Chapter 32
Blake
Iset Tracy down on the end of my bed, and she scurries up to the headboard, her naked body sliding across my sheets as though she has any chance in hell of keeping me away.
“Blake, I can’t take anymore tonight,” she says.
I grin at her. It’s cute that she thinks she can’t take any more, because I’ve barely gotten started. “You can, and you will.”
Her eyes widen, her perfect tits rising and falling with her heavy breaths. “I’m too sore,” she protests.
I don’t believe her for a second, because I see the way she rubs her thighs together, the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Pulling my t-shirt over my head, I toss it to the floor, remove my belt, and lose the rest of my clothes.
Tracy’s eyes follow the lines of my body as I stand naked before her, my dick painfully hard, and she rubs those sexy as sin thighs together again.
“You don’t know the meaning of sore yet.” I grab her ankle, yanking her down the bed as she lets out a shriek. “By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk from this bed.”
And then I see it. For the briefest of seconds, I see the smile that splits her face and the sense of adventure that lights her eyes, before she twists her ankle out of my grip and rolls off the bed.
“You’ll have to catch me first,” she calls over her shoulder, her voice light as she darts out the door.
Fuck, my heart hammers, my adrenaline spiking as her footsteps disappear down the hall. Every time I think I’ve pushed Tracy to her limit, she comes back swinging, challenging me at every turn.
If my girl wants to run, I’ll gladly chase.
Reaching down, I grab my belt, then stride out of the bedroom. There are only so many places she can hide in here, and I’ll have her at my mercy again soon.
I check both of the other bedrooms on this side of the condo, then stride out to the living area. She’s nowhere in sight, which leaves one last place to check.
Fisting the belt in one hand, I take quiet steps to my home office, but when I poke my head in, there’s nothing.
Where the hell…
A door closes on the other end of the condo and I move, running back in the direction I came, only to find all the bedroom doors closed now.
“You’re only delaying the inevitable,” I tell her as I open the door to one of the guest rooms and find it empty. “I will be fucking you tonight, sweetheart, so just surrender while you can.”
Silence.
Well, there’s a first. Apparently, the only time she’ll keep her mouth shut is if I’m trying to find her.
Pushing open the door to the next bedroom, I do a quick scan of the room and find it empty as well. That leaves only one place.
I grip the door handle to my bedroom, my heart thundering in my chest in anticipation. When I push the door open, I find an empty room, but I know she’s in here.
“Come out, sunshine,” I call. “I know that sweet pussy of yours is dripping for me. Let me give it what it wants.”
I move on quiet feet toward the bathroom, and just as I step in, I hear her.
Whipping around, I find her shimmying out from under the bed and darting for the door again. Only this time, she’s not fast enough.
I race after her, tossing the belt on the bed as I go by, and grab her around the waist when I catch her. Lifting her feet from the floor, I haul her over to the bed.
“Blake!” she squeals as she flails her arms.
I throw her on the bed and climb over her before she can get away again, settling between her thighs and pinning both of her wrists to the mattress beside her head.
She breathes heavily, her blond hair spread out around her in a mess. Her nipples brush against my chest with every inhale, and the playful smile on her face… fuck, it’s enough to have my heart aching.
“You caught me,” she says, her playful smile fading, only to be replaced with that sexy, wicked one she gets right before she’s about to torture me. “Are you going to fuck me now and finally prove yourself?”
I smirk down at her, and the smile falls from her face. “I’m not just going to fuck you, sweetheart. I’m going to absolutely ruin you.”
Sliding her arm above her head, I capture both of her wrists in one of my hands, holding them in place as I reach down and grab the belt. She wiggles beneath me when she sees what I have.
I wrap the belt around her wrists, pulling it tight but being careful that it doesn’t cut into her skin. “Feel okay?” I ask as I give it a small tug.
She nods. “Yes.”
“Keep your arms up. If they start to hurt, tell me.” I get on my knees, trailing my hands down her arms, over her soft skin, and to her breasts.
“Careful. Your concern for my comfort is making me think you don’t really hate me.” Her eyes burn into me, that spark of anger resurfacing from the words I said to her the last time I was with her.
