Chapter 33 #2
Lina’s eyes dropped, and I saw her throat work as she swallowed hard.
Her lips parted.
Her thighs pressed together.
“Take off your clothes,” I ordered, my voice low and commanding.
She didn’t move. She just stared at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes locked on my cock.
“Now, Lina.”
Her hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her shirt. She pulled it over her head slowly, revealing the simple white bra underneath. Her breasts were rising and falling with each rapid breath, the lace barely containing them.
“All of it,” I said, wrapping my hand around my cock and giving it one slow stroke from base to tip.
Her eyes followed the movement, and I saw her bite her bottom lip as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the bed.
Her breasts were perfect. Full and soft and heavy, her nipples already hard and peaked, begging for my mouth.
Then she stood on shaky legs and unbuttoned her jeans, shimmying them down her hips along with her panties.
When she was finally naked, standing in front of me with her arms at her sides, I took a moment just to look at her.
To memorize every curve, every line, every inch of skin. The swell of her breasts. The dip of her waist. The flare of her hips. The dark curls between her thighs.
“Get on the bed,” I said, my voice rough with need. “On your back. Legs spread.”
She climbed onto the bed, her movements slow and deliberate, and lay back against the pillows. But she kept her legs pressed together.
I climbed onto the bed after her, my weight making the mattress dip, and settled between her thighs, forcing them apart with my hips, and braced myself on my forearms above her.
The scent of her hit me. Clean skin and arousal and something uniquely her.
It made my mouth water and my cock throb.
“You’ve been cold to me all day,” I said, my voice low and dangerous.
“Distant. Like I’m just another problem you have to deal with. Another case. Another client.”
“John—”
“But your body knows the truth, doesn’t it?” I continued, sliding one hand down her stomach, feeling the muscles jump under my touch. I moved lower, between her legs, and cupped her pussy.
Heat.
Wetness.
She was already soaking for me.
She gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily.
“You’re fucking drenched for me, baby,” I murmured, sliding one finger through her folds, gathering her slickness. “Your mind might be fighting me, but your body? Your body knows exactly who it belongs to.”
I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked it clean, tasting her—sweet and tangy and addictive. Her eyes went wide, her lips parting on a soft moan.
“Fuck, you taste good,” I growled. “I could eat this pussy for hours. Make you come on my tongue until you’re begging me to stop.”
I slid my hand back between her legs and pushed one finger inside her.
She moaned, her back arching off the bed, her inner walls clenching around me.
So tight.
So hot.
So fucking perfect.
“That’s it,” I crooned, adding a second finger and curling them just right, finding that spot inside her that made her see stars. “Let me hear you. Let me hear how much you need this.”
I worked her slowly, thoroughly, my thumb circling her clit as my fingers pumped in and out.
Her hands fisted in the sheets, her head thrown back, her mouth open as she panted. “John, please.”
The sounds she made, the little gasps, whimpers, and moans, went straight to my cock. I could feel her getting wetter, her body opening for me, her hips rocking against my hand. “Please, what?” I asked, my voice rough as I added a third finger, stretching her.
She cried out as her nails dug into the sheets. “I need...”
“You need my cock,” I finished for her, pulling my fingers out and bringing them to my mouth again, sucking them clean while she watched.
“You need me to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.
Until the only thing you know, the only thing you can think about is that you’re mine.
That this pussy is mine. That every inch of you belongs to me. ”
“Yes,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Yes. Please, John.”
I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick heat.
She was so wet I could feel it coating me, and the sensation made me grit my teeth against the urge to just slam home.
“Look at me,” I demanded, and her eyes snapped open, locking onto mine. Bright and desperate, and beautiful.
“Say it,” I said, my voice rough. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she whispered.
“Louder.”
“I’m yours!” she cried, her voice breaking as I thrust into her in one hard, deep stroke. She screamed, her nails digging into my shoulders as I filled her completely.
Fuck.
Fuck! She was so tight I could barely breathe.
