Chapter 11 Clay
CLAY
I watch in awe as this sweet angel rides me hard. Her hair is tossed back over her shoulders, cheeks pink, eyes molten as she takes every inch of my cock. Her tits bounce as she moves, fingers digging into my chest like I’m driving her wild.
That’s my girl.
“Look at you,” I tell her, thrusting my cock up into her tight pussy. “Fuck, you look like a goddess taking my dick like that, sugar.”
She mewls with pleasure at my words, biting her lip hard. I love seeing her like this—out of control, wild with need. I buck my hips faster, pounding her, savoring the strangled cry that escapes her throat. My gaze slides down to the place where our bodies meet, and I groan at the sight.
“Fuck, Savannah…”
My cock looks huge inside her tiny pussy. Every inch disappears as she takes it greedily, her tight pink hole stretched open, coating my shaft in cream. It’s so fucking hot.
“Oh, Clay,” she whimpers. “Clay, yes!”
I feel her slick walls fluttering around me, her movements turning frantic.
“Fuck, baby, you gonna come for me?”
She nods, her face scrunching up. “I’m so close.”
“Me too.”
I’ve been fighting back my orgasm, desperate to make Savannah come first. But as her moans get louder, the harder it is to hold back.
“You sound so fucking sweet,” I groan. “I love hearing you feel good.”
My jaw is clenched, muscles coiled like springs. I need to hold on, but my thrusts are turning rough and jerky, instinct taking over as my balls tighten. The tension threatens to overflow any second.
“It’s over, sugar,” I growl, clinging to my last scraps of control. “Your little pussy wants to come. You can’t stop it.”
“Oh, Clay…”
She cuts off with a gasp as I spank her ass cheek.
“Come on your man’s cock, sugar. Show me what a good girl you are.”
Savannah does as she’s told just in time. She comes undone with a shuddery scream, and the sound of her pleasure makes my cock explode. A feral groan rips from my throat as I fill my girl up, spurting hot streams of cum deep inside her.
“Fuck yes, baby. Take my cum.”
My cock keeps pulsing as I watch Savannah. Her skin is flushed and slick with sweat as she rides out her orgasm, chasing every last wave of pleasure. She’s milking me dry, panting hard.
I can’t believe she’s real.
This still feels like some crazy dream I never want to wake up from. How did a miserable old grump like me end up lying beneath this angel, cock buried inside her, getting to watch her quiver through the aftershocks of her orgasm…
I must be the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on the planet.
With a groan, Savannah collapses on top of me, finally spent. Her body is soft and warm, her breasts pressing against my chest. We’re still breathing hard, slowly coming back to ourselves as we lie in the damp tangle of sheets.
“You were amazing, buttercup,” I murmur.
She nuzzles against my chest. “So were you, Clay.”
I told myself I’d try to resist her, but I always knew it would be impossible. There was no way I was ever coming out of this unscathed. Hell, I couldn’t even last one day.
I tighten my arms around Savannah, pressing a kiss on her head. Holding her like this feels so fucking right. She’s curled up against me—naked and vulnerable—trusting me with every inch of her body.
My beautiful girl.
Mine.
I thought I felt possessive of her before, but that was nothing compared to how I feel now she’s in my arms. Nobody can touch Savannah; nobody can take her from me. I’d kill for this angel, and God help anyone who forgets it, ‘cause I don’t need two legs to bury a man on this mountain.
“You okay, sugar?” I ask as she lets out a deep sigh, her breath fanning my chest.
“Better than okay.”
She lifts her head to smile at me, melting my heart to butter.
Those pretty brown eyes are warm and satisfied, her fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on my skin, like she hasn’t even realized she’s doing it.
Her touch sends a fresh wave of heat through my veins.
My cock is still inside her, hardening again, and I savor her sharp inhale as I shift beneath her.
“You didn’t really think we were finished yet, did you, sugar?”
She shivers as I press feathery kisses up her neck, my hands dropping to her ass. I move slowly this time as I slide Savannah up and down my cock, our mouths meeting in a long, passionate kiss. We grind together, hearts beating in time until she comes with a sob against my lips.
But I don’t stop.
I’m not done with this angel—not even close.
I want to spoil her, take my time with her gorgeous curves, and worship her body until she can’t breathe.
It’s not enough to tell her she’s mine; I want her to feel it in her bones as she screams my name.
I want her to believe it with every fiber of her being.
And I’m not letting her leave this bed until she does.