I palm her breasts, gently kneading the flesh and running my thumbs over her nipples. “I never hated you, Trace.”
“Well, you sure had a funny way of showing it,” she retorts, though the bite in her words is betrayed by the way her nipples are hardening under my touch. I pull on them, gently tugging and tweaking, and she moans.
Leaning down, I nestle myself between her thighs, supporting myself on my forearms. Her deliciously wet cunt rolls against my groin as I take a nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling the sensitive peak until she’s arching into me.
“I hated that you tore into my life like a tornado,” I confess, dragging my mouth to the valley of her breasts and licking a path between them.
“I hated that you threatened to upend everything I’ve worked so hard for.
” I nuzzle her other breast, running my tongue over her hardened nipple.
“I hated that I couldn’t control you. That I couldn’t dictate what would happen with you.
And I hated that no matter what I did, I couldn’t win with you. ”
I shift up until I’m hovering over her. She turns her head to the side and I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “But I never hated you, Trace. Not for one fucking second did I hate you.”
“Then what are we doing here?” she asks, her voice strained. “All the back and forth, the animosity and fighting. How do we move on from here? How do we make this work?”
I grin down at her. “This? Like, our relationship?”
She narrows her eyes at me. “I meant, how do we go back to working together?”
“Well, for starters, you can follow my ground rules.” I grind my dick into her.
“Oh my god, you’re insufferable. No fucking ground rules.”
I reach down and kiss her neck. “No ground rules. How about just fucking, then?”
“Blake, I’m serious.”
I pull back and peer down at her, this gorgeous woman who challenges me at every turn. Who somehow managed to weasel herself into my life, and now I can’t imagine her not being in it. “What do you want, Trace? Because I’m not letting you leave—the brokerage or me.”
“I want to stay,” she says. “And whatever this is between us, I want to see where it goes. But…”
“But what?”
Her eyes dart away before meeting mine again.
“I don’t want anyone to know we’re together.
Not yet, at least, because I don’t want anyone to think I’m getting preferential treatment from you.
I want people to respect me as a colleague for my ability.
I want to prove myself. I want to be treated just like everyone else. ”
“So, we’re together?” I reach down and cup her pussy.
She glares at me. “Is that all you took away from that?”
“Yes, because it means I can fuck you whenever I want.” I rub my thumb over her clit and she rolls her hips up into it. “And I’ll keep it quiet on one condition.”
“What’s that?” she asks, her body writhing under me.
“Admit you’re mine.”
Her eyes meet my own, her perfect, full lips parting slightly. She lifts her arms, sliding her bound wrists over my head and pulling me back down to her lips, kissing me deeply as her tongue darts out to find mine.
I return the kiss with just as much fervor, our tongues battling for dominance.
I nibble on her bottom lip, tugging it into my mouth as I grind into her, my dick desperate to plunge inside her tight heat.
She rolls her hips into me, and I grab her arms, removing them from around my neck and pinning them above her head again.
“Admit it,” I demand, my voice like gravel as my entire being yearns to hear the words from her mouth.
“I’m yours,” she breathes, a small, shy smile playing on her lips.
“Good, now be my good girl and let me fuck you like I hate you.”
I lean back and lift Tracy’s legs, throwing them over my shoulders and pushing her knees to her ears, spreading her wide. And then I slide home, sheathing myself into her tight, wet heat in one long thrust.
“Ohhh,” she groans as I fill her completely, holding myself deep—so fucking deep in this position. And when it becomes unbearable to hold still any longer, I move, pulling back and thrusting my hips into her hard.
My hands rest beside her head as I lean over her, keeping her held in this position, folded almost in half for me as I pound into her, setting a ruthless pace.
“Fuck, you’re the best thing I’ve ever felt.” I grunt, slamming into her over and over again.
“Mmph, Blake, please…” she whines.
“What do you need, Trace?” I ask, leaning down and bringing my lips to hers as I drag myself slowly out of her this time before slamming back in. Her entire body scoots up the bed.
“Touch me,” she pants against my mouth. “Please.”
I reach a hand between us and flick her clit. “Like this?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “More.”
