CHAPTER NINE #2
“Are you sure?” I ask, only half serious.
“I promise,” she pleads. “I promise. Just do it.”
Carefully, I slide in further, her pussy all but pulling me in.
Her jaw drops and her eyes roll the more I stretch her to fit me.
With a feral grin, she arches her back, opening wider for me.
Finally, I bottom out, eliciting a high-pitched gasp.
My chest caves, nearly overcome with the intense pleasure of her clutching around me.
Using every ounce of self-control to hold back, I plant one hand next to her head and crouch over her back, her muscles flexing with each roll of my hips.
“You’re being so sweet for me, Printsessa. Does that still feel good?” Because it sure as fuck feels good to me.
How does anyone last more than 10 seconds with her? Lucky for her, my willpower and stamina are unparalleled.
“So good,” she breathes, throwing back her hips. “Harder!”
It would seem I don’t have to be overly careful with her, and my satisfaction can’t be overstated.
I’m not some careless monster, but I’d rather fuck her into oblivion than worry about destroying her pristine pussy.
Holding her firm, I roll sharply, and then do it again.
And again. And again. Barrett goes rigid, letting out an airy cry laced with carnal need.
The muscles in her back tense and her fingers grip the comforter as her body lurches with each thrust.
“Like this?” I ask, kneading the fleshy curve of her hip.
“Yes,” she groans, “fuck, yes…”
My thighs smack against her ass as I search for her limit, her pussy clutching me with each thrust as if she’ll never let go.
She’s killing me, destroying me from the inside out, while I turn her inside out.
She feels like paradise, and being able to fuck her with abandon is eroding any longevity I might’ve had.
I cock my head, admiring her marble smooth back that gives way to her voluptuous ass. “Have you had enough? Are you going to come for me now?”
“Yes!” Gasps and whimpers burst from her throat with each thrust as I lay into her. “Oh, my god, yes!”
And she’s enjoying every fucking second of it.
After another minute of impaling her against my bed, I slow my rhythm, smoothly rocking against her. “Should I pull out or fill you up?”
Barrett sucks in a breath. “Don’t stop…please, don’t stop…”
If I’m being honest, carrying on a conversation like this while she’s writhing and moaning beneath me is both exhilarating and highly entertaining.
“Are you sure?” She can’t see me smirking with amusement. “You said something about not wanting children. It seemed important.”
“No…yes…” She starts shaking her head frenetically. “I’m on—I’m on birth control.”
“What kind?”
“What?” she crackles on her breath.
“Don’t make me ask you again, my love.” I’ve also perfected the menacing tone at the most opportune moments.
“An implant,” she gasps. “It’s in my left arm.”
She almost sounds like she’s being tortured during an interrogation.
And I guess she’s not totally wrong. I run my hand up her bicep, my index finger gently searching over her satin skin.
Part of me is being thorough. The other part is enjoying being the enforcer.
It’s kind of fun bringing work home with me.
Eventually, I find the small device embedded beneath her dermal layer and run my hand up her throat, pulling her head back. She stares up at me with desperation, her hips trembling as I brush my lips along the shell of her ear.
“That’s fucking hot.”
Her jaw drops, her eyes rolling as I start pumping faster and harder, hitting her deep in her core.
The sounds she’s making along with the wet pops of her pussy as I drive into her is going to make me come any second.
Her breaths get more hectic and I feel her move with me, chasing the orgasm as my hips smack her ass, drawing a cry out of her each time.
“Fuck! Fuck!” she creaks, breaking her rules, yet again.
She should get used to it; all her rules will change the longer she's in this house with me. Besides, she’s only narrating the moment we’ve both been waiting for since I saw her standing at baggage claim in Montrose.
Now, every moan, every curse, every scream that comes out of her mouth is a song I don’t want to end.
I want to stay here, fuck her for hours, days, maybe forever on this bed, but I’m teetering on the edge right alongside her.
“Touch me,” she whimpers. “I’m so close.”
I comply, reaching around her hips with one hand, slipping it between her legs. As soon as she feels me, she starts grinding against my hand while I search for the spot that’ll either make her melt into the sheets or convulse like she’s having a seizure. Hopefully both.
She places her hand over mine and presses it against her clit. “Mmm…” She rolls her hips against my hand rubbing slow circles.
Finding the perfect cadence, I follow the rhythm of her breaths like a metronome that’s about to shatter into pieces. Suddenly, Barrett sucks in a breath and holds it, her muscles tensing all over her body.
“I’m going to—”
With a sharp gasp, she grabs the comforter, her knuckles going white as she comes. She lets out a desperate cry, trying to catch her breath while she convulses against my thighs. But I hold her firm, relishing her cries that drive me to the brink of insanity.
As soon as she collapses onto the bed, I carefully pull out and roll her onto her back, spreading her wide enough to settle between her thighs.
Her delicate fingers run over my chest and arms, trying to pull me back in.
Reaching down, I guide my cock back into her, stealing her breath as I press my forehead against hers.
“Printsessa,” I murmur, “you move like you were made for me.”
She eyes me, drunk on the rush still lingering in her muscles. “Or, you were made for me.”
A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I plant my elbows on either side of her head, brushing her hair away from her face.
And this time, when I bottom out inside her, there’s only one intent.
Each thrust knocks the air out of her, making her tremble with aftershocks and the most profane sounds tumble out of her mouth.
My lips brush against hers, teasing her tongue with mine as the tension builds.
And when the release hits, my muscles tense with restraint just as much as the euphoria, laying waste to every nerve ending.
I knew she’d feel amazing, but even I’m not prepared for how amazing.
My arm flies up and I grab the edge of the headboard with a bang, my knuckles white as the air hisses through my teeth.
Like I said, I don’t actually want to split her in half.
I loosen my grip as my movements slow, sinking back down with the satisfaction that I’m still inside her, filling her to the brim. And, this time, the kiss I give her is deeper than any other.
Moments later, she’s running her fingertips through my hair, massaging my scalp while my tongue runs circles around her nipples.
There’s a faint sigh each time she inhales, getting high on me as much as I am her.
Then she gives a tiny gasp when I latch on, squeezing her thighs around me.
I could stay here, sucking her tits all day like fucking candy.
An endless cycle; feeling her skin against mine and her sweet taste in my mouth, getting me hard as steel until I thrust back inside and stretch her all over again, leaving her pussy a dripping mess just to use it as lube a few minutes later.
And she'd like that.
I keep kissing her, learning every inch of her mouth, her neck, her chest, her arms, until my forehead stills against hers.
Every breath is a promise, a silent declaration claiming what’s mine.
But, even then, I remain inside her, my hips moving at a steady cadence as her eyes drift open then closed, over and over.
“You asked why I would be depressed about leaving,” she finally murmurs on her breath.
Then her voice cracks ever so slightly.
“This is why.”