Sunlight streams through the curtains when I wake up the next morning.
My limbs feel like lead—heavy and sated—and I blink up at the ceiling for a few moments, rubbing sleep from my eyes.
Last night comes back to me in a rush: kissing Savannah at the party, bringing her home, watching her ride me.
After we fell into my bed together yesterday afternoon, we hardly left it again.
The memories make my heart stutter as I turn my head to look at Savannah.
She’s still fast asleep, her chocolate hair splayed over the pillow, lips parted as she breathes deeply.
Her thick lashes flutter, a low moan escaping her throat as she shifts beneath the covers. I stare at her for a long time.
Fuck, she’s so beautiful.
It feels like I can’t get enough air into my lungs as I loop my arms around her, pulling her against my chest. She doesn’t stir, and I hold her close, my throat tight with fear.
I’m man enough to admit when I’m scared—and right now, I’m fucking terrified by the strength of my feelings for Savannah. It’s suffocating. All-consuming.
This was never meant to happen.
I always promised I’d never be the kind of sucker who fell for someone—never end up like Thorne, or any of those military guys who got their hearts broken and their lives devastated by divorce.
I’ve kept my heart untouched all this time, and hell, it was easy.
I was never even tempted until this curvy little beauty hit me with her car and changed my world forever.
It feels like a knife has sliced through my life, cutting it cleanly into two parts: before I met Savannah, and after.
There’s no going back now. My heart is completely exposed.
Undefended. For the first time ever, I’ve ceded all control.
Savannah could shatter me with a single word if she wanted—tear my insides out and wreck me forever.
The thought claws at my chest as I squeeze Savannah tight, pressing a kiss on her head.
“You’re worth it, buttercup,” I murmur against her ear. “I’m fucking terrified, but you’ll always be worth it.”
I hold her in my arms until she finally wakes up, her eyes fluttering open. They roam the room, still unfocused from sleep. Then she meets my gaze and gives me a smile that cracks my chest open like a split log.
“Good morning,” she mumbles sleepily.
“Morning, beautiful.”
I kiss her, breathing in her sweet morning smell as I curl my fingers through her hair.
Fuck, I could get used to this—waking up beside this angel.
She pulls back to look at me, and her smile drops.
“What happens now?” she asks hesitantly.
I frown at her. “What do you mean, sugar?”
“We said one day…and now tomorrow’s here. Does that mean it’s over?”
My gut twists as I look at her. “Do you want it to be over, Savannah?”
We stare at each other, the air taut, my heart racing as I wait for her answer—readying myself for the blow I’ve been dreading.
“No.” Her voice is barely a whisper. “I don’t want this to be over.” Her eyes well up, glimmering with unshed tears. “I’ve been waiting for this my whole life, Clay…waiting to find my person.”
Fierce emotion rushes through me as I cup her cheek. “You found him, buttercup. I know I’m just a grumpy old man with one leg, but I’m all yours—for real and forever. I promise.”
“For real and forever,” she repeats, smiling against my lips as I lean in to kiss her. It’s a long, lingering kiss, full of passion and promises, and Savannah beams at me when I pull away.
“I guess this means we can stop pretending,” she says.
“I wasn’t pretending. Not for a minute. It was always real for me, buttercup; I knew you were mine from the moment we met.”
Savannah pinkens with delight. “Me too, Clay. I could feel it.”
“Now I get to tell everyone you’re mine for real.”
She giggles as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her flush against my naked chest. Her curves melt against me, warm and plump, and I hold her so tight I can feel her heartbeat pulsing through me.
“My sweet girl,” I murmur.
This woman is my whole life. My only purpose. Nothing else matters except putting a ring on her finger and getting to call her my wife. I’ll take care of her, worship her body every day, put a baby in her belly. We’ll start a family and make this cabin our home.
The fantasy unspools in my mind like a gushing waterfall, and I can’t help smiling.
Before Savannah, all of this sounded like a nightmare: love, marriage, babies.
I thought it was a trap, a one-way trip to heartbreak and misery, and I felt so damn clever for avoiding it all—so much smarter than all the suckers out there who give their hearts away like it’s nothing.
But I was wrong.
I didn’t know what I was missing until I laid eyes on this perfect angel. Now, I could never go back to life without her. Meeting her is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I know our story is only just beginning.
“Want to know something, sugar?” I say, my voice hoarse with emotion.
Savannah lifts her head, eyes twinkling at me. “What?”
“I’m so fucking happy you hit me with your car.”