Chapter 43
Standing at the top of the stairs, my heart pounds in my chest as Chris’s fingers trace the line of my jaw.
His touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine and igniting a fire within me.
“I love you, baby,” he whispers, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my entire being.
“Remember that in case I don’t fuck you like I do. ”
Before I can respond, his lips crash against mine in a passionate, all-consuming kiss.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, dancing with mine and claiming in a way that leaves me breathless.
I gasp, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his hands tangling in my hair as he pulls me even closer.
With his lips never leaving mine and his hands roaming roughly over my body, Chris leads me backward into the bedroom.
He breaks our embrace as I struggle to catch my breath, as he hastily gathers the long fabric of my dress into his fists.
After quickly pulling it over my head, his eyes rake hungrily down my body as the fabric pools into a pile beside my feet.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he gravelly whispers, and he undoes the top few buttons of his dress shirt. His movements are hurried and desperate as he struggles to remove his clothes. My breath hitches when he grips the collar at the nape of his neck and pulls the shirt over his head.
Chris’s lips are soft and warm as they wrap around my nipple, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive peak. He sucks gently at first, his mouth creating a gentle pull that sends electric shocks of pleasure straight to my core. I gasp, arching toward him and pressing myself into his mouth.
He nibbles gently, his teeth grazing my flesh just enough to send a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
Wetness pools between my thighs, my body aching with need as he lavishes attention on my breasts.
His thumb and forefinger roll and pinch my nipple in perfect sync with the movements of his mouth.
He teasingly kisses up my chest to my neck, his stubble rough against my sensitive skin. The contrast of his soft lips and rough beard sets a fire beneath my skin. “Take my cock out, baby,” he growls the command against my throat.
My hands tremble as I fumble with the buckle.
The leather slips through my fingers as I quickly unbutton his pants.
They fall to the floor as his hips press against mine, his hardness evident.
I pull down his boxers, freeing his cock.
It springs free, hard and thick. Wrapping my hand around him—my fingers not quite able to meet—I stroke him from base to tip.
I swirl my thumb over the sensitive head, and he moans as his hips buck toward my touch.
Chris grips my thighs and hoists me around his waist, my legs instinctively wrapping around him.
His hardness presses against me, and I whimper with need as he pushes my back to the coolness of the wall.
He pulls my panties to the side, and with a single, powerful thrust, he drives into me as he pins me to the wall.
“Fuck, Daddy!” I cry out, the sudden intrusion both painful and pleasurable. He stretches me quickly, filling me completely as he drives into me with feral intensity.
“This is Daddy’s pussy,” he growls, his voice laced with possession and desire. “Forever. I’m going to spend a lifetime stretching it out and fucking ruining you.”
My back slides along the wall as his hips repeatedly slam against mine with a force that steals my breath. Each thrust drives him deeper and stretches me wider. The sensation is overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that leaves me gasping and begging for more.
Chris’s hands grip my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as he holds me in place, his body a relentless machine of pleasure. He fucks me hard, his hips moving with a sense of urgency, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the room.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, so wet for Daddy,” he groans, his breath hot against my neck. “This pussy is mine, isn’t it, baby? All mine to stretch, to fill, to ruin.”
I whimper, my body clenching around him as I nod. With a final, powerful thrust, he sends me tumbling over the edge. “Yes! Daddy! Yours.”
Chris carries me to the bed, tossing me onto the soft mattress, a giggle escaping my lips. He fists my panties, shredding the wet, lacy fabric as he tears them from my body, leaving me bare and exposed to his hungry gaze.
Wasting no time climbing back between my splayed thighs, Chris’s body is a hard, muscular weight pressing me into the mattress. He pins my hands to the bed, his grip strong and unyielding, holding me still as he positions himself at my entrance.
With a slow, deliberate thrust, he slides inside me. I gasp, my back arching off the bed as he sinks deep into my sensitive pussy. His lips find mine in a sloppy, passionate kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as he devours me. Leisurely thrusting into me, he kisses down my neck to my chest.
Chris’s teeth graze my flesh as he nips over my breasts. I whimper, my hips bucking beneath him as I seek more friction, more sensation. Denying me what I want, his cock moves inside me with a unhurried rhythm. I swear, I can feel every ridge and vein rubbing against my sensitive walls, teasing me.
“Please, Daddy…” I beg, needing the release I’m slowly inching toward.
Chris releases my wrists, his hands dusting over my skin with the same languidity he takes my pussy. Reaching my hips, he locks onto them with a sudden, powerful grip. His rough hands holding me in place beneath him, he slams into me with hard, deep thrusts.
The pressure builds inside me, the coil of pleasure tightening in my core as Chris’s cock grows more rigid inside me.
His movements become more erratic, his hips moving with a wild, untamed rhythm as he chases his own release.
The room fills with the sound of our flesh slapping together, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.
“Come for me, baby,” he grits, his fingers digging painfully hard into my flesh as he slams into me ferociously.
“Squeeze your perfect pussy around Daddy. Make me come.”
I feel every inch of him, his cock rubbing against my sensitive walls, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.
Obeying, my body responds to his every command. I come hard, my orgasm exploding through. My body clenches around him with every thrust, my muscles squeezing him, urging him to join me in ecstasy.
Chris roars, his body tensing as he drives in to the hilt, his cock pulsing and twitching inside me. Hot spurts of his cum fill me, marking me as his once again. He holds himself deep, his hips grinding against mine as he rides out his waves of pleasure.
Chris’s arms wrap around me, holding me tight as he presses soft, gentle kisses to my lips, my cheeks, my neck.
His aftercare is tender and loving, his touch soothing and reassuring as he holds me close.
“I love you, baby,” he whispers, his voice a soft, tender caress.
“Forever and always, baby. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Nothing will ever change that.”