Chapter 15 #4
Until she's face to face with me.
Our eyes lock.
The intensity is overwhelming.
It's like we're reading each other's thoughts.
Like we're one person in two bodies.
She reaches down and grips my cock.
Positions it.
And then she slowly—*so fucking slowly*—slides down onto me.
We both moan.
Her pussy is tight.
Hot.
Soaked.
She takes me inch by inch, her body adjusting to my size.
I can see the way her face tenses.
The way her breath catches.
It hurts.
I know it does.
But she doesn't stop.
She keeps going until I'm buried inside her completely.
"Fuck," I breathe.
She sits there for a moment, her hands braced on my chest, her eyes closed.
Then she starts to move.
Slowly at first.
Up.
Down.
Her hips rolling.
But then she picks up the pace.
Faster.
Harder.
She's riding me like her life depends on it.
Like this is something that's been missing from both our lives.
And maybe it has.
I sit up, my hands gripping her bare body.
One hand on her hip.
The other sliding up her back.
She moves up and down, her breasts bouncing, her moans filling the room.
"I've wanted you," I tell her, my voice rough. "Every fucking day, Bec's. I thought about you. I watched you. I *needed* you."
Her eyes open, locking onto mine.
"I love you," I say, and I mean it. "And you're going to feel the same way. I'll make sure of it."
She grips my head, pulling me close, and rides me harder.
Faster.
Her pussy clenching around my cock.
I lean down and take her breast into my mouth.
Sucking.
Nibbling on her nipple.
She cries out.
"Fuck me," she moans. "Fuck me harder. Make this pussy cum, baby. Show me how much you really want me."
I grip her hips and thrust up into her.
Hard.
Deep.
She screams.
Her nails dig into my shoulders.
Her body trembles.
And I can feel it—
She's right there.
Right on the edge.
And I'm going to push her over.
I thrust deeper.
Harder.
My hands move from her hips to her waist, gripping her tight, pulling her down onto me with every upward thrust.
The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room.
Wet.
Raw.
Primal.
"Silas," she moans, her voice breaking. "Fuck—*Silas*—"
Hearing my name on her lips like that—desperate, needy—makes something snap inside me.
I thrust harder.
Deeper.
My cock hitting that spot inside her that makes her whole body jerk.
Her pussy is so tight around me.
So wet.
I can feel her arousal coating my cock, dripping down onto my thighs.
"That's it, baby," I growl. "Take it. Take all of me."
She's riding me like she's possessed.
Like she needs this as much as I do.
Her breasts bounce with every movement, and I can't help myself—I reach up and grip one, squeezing, my thumb brushing over her nipple.
She gasps.
Her head falls back.
Her mouth opens in a silent scream.
"Harder," she begs. "Fuck me harder, Silas. I need—I need—"
"I know what you need," I tell her, my voice dark and possessive.
I shift my grip, one hand sliding up to the back of her neck, pulling her down so our foreheads are almost touching.
Our eyes lock.
And I thrust up into her.
Hard.
Deep.
So deep I can feel her cervix.
She cries out, her nails raking down my chest, leaving red marks in their wake.
The pain only makes me harder.
"You feel that?" I ask, my voice rough. "You feel how deep I am inside you?"
"Yes," she gasps. "Yes—fuck—yes—"
"This pussy is mine," I tell her, thrusting again. "You're *mine*, Bec's. Say it."
"Yours," she moans. "I'm yours—fuck—I'm yours—"
Her body is trembling.
I can feel it.
The way her thighs are shaking.
The way her breath is coming in short, desperate gasps.
The way her pussy is tightening around my cock, clenching harder with every thrust.
She's close.
So fucking close.
"Cum for me," I command, my hand tightening on the back of her neck. "Cum on my cock, Bec's. Show me how much you want me."
"I'm—I'm—" she stammers, her voice breaking.
"Do it," I growl. "Cum for me. *Now*."
I thrust up into her one more time, hitting that spot deep inside her, and she shatters.
Her orgasm hits like a tidal wave.
Her whole body convulses.
Her pussy clamps down around my cock so tight I can barely move.
She screams my name—loud, raw, unrestrained.
"*Silas*—fuck—*Silas*—"
Her nails dig into my shoulders so hard I know she's drawing blood.
But I don't care.
I can't care.
Because watching her come undone on top of me—feeling her pussy pulsing around my cock, hearing her scream my name—is the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced.
I keep thrusting.
Riding her through it.
Prolonging her orgasm as long as I can.
Her body is shaking.
Trembling.
Her breath coming in ragged gasps.
And I can feel my own release building.
Fast.
Overwhelming.
Unstoppable.
"Fuck," I groan. "Bec's—I'm—"
"Cum inside me," she gasps, her voice hoarse. "I want to feel you. I want all of you."
That's all it takes.
My orgasm slams into me like a freight train.
I thrust into her one last time, burying myself as deep as I can go, and I explode.
My cock throbs inside her, releasing pulse after pulse of cum deep into her pussy.
I groan her name—guttural, primal.
"*Becca*—fuck—*Becca*—"
My hands grip her hips so hard I know I'm leaving bruises.
But she doesn't pull away.
She stays right there, her body still trembling, her pussy still clenching around me, milking every last drop.
We're both shaking.
Breathless.
Covered in sweat.
I pull her down against my chest, wrapping my arms around her, holding her tight.
My forehead presses against hers.
Our breathing is ragged.
Uneven.
Slowly syncing.
I can feel her heartbeat against my chest.
Fast.
Frantic.
Matching mine.
"Fuck," she whispers, her voice barely audible.
"Yeah," I breathe.
I don't let go.
I can't.
Not yet.
Maybe not ever.
Because now that I've had her—now that I've felt her come apart in my arms, heard her scream my name, felt her pussy clench around my cock—I know one thing for certain.
I'm never letting her go.
She's mine.
And I'll burn the whole fucking world down before I let anyone take her from me again.