Chapter Eight #3
With a growl, I spin the stool around to face her and pull her flush against me, gripping her waist with my free hand and pressing my cock against the wet heat between her thighs. I rake my mouth over hers, seeking to claim. To possess what I almost lost.
She’s out of breath when our lips break apart, and I can’t seem to catch my breath either. My eyes drop to her lips, swollen from the kiss, and I feel desire shoot up my spine. The need for her grows as does my affection.
“I love you, Ashley,” I rasp, pulling her back in for another kiss but not before I see the look of surprise on her face.
I get up and spin her around, pressing her back to the counter as I ravage her mouth possessively.
It’s wet and dirty and obscene. Carnal. She clings to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and whining as she rocks against me.
“Matt, now,” she whimpers, dropping one hand to the bulge in my pants. “Want it. Want you now.”
“Baby, you’re hurt. Today was—”
“I’m fine,” she argues, drawing a groan out of me when she makes quick work of unbuttoning my pants and tugging down the zipper. I nearly come on the spot when she dips her hands into my boxers and grips my cock. “Now, Matt, please. Please.”
She shatters my control in ways no one else ever has.
I break the kiss to trail my mouth over her chin, moving lower as I tug down her top to kiss the valley of her breasts.
She moans when I tug down her bra and lick across her nipples, sucking one hotly into my mouth and making her grip tighten around my shaft.
“Fuck,” I curse as I fight the need to spill.
Christ, she tastes so good. And the way she reacts, arching into my mouth as my tongue strokes the stiff peaks, licking until she’s sobbing and bucking into me.
I slide a hand into her pants and stroke the drenched lining of her underwear, teasing her clit through the thin cotton of her panties.
“Matt!”
I push up and slam my lips back against hers, tugging down her pants and letting them drop to the kitchen floor. Her panties follow. My cock hurts with the need to be inside of her. To claim this woman, I nearly lost to my demons.
Mine.
With a growl, I lift her onto the edge of the counter and line my cock up at her entrance. “Look at me,” I growl, gripping her chin and forcing her eyes back to mine. “Look at me while I take you, little rabbit. You’re mine.”
“Yours,”
She cries out when I thrust deep into her, back arching as she tosses her head back. “Eyes on me,” I growl, my voice thick with passion, and I don’t move until they are.
Mine.
I want her to see the man who will pleasure her body and ruin anyone who dares touch it. “I love you, Ashley. I need you, baby.”
Her eyes swim with tears as she grips my shoulders and rocks forward. “Then show me, Matt. Show me how much you need me.”
I do.
I withdraw completely before slamming hard into her, burying my cock deep into her.
She cries out and falls back on the kitchen counter, baring her tits to me, so I lean down and capture a rosy peak between my lips in hot suction as I hammer in and out of her.
She’s so tight and incredibly wet. So fucking hot wrapped around my cock, rolling her hips to meet my thrusts, taking everything I give her, bearing every brutal thrust, every fevered touch and nip meant to mark her. To brand her as mine.
Mine. Forever mine.
I slide my hand down over her narrow waist and smooth skin to the spot where our bodies join. I close my teeth around her nipple as I stroke my fingers over her clit, as she comes in a violent shudder.
She screams, back arching off the counter and eyes rolling back as her pussy clenches tightly around me.
Thank fuck I don’t have neighbors, or they would call the cops on us.
Hell, I’m not so sure those who live miles from my house don’t hear her still, but I find that I don’t fucking care. Only bringing her pleasure matters.
Only she matters.
I rock into her, faster and harder, unwilling to find my own release until I can bring her back to the edge.
When I do, it’s the hottest thing ever. She sobs, writhing helplessly under me as I drive into her, groaning when I feel her tighten around me.
Only then do I find my own release. I lean down and kiss her lips as I pour everything into her, cum spilling hot inside her with every slow thrust, marking her, claiming her, as deep and final as anything I’ve ever given to a person.
I collapse against her after pouring my heart and soul into her. Her hands lift and stroke my shoulder as we both fight to steady our breaths. For several moments, neither of us says a word.
“I love you, Matt,” she whispers, running her fingers through my hair. “My only wish is that someday you can see yourself the way I see you. That’s the love I want for you—not just from me, but from yourself, when you’re ready.”
She turns her head and brushes her lips over my jaw. “I love you no matter what.”
Her words send emotions clogging my throat. “I love you too. Be patient with me.”
“For as long as you need.” Her arms tighten around my shoulders. “I’ll wait forever if it takes that long.”