Chapter Eighteen #3
The kiss is heated, and she matches the energy as best as she can without slipping. I do my best to rinse off before turning us so she’s pressed against the shower wall and pinned between it and my body.
“Now would be the time to tell me to stop,” I murmur, mouth kissing each cheek, then her nose, then her chin, before returning to her lips again.
“But I’m going to be real with you, baby girl.
I don’t want to stop. I want to bury myself inside that pussy of yours until I hear you scream my name again.
Then I might want to do it two or three more times in my bed. ”
She cups my face and brings our mouths together, then whispers, “So do it.”
And that’s all I need.
She winds one of her legs around me as my cock lines up with her before gliding inch by glorious inch inside. Her mouth forms an O as my thick length stretches her, and it feels like home. Everything about Belle feels that way.
Her laugh.
Her smile.
Her cooking.
Her body.
Her cunt.
Mine, I think to myself again.
All mine.
Years of circling each other, of pretending like we can just be friends, has lead to this. The build up that’s been building between us, the angst and what-ifs and jealousy, is all coming to pass in this very moment.
Because Belle. Is. Mine.
I surge forward, filling her in one fluid motion until her head tilts against the wall. “Too much?” I ask apologetically, wanting nothing more than to move but needing to make sure I’m not hurting her.
She shakes her head, using her arms as leverage to pull her other leg up and wind around my other hip. “No,” she says, kissing me. “Not enough. I need more.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” I warn her, pulling out and thrusting forward again, driving her against the wall. “Because you have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this. How much I’ve thought about this moment.”
Her arms squeeze around me the same way her cunt does, and the feeling is monumental. She is so turned on she’s drowning my dick, making it easy to keep fucking her into the wall of the shower as the water begins cooling against my back. I don’t care. Not one bit.
Her fingers rake through my hair. “Then you have no idea what I’ve been thinking either,” she admits against my mouth, biting down on my lip and surging my hips forward until I’m bottomed out again.
Goddamn. It’s a miracle I haven’t come yet.
I grip her ass to lift her a little higher against the wall as I drive into her over and over and over again, watching her face tilt back and contort with pleasure. I take one of her tits into my mouth and suck the bud between my lips until the walls of her pussy clench again.
“Jesse,” she whimpers as I do the same thing to her other nipple and rail into her with the same vigor.
I pop her breast out of my mouth and admit, “I wish I could tell you the reaction I had when you called me daddy. It may sound stupid, but that shit got to me, Belle. It really did.”
The thought of her referring to me as ‘daddy’ at all got me thinking about the possibility of that coming true. Of spilling into her. Of seeing a swollen bump on her. Of watching her hold a small baby knowing it shares our DNA.
Her legs tighten against me. “It did?” she breathes in disbelief, hugging her front to me and moaning every time I hit that spot inside her.
“Yes,” I say against her throat. “You have no clue what images I got in my head. Of what I wanted to do to you to hear you say it again.”
“W-What?” she asks, another garbled noise rising from her as I pick up the pace. The sound of our slapping skin increases, and I’m coated in her arousal. Goddamn, my baby loves this. Her voice is higher when she says, “Jesse. Oh God. I’m going to come again.”
“Do it, baby girl. Come on my cock.”
Her grip tightens around my neck. “Come inside me,” she begs, trying to match my pace and bringing our hips together halfway. “I want to feel you come inside me. Please, Jesse. I’ll do anything. I’ll—”
The guttural curse that comes out of me as I slam into her and stop her begging pleas with a kiss is nothing like I’ve ever experienced.
I come and come and come, filling her cunt as she yells into my mouth and spills onto my dick.
Black dots coat my vision as I hold her to me, making sure she doesn’t go limp or fall.
The water is cold against me now, but it doesn’t do anything to cool off my heated skin.
“Holy shit,” she whispers.
I rest my forehead against her. “Holy shit,” I agree, still inside her. Still half hard despite my soul coming out of my body with that orgasm.
Still wrapped around her, I turn off the water and manage to carry her out of the shower. Sheets be damned, I lower her onto the bed and thrust forward again, feeling the mixture of our cum coat my cock.
Belle gasps. “Already?”
“I told you I wanted to do this with you two or three more times. Minimum. I make good on my promises, baby girl.”
And that’s exactly what I do until I know exactly what she looks like in the positions I’ve always pictured her in. Until sleep has no choice but to knock us out just to give our bodies a break. All while one word remains in my mind.
Mine.