive, because stopping didn’t feel possible. Then I pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up to meet mine.
I gathered the wetness from her pussy, spread her open, and used my fingers and spit to lube her up.
I took the time to get her ready before notching the head of my cock against her tight hole.
Mallory pushed back into me, and I eased inside, giving her body time to adjust before sinking deeper.
Her breath caught, turning into a cry as I filled her.
I gripped her hips and gave her every inch, slower at first until her body relaxed around me.
“This is what you do to me,” I said, the words coming out rough. “You turn me into a monster… a primal fucking beast that can’t stop. And now I get to have you the way I’ve wanted since the day I realized I was never going to stop. I’m so fucking lost in you I can’t see straight.”
I reached under her and rubbed her clit while I fucked her ass.
She came again, harder this time, and I pulled out right at the edge, stroked myself fast over her lower back, and came across her skin in thick ropes.
It dripped down between her ass cheeks, and I just stared at it for a second, something lewd and obscene moving through my chest.
For a few seconds, neither of us moved. The room had gone quiet except for our breathing, still rough and uneven as the last of the adrenaline worked through us.
She stayed where she was for a moment, catching her breath, and I found myself watching her.
There was no awkwardness in the silence, no rush to fill it with words or pretend what had just happened meant less than it did.
That was the part that got to me—how natural this felt, and how easily she fit into a place in my life I’d never meant to make for her. ”
Eventually she shifted onto her side, and I moved with her, unwilling to put any real distance between us.
My hand settled low on her stomach, my thumb moving slowly back and forth.
I should have been thinking about what came next, about all the reasons this was complicated, but with her warm and pliant against me, I couldn't make myself give a shit about any of it.
I only knew I wasn’t going to let her go.
“You’re not leaving me,” I said into her hair. “Never. You live here now, with me, in my bed, taking my cock whenever I want it. You understand?”
She turned her face into my throat and nodded.
“Say it.”
“I’m never leaving. I’m yours.”
I closed my eyes and let myself believe it. The weight of how far gone I was for her settled deep in my chest and stayed there. And I fucking welcomed it.