Chapter Forty Two The Pull
Chapter Forty Two
The Pull
M
y body pulls me out of sleep on its own, despite how badly I want more of it. For a second, I think I’m waking up alone, until I feel Cairo’s heavy arm draped across my waist, holding me against his chest, his morning wood pressed against my ass.
I shift slightly, feeling the slickness between my thighs, a reminder from last night.
I barely remember falling asleep, but my body remembers everything—from the bull tossing my ass to the floor, to Saint fucking me against the tree, then Cairo’s massive dick stretching open all over again in the shower, just to have me soaking wet all over again as I fell asleep.
My mouth, my legs, my back, and my pussy are screaming at me.
Everything hurts, but the ache between my thighs remains the strongest.
And yet somehow, even like this, I still crave more.
His breathing shifts, and I feel him stir behind me. A low hum rumbles from his chest before his voice slips out, still thick with sleep.
“I ain’t even gonna lie baby girl,” he murmurs, tightening his hold around me. “I slept so good holding you.”
I smile before I even turn my head. “Me too,” I whisper, letting my fingers trace the arm locked around me. “You make it easy to want to stay cuddled up in bed all day… and with how hard you are right now, I’m guessing you’re already thinking about what we can do.”
That pulls a quiet chuckle out of him. His lips brush the back of my neck as he speaks. “Don’t play innocent, baby girl,” he murmurs, voice dark and sure. “You know damn well what that body of yours does to a man.”
He presses into me slowly, making sure I feel every bit of it. “Waking up with you like this?” he continues, lips grazing my skin. “That’s all it takes. Every time I’m near you, my body reacts. And I don’t even tried to fight it.”
I turn over to see his pretty sage eyes, dragging my fingers over his arm. “Good coverup,” I whisper, tilting my head just enough for my lips to brush his jaw. “Because it sounds like you’re saying I do this kind of thing often. Do you think I’m easy?” I ask, genuinely curious of his answer.
I think I know the answer but the more he talks—the more he surprises me.
His eyes are still heavy, but his mind is wide awake. I position him right between my legs. His cock sitting in the middle of my lips, the tip almost pressing through my my thighs.
“I’d never say that,” he says easily. “But we both know a body like yours doesn’t come without a little history. Innocent doesn’t do much for what I’m interested in.” His gaze lingers. “So get used to the compliments, baby girl—you deserve every one.”
“Get used to it?” I laugh softly. “Careful, you’re starting to sound like you own me. But you didn’t answer my question either.”
“Maybe I want too,” he shoots back smoothly, brushing a strand of hair from my face, his gaze dropping to my pussy holding his dick.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it. And no, I don’t think you’re easy Jainey—but I do think we were made to meet each other,” he says, a hint of truthfulness hidden in his eyes.
I laugh, despite my body responding before I can. “Okay, I believe you—but just for today.” His gaze lingers on me, searching, like he’s trying to see past my words. And for a second, I almost let him. But I pull back, forcing a grin. “Besides, you talk a lot for somebody who just woke up.”
He chuckles, leaning closer. “You like it when I talk though—and how I feel—so just admit it. Plus, you should know I make good on every word I say.”
I smirk, my finger sliding across his soft lips. “I do like hearing that sexy morning voice, of yours” I admit. “And I thought it was obvious I love how you feel.”
The word slips out before I can catch it. But if there’s anything about him I can say I love without hesitation, it’s definitely his dick.
He raises an eyebrow, adjusting himself, feeling how wet I am. “Love, huh? Then I’ll be sure to keep doing exactly what I’ve been doing.”
On the outside, I give him exactly what he gives me. But inside, that pull resurfaces—the one I pretend I don’t feel. Every moment alone with him makes it easier to slip into whatever this feeling is.
And yet, every time I think about Saint, it’s the same.
Different energy, same pull.
Two magnets tugging at me from opposite sides. And here I am, wrapped in Cairo’s arms, trying not to let him see the guilt flicker across my face. He deserves all of me in this moment—but I’m not sure I have that to give right now.
So, I bury the truth under another laugh, nudging his chest. “Come on, Mr. Smooth Talker. What are we eating for breakfast?”
He slides an arm tighter around my waist, pulling me flush against him. His lips brush my ear as he whispers,“Breakfast?”
“I was thinking of having you.”
