Chapter 10 - Rage
"Ready to get fucked like never before?" I growl into Claire's ear.
"Yes," she gasps. "Please, Rage. Fuck me."
Her response sends a jolt straight to my cock, already buried deep inside her.
I can barely form a coherent thought. All I want is Claire, in every way I can have her.
Her body is a fucking sin against me, curves in all the places I love to grab, extra flesh to grip and rough up.
Her face is beautiful, cheeks flushed rose-pink, eyes gleaming with desire as she looks back at me over her shoulder.
I stand suddenly, keeping my cock pressed deep inside her, and shove her forward until she's bent before me. I gather her hair in one hand, pulling just enough to arch her back, while my other hand finds her breast, making sure she's not going anywhere. Then I start to move.
My hips snap forward in powerful thrusts, slamming into her pussy harder than I've fucked anyone in years. In my head, I've got something to prove. I need to be the best fuck she's ever had. She needs to know exactly what she'll be missing if she leaves.
Because as hard as it is to admit, I want her to stay. With me. I want to see what could be between us. I want Claire to be my woman, my old lady, to grow together with me and Eli.
But she's younger, has so much life ahead of her.
Probably doesn't want to be a mom right now, doesn't need the complication of my life.
Still, after tonight, after surviving together, I'll fight for this.
Once we're done, I'll tell her everything.
This is a celebration, and I want the fireworks in my heart, my body, and my cock.
"Harder," she pleads, pushing back against me. "Fuck me harder."
I gladly oblige, ravaging her mercilessly. The furniture around us seems to shake with the force of our fucking, but I don't stop. I slap her ass, leaving a red handprint on her pale flesh, pound into her relentlessly, my balls slapping against her with each thrust.
"You're mine," I growl, not even sure where the words come from. "Fucking mine."
She looks back at me, smiling through her pleasure, mouthing the words back: "I'm yours."
As good as this is, something's missing. I want to see her face, look into her eyes when she comes. I want to watch her fall apart because of me.
I slow my pace, and she immediately notices. "Are you okay?" she asks, breathless.
"I've got an idea," I tell her, pulling out completely.
She turns to face me, pussy glistening with her juices, left breast red from my fingers. She's marked, and I fucking love it. I grip her ass, scooping her up effortlessly and placing her on the living room table.
"This table is for meals," I say playfully, "and I'm about to have the best one."
She spreads her legs wide, exposing herself completely to me. "Please fuck me," she begs. "I'm already missing your cock."
For a few seconds, I just stroke myself, staring at her beautiful, rosy pussy. It gleams like her sweat-slicked skin, swollen and ready for me. She begs again, a desperate "Please" that nearly finishes me right there.
I step forward, lining my cock up with her entrance and sliding in easily. She's so fucking wet, her breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath. I place my hand on her damp cheek, brushing hair from her face.
"You look lovely," I tell her, keeping a steady, slower pace now, but each thrust is powerful, ramming deep inside her. One time. Two times. Three times. Her whole body is shaking, eyes starting to roll back.
"I'm going to—" she tries to warn me, but her words disappear into a moan. She grips one of her breasts, her pussy clenching around my cock as she arches off the table, coming hard.
I don't stop fucking her. I can't. I need to continue, need to finish inside her and mark her as mine. From now on, she'll belong to me.
She raises her head, looking at me with half-lidded eyes. "More," she gasps. "Don't stop."
Fuck. She's never satisfied, and I love it. The table creaks beneath us, and I'm grateful there's nothing on it. Everything would have crashed to the floor by now. I maintain my rhythm, gradually increasing the pace, feeling my own climax building at the base of my spine.
Then she catches me completely off guard. She starts touching herself, rubbing her clit as I fuck her, her other hand sliding to her mouth where she licks and sucks her own fingers while maintaining eye contact with me.
That's too much. I'm only a man. I wasn't trained to resist a sinful, curvy goddess like this. My arms begin to shake, not from exertion. I'm still good there, but from the effort of holding back. I feel my climax approaching fast, balls tightening, cock swelling even further inside her.
I barely have time to warn her before I'm shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside her. Her eyes widen at the sensation, and she grips the table edges, her entire body convulsing in a second orgasm, breasts bouncing wildly with each spasm.
Fuck. Beautiful. Absolutely perfect.
"Sorry," I pant, realizing I didn't ask before finishing inside her. "I should have pulled out."
"It's fine," she says, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. "I wanted it."
"Good," I reply, still buried inside her. "Because I wanted nothing else."
She bites her lip, looking up at me through her lashes. "If you always cum this much, I can't wait to have you cumming on my face next time."
Fuck. Just the image sends another pulse through my cock, a final spurt releasing inside her as if my balls weren't already empty.
She laughs softly. "Seems like your cock likes that idea too."
"It definitely does," I agree, smiling down at her. "And I won't forget the promise."
I help her off the table, watching as my cum drips down her inner thigh. She looks thoroughly claimed, completely satisfied, and more beautiful than any woman has a right to be.
"I should probably go to the bathroom," she says, gesturing vaguely to the mess between her legs.
"Before you go," I say, suddenly serious. "I want to tell you something."
She pauses, looking at me expectantly. "Say it."
I take a deep breath. "I'm not good at this.
In fact, except for once when I was a teenager, I've never done anything like this.
" I run a hand through my hair, uncharacteristically nervous.
"We might have only met 48 hours ago, but I like you—who you are, your company, what we could be together.
I have no idea where this might lead, but I'm willing to put everything on the line for you. "
Her face lights up, and she throws herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck. "I was thinking the same thing," she confesses. "But I was afraid you'd reject me because I'm younger and... you know, chubby."
I shake my head firmly. "The age could be an issue, but you've lived through things that even older people don't experience.
You survived. You're a survivor." I run my hands down her sides, caressing her hips.
"And chubby? I fucking love your curves.
I'll worship every inch of them every single day. "
I pause, knowing I need to address the most important factor in my life. "The only real issue is Eli. He seems to like you, but I won't risk my son's happiness, even if it means sacrificing my own. So, if you want to stay, you need to be sure."
Claire places both hands on my face, her eyes serious and sincere. "I'm sure. I want this more than anything in the world."
We kiss passionately, my arms wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. After a moment, she steps back with a shy smile.
"I really need to go to the bathroom now," she says. "I'm leaking everywhere."
I chuckle, watching as she turns to leave. "I'll be waiting for you," I tell her. "Today and always."
I watch her walk away, ass swaying hypnotically, and I know with absolute certainty that my life has changed. I don't have only a son anymore. I have a family. And we'll build a future together, no matter what challenges come our way.
The Eagles, Tommy, Vulture… They all tried to destroy what mattered most. Instead, they inadvertently led me to something I never knew I was missing. Life's strange that way sometimes. The worst moments can lead to the best beginnings.
And this is definitely a beginning worth fighting for.