Chapter 42
CHAPTER
FORTY-TWO
WRATH
The taste of her floods my taste buds, and I know in this moment no other taste will ever do.
I am so goddamn gone for this woman. I can’t believe I stayed away from her for two whole fucking days.
I should have taken her with me or locked her up or some shit, because I can tell that she’s straight-up pissed off.
She rolls her hips, her body bucking and jerking as she rides out her release. Shifting her leg off my shoulder, I stand and straighten. I wrap my arms around her, picking her up again to carry her over to the bed. After laying her down, I climb in beside her.
I’m ready for her to ride me. I’ve been waiting for my show, and I fucking want it. I drag her body over me, and she climbs on top of me, straddling my hips.
I’m hard as a fucking rock.
Reaching between her legs, I glide my fingers through her folds. She whimpers as I swirl her clit, then slip two fingers inside her wet cunt. Curling them inside her, I watch as she shifts her hips, rolling them, her nails digging into my chest.
She dips her chin, her eyes finding mine as she begins to ride my fingers. I can tell she’s climbing again, her head falling back between her shoulders as she moves, and fuck me, but what a show she’s giving me.
Absolutely wild.
And perfect.
So goddamn perfect.
I don’t want her to come again yet, though. I want to feel her squeeze my cock when she gets there again, and I want her looking into my eyes, her hair falling around us like a dark curtain.
When I slip my fingers from inside her, she lifts her hips, positioning herself over my hard-as-fucking-nails cock before she slowly sinks down along my length.
Once she’s fully seated, I reach out, wrapping my fingers around her waist, then lift my other hand and curl my fingers around the side of her neck.
“Look at me, Haze,” I say through gritted teeth.
I could fucking come right now, just like this. “I want to look at all of you when you ride me.”
She trembles above me, straightening her head, her eyes finding mine before she begins to move.
“I don’t really know what I’m doing here,” she whispers.
My lips tug into a grin as my fingers flex against her waist and throat. “That’s so fuckin hot, babe.”
“What?” she asks on an exhale. “That I’m clueless about sex?”
I hum. I could lie and tell her that it isn’t hot as fuck, but it is.
It’s sexy as fuck that I get to teach her stuff.
I don’t know why it’s hot, probably because I’m some kind of asshole.
I would guess I’d be called a toxic alpha male or some such bullshit that the new generation has come up with, but I don’t care—hot is hot.
“Give me a show, Haze. Ride me.”
There is a moment of silence, a stillness, in which she doesn’t move while her eyes search mine. And then her hips roll, a slow cadence that I know is going to drive me absolutely insane.
I feel her nails dig into my flesh as she moves, her gaze never leaving mine. Sliding my hand down her throat, then over her chest, I curl my fingers around her breast, gripping her there as she continues to move.
“You feel amazing,” she whispers.
I can’t even speak. If I do, I might accidentally come. I don’t think I felt this on edge even as a teenager. I am about to lose control and lose my load all at the same time. Shifting my hand around to the front of her throat, I grip her there, careful not to hurt her.
She doesn’t stop moving, her hips rolling, bucking, and searching as she continues on the search for her release. Sliding my fingers from her waist, I shift them between her legs and press my thumb against her clit.
Her eyes widen.
She continues to move, her hips grinding, and I apply pressure there. “Be a good girl, Haze. Ride me until you come.”
My control is hanging on by a thread, but if she doesn’t get her shit together, I’m going to come and end this before she gets there, and I want to feel her cunt squeeze me, especially since I’m inside her bare.
My words must do something, because she continues to buck, her hips moving faster and harder as she climbs higher and higher toward her release, and then she gasps. I watch as her eyes widen, and then she tears her gaze from mine because her head flies back as she comes.
It’s fucking beautiful, just like her.
Elodie’s cunt squeezes me, strangling me. My fingers flex against her throat at the same time I lift my hips, once, twice, three times, before I slam her down at the same time I flex my hips and still, coming hard inside her.
My balls tingle, then empty, my cock pulsing inside her sweet pussy. My eyes never break contact with hers, and only when I release my grasp on her waist and throat does she fall forward, her chest pressing against mine and her lips touching the side of my throat.
“I should hate you for disappearing like that,” she whispers against my skin.
“But you don’t because I just made you come twice,” I murmur.
She lifts her head, her eyes finding mine. I watch as her gaze searches my own, and her lips curve up into a grin. I don’t think she could hide her smile; she’s got that just-come happiness going on, and it’s fucking gorgeous.
“That is not the reason,” she states, “but it doesn’t hurt.”
Which is the reason I made that shit happen. Wrapping my arms around her, I roll us over to the side, which means that our connection is lost. Elodie hooks her calf over my thigh. I slip my hand between her legs and glide two fingers between her folds, feeling my cum there.
Shifting my hand from between her legs, I slip my fingers between her lips. Elodie sucks on my fingers, and my cock twitches slightly. I wish I could come again. It’s so fucking sexy. Once she’s sucked all my cum from my fingers, I pull her closer to me.
“Sleep, Haze,” I murmur.
“We need to talk,” she whispers.
“First sleep.”