I rub her clit as I drive into her like a man possessed, savoring every second of this, of the feel of her, of the sounds she makes. And when her pussy starts to contract around me, I shift my hips, rolling them as I pull back and dragging my dick over her g-spot.
She comes with my name on her lips, and I rub her clit through it, driving into her as her pussy clamps down on me and I pull every second of pleasure I can from her.
Her pussy grips me so tight, I grit my teeth, willing myself not to come. As she finally relaxes beneath me, I slow my pace and let her legs fall from my shoulders, my forearms coming to rest beside her head as she stretches out beneath me.
Sweat slicks our bodies, her tits sliding under my chest as I reach down and claim her mouth again. This time it’s sloppy, our lips and tongues sliding against each other in a mismatched synchrony as we devour each other’s mouths.
Tearing myself away, I move alongside her, undo the belt around her wrists, then grab her hip and shoulder, nudging her over. “Get on your stomach.”
She rolls over and I grab her arms, pulling them behind her back. “Bend your elbows,” I tell her. “Put them across your back like at your apartment.”
“You mean when you duct taped them and forced yourself down my throat?” she sasses.
“Yes.” I grab the belt and wrap it around her forearms, binding them together horizontally across her lower back. “And lose the attitude or I’ll be coming down your throat instead of in your cunt.”
“Ugh, fine,” she says, then wiggles her ass, taunting me.
“For someone who just had her second orgasm of the night, you sure have a lot of sass left in you. Do I need to fuck you harder, sweetheart?”
She wiggles her ass some more. “Make me your whore, Blake.”
Fuck. Me.
I spread her thighs apart, kneel between them, then grab her hips, lifting her ass into the air as her chest presses into the mattress.
“Tell me if I’m too rough,” I say, running my hands over her ass. “Otherwise, shut the fuck up and let me enjoy this cunt.”
I grip her hips and slide back into her soaking wet pussy. This time, I don’t wait for her to adjust, slamming into her at a quick pace, our skin slapping and her ass rippling.
When she moans, I reach forward, grabbing her bound forearms as I lean back and use the leverage to lift her off the bed. I hold her there, bent over before me, my arms outstretched in front of me as I grip her forearms and tear into her cunt.
Her tits hang, swaying with every thrust into her. It’s rough, it’s primal, it’s dirty, and I can’t fucking get enough.
“Blake, please,” she moans.
“Does my needy whore want to come again?” I slam into her.
“Uh huh,” she manages to get out, just as I pound into her again and she lets out a grunt.
“Then come, sweetheart. Come like the good girl I know you are.”
I slow, gently lowering her chest back to the mattress and releasing her arms. I grip her hip with one hand while reaching around her with the other to find her clit.
Picking up my pace again, I thrust into her with a vengeance, and she screams, her pussy holding me like a vise as she falls apart again.
Only this time, I’m not able to hold off my own orgasm, and I come with her, my hips stuttering as I pump her full of cum. Her pussy clamps tight around my cock, holding me in her warmth as she convulses around me, until finally, we both come down from our high.
When I pull out, she collapses onto her stomach, her skin covered in sweat and her breathing ragged. Undoing the belt around her arms, I toss it to the floor, lay down beside her and drag her onto my chest.
She doesn’t put up a fight, instead snuggling into me and throwing a leg over my hips. I can feel the wetness between her thighs running out onto my skin, and it has my lips tipping up into a smile.
“What?” she asks, and I look down to see her watching me intently. “What’s that smirk for?”
Grabbing her thigh, I hold her tighter against me. “I like the idea of my cum seeping out of you.”
I expect a smart-ass remark from her like usual, so it catches me off guard when she quietly says, “Me, too.”
I reach for her chin, tilting her head back and forcing her to look at me. “Tell me you won’t leave.”
“I won’t leave,” she says, her voice sure as her blue eyes sear into me.
“Promise, Trace.”
I don’t know why I need the reassurance. I don’t know why I need to hear the words, knowing they’re just useless syllables with no real consequence if she doesn’t mean them. But my heart beats wildly in my chest at the thought of her walking away now. Of her ever thinking about leaving again.
She readjusts herself, shuffling up my chest and grabbing my face in her hands. Her lips find mine in the softest, sweetest kiss, and she says, “I promise.”