Chapter 12 #2
“Yes! Yes, Micah! Please—” Her voice broke. “Please. I need it—Oh yes, Micah! Yes!”
“Do it,” I growled, my voice dark and filthy, every thrust harder, deeper, rougher. “Come all over my cock. Show me how much you fucking love when I own this beautiful body.”
Rylin’s inner muscles rippled, and a beat later, she broke.
“There it is, baby. That’s it. Let me see you come.”
Her whole body arched, her mouth falling open on a scream as her pussy clamped down around me like a fucking vise again, soaking me in a flood of slick heat as she came harder than I’d ever felt her come before, gushing her arousal all over me for the second time.
“You were made for this cock, baby. Made for me to stretch you, fill you, fucking break you.”
Her thighs shook, and finally, her arms collapsed beneath her as she slumped forward, twitching and gasping while the orgasm went on and on.
But I didn’t stop. For some reason, I couldn’t. Her climax only made my hunger stronger. Something inside me had taken over, like an animal intent on breeding its mate.
Well, shit. All of a sudden, I pictured the many, many times I’d taken Rylin and…I couldn’t remember using a condom, even one damn time.
But instead of making me freak and pull out, I gripped her hips and fucked her through it—merciless now—rutting wildly, my fat cock probably stretching her to the limits. She was gonna be so damn sore tomorrow, but even that didn’t ease the driving desire pulsing through me now.
“Not done,” I rasped. “Not fucking done with you yet.”
Not until I’d knocked her the fuck up.
I didn’t even wait for her to recover.
Still buried deep, still rock fucking hard, I grabbed her waist and pulled her off my cock with a wet, needy slide. She gasped at the sudden emptiness, but before she could protest, I flipped her over onto her back and climbed over her.
Her hair was a halo across the pillow, her lips kiss-swollen and pupils blown wide. Her chest rose and fell fast as I gripped both her wrists and pinned them above her head with one big hand.
“Keep them there.”
Her breath hitched, and she nodded, her chest arching as I dragged the head of my cock over her swollen entrance while I gave a quick, hard suck to each other's nipples. Then I licked my lips and watched her twitch, her hips rising toward me on instinct.
“I can’t slow down, baby,” I warned, voice rough as gravel. “You’re getting every fucking inch.”
Then I slammed into her, and she arched off the bed with a broken scream, her hands straining where I’d pinned them.
I didn’t let up. I didn’t give her a chance to adjust. I fucked her hard—deep, driving thrusts that shook the bed and echoed off the walls.
The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room.
Her back bowed off the mattress every time I bottomed out.
“Micah!” she screamed. “Oh yes! Yes!”
“Fuck, baby. You feel incredible. Tight, hot, perfect. Made for me.” I dropped my mouth to her neck, biting down on her pulse. “You’re mine. Say it.”
I couldn’t hear it enough.
“Yes—yes,” she gasped. “Yours, Micah.”
“Damn right.”
I pulled out and sat back on my heels, grabbing her ankles and lifting them into the air. Her thighs parted automatically, and I spread them wide—opening her into a perfect V, her slick center exposed and swollen, dripping down onto the sheets.
“Open wider for me,” I ordered, my voice thick with hunger. “I want to see exactly how deep I can get.”
She moaned, her legs straining as I pushed them farther apart, then slammed back into her so hard she cried out.
My grip stayed tight on her ankles, keeping her wide open as I drove in deep and punishing.
Her body was so fucking responsive—gripping me like she never wanted to let go.
Soaking me with every filthy, perfect stroke.
I was so deep I felt the head of my cock hitting her cervix with every pump of my hips.
“You hear that?” I rasped, watching my cock disappear into her slick, flushed pussy, filling the room with the slap of our sweat-soaked skin. “That’s the sound of you giving me everything. And I’m taking it, baby. All of it.”
Her whole body writhed under me, eyes glazed with lust, her mouth falling open on a cry that made my balls draw up tight.
“You’re gonna come again,” I promised, fucking her harder and faster.
“You’re gonna come with me buried so deep you’ll feel me for days.
Every fucking step, every breath, every time you sit down…
you’ll think about who owns this pussy, these sexy tits, that pretty little ass. You’ll know you’re mine.”
I shifted my grip, dragging her legs over my shoulders and folding her hips higher, changing the angle just enough to hit even deeper. “I’m gonna fill you so full, you’ll be dripping with my come.”
Her whole body jerked, and she screamed my name. “Micah, oh!”
“That’s it,” I growled. “Give it to me. Let me fucking have it.”
I dropped forward, pinning her under my weight, grinding into her with rough, pounding thrusts. My mouth found hers, swallowing her moans as I rutted deep—claiming her, breeding her.
“Won’t let you go,” I breathed against her lips. “Ever. I fucking need you like air, Rylin. Can’t live without you.”
She shattered beneath me—her body clamping tightly around my cock, arms flying up to cling to my back as she came with a scream that tore out of her throat like a war cry. I drove through it, not slowing, until the pressure finally detonated in my spine.
I buried myself to the hilt and roared her name as I came, harder than I ever had in my life.
Hot jets of come flooded her tight little pussy, filling her so deep she sobbed into my mouth.
My entire body went rigid, every muscle drawn tight, and my heart slamming in my chest as wave after brutal wave tore through me until I nearly passed the hell out.
When my vision returned, and my breathing began to regulate, I collapsed on top of her, still half-hard inside her.
“Rylin, baby?” I panted as I rolled to my back, taking her with me.
“Hmmm?” she mumbled, soft and slurred, sprawled out over my chest like a limp noodle.
The sound made me chuckle, something deep in me easing.
I didn’t pull out. Couldn’t. Not yet.
I wrapped both arms around her waist and pressed her tighter to me, one hand sliding up her spine until it settled in her sweat-damp hair. Her scent wrapped around me—something I knew was going to tantalize me for the rest of my life.
Her legs were tangled with mine, naked tits pressed against my chest, and her skin still trembled in little aftershocks.
“I’m yours, too.”
Rylin sighed, and her contentment was almost palpable.
“Good,” she whispered after a second, the sound coming out on a bit of a wheeze, as though it took monumental effort for her to talk.
I kissed her temple and murmured. “I want this every fucking day, Rylin. Every night.”
She made a sound that I figured was an agreement.
I grinned, cocky and smug. “I figured.”
Her fingers curled into my sides, her nails dragging lightly down my ribs. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind me she was still conscious. And still had the sass that I loved, even if it drove me up a wall sometimes.
I stroked my hand through her hair, rubbing slow circles against her scalp. My other arm locked around her lower back, pulling her even closer, and she melted into me without a fight, her cheek resting right over my heart as she belonged there. And fuck if she didn’t.
We lay there like that for a while—sweaty, breathless, and wrecked. I didn’t give a shit about the sheets, the time, or anything outside the four corners of that room. The world could’ve burned down around us, and I wouldn’t have moved.
I kissed her again. Jaw. Cheek. Hairline.
Her breathing evened out, and I lay there for a bit, just soaking up the feel of her body against mine.
“Don’t run from me again, baby,” I whispered, my voice scraped raw, arms tightening just a fraction. “You’re mine. And I’m keeping you.”
Before I fell asleep, the words tumbled out of my mouth like they just couldn’t be caged any longer. “I love you, Rylin.”
I knew she didn’t hear them, but having them out there, in the universe, loosened a knot in my chest.