7. Chloe
7
CHLOE
My legs are still trembling from my orgasm as I watch Trace undress. Somewhere deep in the back of my mind is a guilty little voice repeating all the reasons we shouldn’t be doing this, but it’s easy to ignore as I stare at Trace’s bare chest—thick and brawny with a smattering of dark hair. He looks so strong, so sexy. I can’t believe this man wants me.
My heart pounds as he pulls down his jeans next, tossing them to join his plaid shirt on the floor. I can see the outline of his cock, a huge bulge against his boxers, and my throat goes dry as Trace removes the final layer between us. He towers over the bed, completely naked, and a bolt of pure need shoots through me. His cock is thick and meaty, just as giant as the rest of him. My eyes roam his strong thighs and powerful arms, traveling up to his handsome face. His beard is still slick with my juices, his brown eyes burning with intensity.
I want him.
More than anything.
“Spread your legs for me, princess,” he grunts in that deep, gravelly voice.
I do as he says, my heart in my mouth as Trace kneels on the bed and positions himself between my thighs, his eyes never leaving mine. I’m plus-size and curvy, but his body dwarfs me, and I feel tiny beneath his giant frame. Powerless. His rock-hard chest presses against me, forcing me down against the mattress. I can’t move. And I love it. I love feeling like I belong to this sexy lumberjack.
The wet tip of his cock pokes against me, and I suck in a breath as he rubs it against my clit, up and down. It feels so good, and I’ve never been more aware of the aching hole inside me, begging to be filled.
“Deep breaths,” Trace says as his cock presses against my entrance. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
He inches forward, his thick length stretching me apart, brushing against sensitive nerves that I never knew existed. I gasp at the sensation. It’s overwhelming—pain and pleasure all at once. My eyes squeeze shut as Trace pushes deeper, deeper, deeper. When he finally bottoms out, it’s hard for me to breathe. I feel his hands stroking my cheek, circling my skin with the pad of his thumb.
“Open your eyes. Look at me.”
I do as he says, my heart ready to burst out of my chest. Trace is staring at me with so much affection, so much care, that it feels like I’m the only thing that matters to him. There’s a flicker of concern in his eyes, a familiar protectiveness as he asks, “You okay? Talk to me, Chloe.”
I nod, my body relaxing slightly, adjusting to the unfamiliar pressure inside me. “I’m okay.”
“Am I hurting you?” He leans down and presses a quick kiss on my forehead. “If it hurts, I need you to tell me so I can take care of you.”
I melt at his words, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’m okay, Trace. It hurts a little, but it feels good too. I want this.”
Trace groans, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. He tastes like sex, and when he pulls away, his eyes are blazing. “You’re a fucking dream,” he mutters.
I shiver with delight, but before I can reply, Trace starts to move. It steals my breath away, my whole body tingling as he rocks his hips, thrusting his cock slowly in and out of me. With every movement, he brushes against my clit, setting my nerves on fire.
“Oh, Trace,” I moan, tipping my head back.
His steady pace doesn’t last long. Once he’s satisfied that I’m not in pain, he grabs my hands and pins them above my head, holding me still.
Then he starts to fuck me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, opening myself up to him as his cock slaps into me, the brutal rhythm making my head spin. The bed creaks and groans beneath us, the springs crying out every time Trace drives his hips forward. I try to move. Try to squirm. But Trace doesn’t release my hands. He keeps his feral eyes fixed on mine, gritting his teeth as his cock pounds my greedy pussy.
It’s incredible. My whole body throbs with pleasure, radiating out from between my legs. The sensations are so intense—so unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, but nothing is more intense than looking into Trace’s eyes as he fucks me. He releases one of my hands and roughly grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. It’s too much. Too intense.
“Eyes on me, princess,” he says when I close them for a moment. “Look at me when I fuck you.”
I do as he says, sobbing at the overwhelming pleasure, the intensity of it all.
“Fuck, you’re doing so good.” Trace’s voice is ragged and breathless, like he’s fighting to hold back his orgasm. “Look at you taking my cock. So fucking perfect.” He bends his head and kisses me, sinking his tongue between my lips. His delicious musk fills my mouth before he pulls back to look at me again, bucking his hips faster than ever.
“TRACE!”
“You like that, princess?”
“YES!” I cry, the words ripping from my throat. “YES!”
“Fuck, that’s it. Good girl.” He leans in, mouth brushing my ear, his voice dangerously low. “You’re going to come soon, princess. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”
My body reacts instantly, like it was waiting for his words. I feel a tightening deep inside me, blood thrumming hard through my veins as I start to come undone.
“Look at me when you come,” Trace says firmly. “Let me see how pretty you are.”
I’m gasping for breath, forcing my eyes to stay locked on his as every muscle starts to quiver and shake. Trace doesn’t stop fucking me. He keeps up his punishing rhythm, our sweaty skin slapping together as I meet him thrust for thrust, getting closer and closer to the edge…
The world explodes. All I can see are those wild brown eyes as pleasure rockets through me, leaving me a shivering mess of limbs. I don’t disobey Trace. I keep eye contact, watching as his handsome face contorts, a strangled shout escaping his lips as he comes, spurting his release deep inside me. I feel so connected to him—I don’t know where he ends and I begin—and only when Trace collapses on top of me do I finally close my eyes. I can feel his heartbeat pulsing through me and hear his heavy breathing as it gradually slows down. We stay like that for a while, the quiet settling around us, morning sunlight streaming through the windows.
“How you feeling, princess?” Trace asks eventually, lifting his head to look at me.
I beam up at him. “Amazing.”
He smiles at me, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Good.” He repositions himself beside me, pulling me against him, my back to his chest. “You were so fucking incredible, Chloe.”
I glow at his words, melting against him. “You were pretty incredible yourself.”
He makes a noise deep in his throat and presses a kiss against my neck. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up. Then I’ll make us some breakfast.”
“Breakfast sounds great. I’m starving.” I stretch out my limbs, smiling like the cat that got the cream as Trace lifts me out of bed and into the bathroom. We get in the shower together, the warm water like heaven on my sweaty skin as Trace’s soapy hands rub me all over, cleaning me gently. He touches me like I’m a piece of art, his hands reverential, eyes glued to my curves. It gives me butterflies.
Trace makes me feel so special. So safe. He’s like a dream come true, a fantasy I never thought could exist in the real world. I’m falling fast, all my resolve crumbling away, leaving me sure of one thing: if this is a dream, I never want to wake up.