A shiver runs down my spine as his tongue traces along my neck. His hand wanders boldly, cupping my breast, before pinching my piercing. I can’t stop the small moans that slips out.
“Cairo…” I laugh softly, trying to sound unbothered, though my voice betrays me.
He smirks against my skin, squeezing gently as his lips trail lower.
“Too late, baby girl. You woke up putting my dick on your wet ass pussy, what did you think was gonna happen? It’s bad enough that’s all I taste on my breath, now I need to remember what it feels like. ”
I roll my eyes, but the heat between my legs makes it impossible to hide the smile tugging at my lips. “I thought maybe we’d just… cuddle, eat—you know watch TV like normal people.”
“Good thing we’re not normal, I thought you figured that out already,” he murmurs, teeth grazing my collarbone before pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. “Guess I’ll have to remind you of how different I really am.”
As much as I want to lose myself in his charm, there’s a flicker of guilt I can’t fully shake—because Saint pulls at me the same way, just differently.
I shouldn’t feel bad about wanting them both—when they’ve never asked me to choose.
Even though I know their actions are staring to show the side of them I didn’t know existed.
So I push the thoughts aside and let myself melt into his warmth, reminding myself to stay present—because this is exactly what we all chose.
I tug at his loose curls, pushing his head deeper into my neck. My neck is my weakness, and he’s breaking me down with every lick, every touch—tracing my neckline until my body vibrates slightly. Every kiss feels like it’s taking something from me—something I thought I was better at guarding.
“Cairo…” I repeat, half warning, half surrender.
He chuckles low against my throat, the vibration making it worse. His lips press harder, his tongue teasing the same spot until I shiver.
“Yeah…” he murmurs, pulling back just enough for his breath to graze my skin. “I knew this was your spot. You can’t hide from me, not when your body tells on you every time.”
He shifts his hips, sliding his cock through my slippery thighs. My pussy throbs, needing him to fuck me now. His mouth claims my nipple as his pace quickens between my legs, my wetness making each thrust smoother than the last.
A sound slips out of me, and I almost laugh. Thank God Arina’s at work—she’d definitely have something to say about that.
My fingers tangle in his hair, his grip tightening at my hips, pulling me closer until the air between us disappears.“Fuck me, please.” I manage to whimper in his ear, my voice barely holding steady.
“You’re so needy, baby girl—I fucking love it.” He says, his massive hand wrapping around my neck. “I’m going to fuck you until my name replaces every other thought in that head of yours.”
A soft cry escapes as he slides out, my body left throbbing, desperate for him. Hovering over me, he adjusts the pillow flat beneath my head, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
He spreads my legs with his knees and pushes in, the lingering soreness turning the pleasure brutal and overwhelming. He watches my eyes as they roll back, a shaky breath escaping my lips. Morning sex is always great. Even when you don’t think you want it—your body always says otherwise.
His massive arms reach over my head, grabbing my headboard as he pounds into me with full force.
My fingers grip his waist to keep from sliding.
I don’t realize how hard I’m clawing at him until he catches my wrist, pulling my fingers into his mouth sucking them slowly.
When he lets go, the red marks I notice left behind make something dark coil in my stomach.
But he doesn’t seem to mind—if anything, the way he pulls me closer says the opposite. He’s already deep, but he wants to go deeper—hell, I want him deeper.
His hands grip my waist on both sides while I play with my clit, needing to cum. He hits my spot so hard I can’t hold back anymore. My back arches as my orgasm rips through me, squirting all over his chest, a little landing on his freshly shaved chin.
He looks down at my pussy and smiles, licking my juices from his chin with his impressive tongue.
“Coming on my face two days in a row, now you can’t deny how special I am.
” With the final thrusts, he pushes into me so deep everything else fades away.
“Fuck.” He growls filling me with his thick release.
He pulls out with a grin, his curls just as wild as mine. He brushes a soft kiss against the tip of my nose. “Alright, alright… now we can have breakfast.”
“Thank God,” I sigh dramatically, earning a laugh from him.
He grabs his phone from the nightstand, scrolling while I curl closer against his chest, tracing the veins popping from his hard dick. I’m truly amazed how something this size fits inside me. Arina was right—definitely sprung.
“What are you in the mood for? Pancakes, waffles, eggs… or you want some more of me?”
“Surprise me,” I mumble, still pressed against him. “As long as it’s not dick. I think my girl needs to rest for a minute.”