Her pussy clenched around me like a fist, hot and wet and perfect, gripping my cock so hard I saw stars.
I could feel every inch of her. The way her body stretched to take me, the way her inner walls rippled and pulsed around my shaft, the way she was so fucking wet I could feel it dripping down my balls.
“Jesus Christ,” I groaned, my entire body shaking with the effort of holding still. “You feel—fuck, Lina, you feel so fucking good.”
She was panting beneath me, her chest heaving, her eyes wide and glassy.
“You okay?” I asked, my voice strained.
She nodded, her hands sliding up my arms to grip my shoulders.
“Move,” she whispered. “Please move.”
I didn’t give her time to adjust. Didn’t give her time to breathe. I pulled out almost all the way, feeling every inch of her clinging to me, trying to pull me back in, and then slammed back home.
She cried out, her back arching, her breasts pressing against my chest as I set a brutal, punishing rhythm, my hips snapping forward again and again, driving into her with everything I had.
The bed shook beneath us. The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, obscene and perfect.
“This is what you need,” I growled, my voice rough and raw. “This is what you’ve been craving. My cock. My claim. Me.”
“Yes! Oh God, yes!”
I gripped her hips, angling her so I could go deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars.
I could feel the sweat beading on my skin, could feel it dripping down my spine, could feel her body slick beneath mine.
“You feel that?” I demanded, grinding against her, making sure she felt every thick inch of me.
“You feel how deep I am? How perfectly your pussy takes my cock? Like you were made for me. Like this cunt was designed to be mine.”
“Yes! John, please!”
“Please, what, baby? You want more?”
“Yes! Harder!”
I gave her what she wanted as I fucked her harder, faster, deeper, until the bed was shaking and the headboard was slamming against the wall and she was crying out with every thrust. Her moans turned to cries, her nails raking down my back, leaving marks I’d wear with pride.
I could feel her tightening around me, her body coiling tighter and tighter.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered, my voice rough. “Play with your clit while I fuck you. Make yourself come on my cock.”
Her hand slid between us, her fingers finding her clit and circling it frantically.
The sight of her touching herself while I fucked her, while my cock disappeared into her tight pussy again and again, nearly made me lose it.
“That’s it,” I groaned, feeling her pussy clench around me.
“That’s my good girl. Make yourself come.
Show me how much you love having my cock inside you. ”
“John, I’m—I’m—”
“Come for me, Carolina,” I demanded, slamming into her harder. “Come for me now.”
She shattered. Her entire body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on me like a vise, so tight I could barely move.
She screamed my name, her back arching off the bed, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood.
The sensation was too much. The way she was gripping me, milking me, her body pulsing around my cock.
I thrust into her one last time, burying myself as deep as I could go, and came hard.
My release tore through me like a freight train, my entire body shaking as I emptied myself inside her.
I could feel it, hot and thick as my dick pulsed.
My cum filling her, marking her as mine from the inside out.
I buried my face in her neck, my hips jerking as I emptied myself inside her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me.
“Mine,” I growled against her skin. “All fucking mine.”
When the aftershocks finally subsided, I collapsed on top of her, my weight pressing her into the mattress.
We were both breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in sync.
I could feel her pulse racing beneath my lips where they pressed against her throat.
Could smell the scent of sex and sweat and her perfume mixing in the air.
Could feel my cock still buried inside her, still half-hard, her body still clenching around me in little aftershocks.
I lifted my head and looked down at her.
Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her face flushed and beautiful. Her hair was a wild mess spread across the pillow. Her lips were swollen from my kisses. Her skin was marked with my teeth and my hands.
She was perfect.
“Open your eyes,” I said softly.
She did, her gaze meeting mine. Green and soft and full of something that made my chest tight.
“I love you,” I said, my voice rough. “And no matter what happens, no matter what Roberts does, no matter what threats are coming, you’re my constant. You’re my anchor. You’re mine.”
Tears slipped down her cheeks. “I love you too,” she whispered.
I kissed her then, slow and deep and reverent.
Tasting her.
Claiming her.