21. Sock Thief #3
His long fingers tap against something deep inside my pussy, and I’m thankful his free hand is still covering my mouth because I scream so hard tears leak from the corner of my eyes. Then he withdraws his thick digits, and the slurping sound my pussy makes has me squeezing my eyelids tight.
“Oh, baby. You come so prettily for me.”
My chest is heaving, wrecked, gasping.
How did we get here so quickly? It’s like he has a map to every fantasy I’ve ever dared dream.
Or maybe…
Maybe he is the fantasy.
He slides over me. Covering me with his delicious weight. Cradling my head in both his hands. Memorizing the way my face contorts as I struggle to recover from back-to-back intense orgasms that have shredded my mind, tortured my heart, and surrendered my body to whatever sorcery he wields.
“Fuck, Junie.” He stares at me in awe while I’m struggling to focus my eyes.
Everything’s blurry with white halos dotting my vision—hell, maybe this is heaven.
“You ready for me?”
Panic goes to war with lust in my belly. I want him, but I’m not sure I’ll survive it.
“You can handle it, baby,” he croons.
That’s when I feel it. The blunt head of his erection probing my still-throbbing entrance.
He presses in but stops short, staring down at me with a frown. Pulling out, he slowly starts to rock back in but bites down on his bottom lip before straightening to watch where his cock is entering me.
“Jesus,” he snaps. “Fucking. Christ.”
Instantly, I assume something’s wrong and attempt to sit up, but he knows me too well. Anticipating my move, he shoots his hand out, long fingers splayed to the center of my chest, and presses me back down.
“Two fucking orgasms and you’re still so God damn tight.”
Is he—angry?
“Damn, baby.” His expression is thunderous with a carnal desire I’ve never witnessed before. “Fuck. Condom?”
“Pill.”
Green eyes bore into mine. Then he nods because that’s all the conversation we need about this. We’re choosing trust. Maybe blindly. Probably stupidly. But trust just the same.
He thrusts deeper this time, and my hands claw out for his chest, his waist, his arms—I just need to hold on to…something.
Somehow, he knows what I need even as my vocal abilities have gone on hiatus because he leans forward again, resting his forearms near my head so I can clutch him to me.
But it’s his eyes, the way they watch me, the way they’re learning how every drag of his cock affects me, that tells me we’re just getting started.
“How about now? Am I being perfectly”—he thrusts in another inch—“clear”—one more—“now?”
“Clear,” I gasp, and he smirks.
“Good. Because here’s a truth you should know.
” His hips move at a leisurely pace, the shallow movements keeping me on edge.
“I’m about to ruin this pussy for all others…
just as you’ve ruined my heart and soul.
There will be no one else, Juniper. Only you.
” He slams into me so hard, he pushes me up the bed by my pussy. “Only me.”
“Yes.” I’ve long lost the ability to control myself. I whine and beg and plead—he reacts as if it’s all gospel to his ears.
“How’s that for communication?” he taunts.
“So good. So. So good.”
Keeping our chests pressed together, he rolls his hips, grinding into me as far as he can go.
He slips his arms under my shoulders and uses the hold as leverage to do exactly as he promised—ruin me.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about you?” he rasps into my ear.
I claw my nails down his back. He’s so deep inside me that every twitch and thrust is an intentional invasion.
“How many times I’ve imagined tossing you over my desk and fucking you raw?” His thrusts are uneven, powerful and focused. “How many times I’ve wanted to strip you naked and slap your ass for even daring to think that I didn’t want you?”
I sob incoherently into his neck. Not with tears, but with emotion I have no control over.
“How many times I’ve jerked off to thoughts of this sweet fucking pussy, your smart-ass mouth, your ass?” He groans, his entire body tensing as though he’s holding off his orgasm.
“Has anyone ever been inside your ass, sweetheart?” He snakes a hand down my back, lifting me from the mattress in his descent south while never breaking stride with his cock buried deep.
“No.” I don’t have the wherewithal to speak in full sentences.
Then his finger presses against that forbidden hole, and holy mother of fucking peace. I come. I come harder than the first two times combined.
I don’t even see stars this time. My body just…explodes.
“Yes,” he roars. “Fucking yes. You’re going to break my dick, sweetheart. Keep—” He grunts with three fast, hard thrusts. “Squeezing me. Just like—” He slams into me, then still as a statue, he comes.
He orgasms so hard his cum leaks out around the sides of his thick cock, and he continues to slowly slide in and out of me, and I can’t bring myself to worry about any of it.
But I do smile.
Even as my eyes drift closed.
I smile.
Even as he collapses on top of me.
I smile.
And when I hear him whisper, so quietly I don’t think it was meant for me, “I love you, Junie. I’m just terrified of what loving me will cost you.”
I smile.
If only he knew the cost of loving him was already paid years ago.