Page 65 of Forever Fighting
“What about birth control?” Though the thought of knocking up Braelyn, of having my baby inside of her, makes me harder than steel. That’s a new fucking kink for me and I already have a long list.
“I have an IUD.”
My lips slam back down on hers, and I kiss her and kiss her and kiss her. My lips trail along her jaw and down the slope of her neck, where my teeth graze her thrumming carotid. Shewhimpers and squirms, and I pinch her nipple with my other hand in warning.
“You’re going to have to hold still.”
“I’m not sure I can.”
“Try for me.” The multitude of ways I mean that are likely clear in my tone.
She stops squirming, and the pleasure that ripples through me is intense. I continue down her body, kissing and sucking, even biting because I want to see her skin redden from me. I want her marked. I want her to feel that too. Sucking a nipple into my mouth, I release her hands and my cock throbs when I see she’s left them there. I rub it against her thigh so she feels it. So she knows how happy and hard she’s made me. Then I thrust up her tits and scrape my teeth along the tight peaks.
“Ah,” she cries, twitching left and right. I let it go and continue to lick and suck at her tits while my hand slides between her thighs, one finger slipping inside of her.
“So wet for me.”
“Roman, please,” she whines. “I want you inside of me.”
I want to be inside of her too. That’s all there is to this. Everything else fades, and I climb back up her, my face above hers, our eyes locked. I lift her thigh and place it on my hip and settle between her legs. Her cunt is so warm, and I drag the head of my cock up and down her slit, watching her face as I do. As I touch her like this.
Her cheeks flush red, and her hands lose the battle with staying above her head and come to my shoulders. I line up with her entrance and push inside of her. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. A wave of euphoria intoxicates me, creating a haze around everything. She’s so goddamn tight stars are already dancing behind my eyes.
My neck arches back and my eyes close. I’m positive I groan a long, “Fuuuck,” because it can’t be helped.
Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Wait. Don’t move.”
My head snaps down, and I take her in. “What’s wrong?”
“Big.”
I try not to smile. I truly do. But… “Oh.”
“Don’tohme. Just give me a moment.”
“Baby, I’ll give you a lifetime.” I dip and kiss her, and with that, I roll us so she’s on top of me. My cock is still inside her, but now I’m propped up on a pillow with her straddling me. “Better?”
She nods. “Yes.”
I’ll be honest. It’s a hell of a view with her like this. Her slightly smaller than a handful tits and her smooth, creamy stomach, and dark, curly hair all around her.
“Christ, you’re so beautiful.” I reach up and play with her tits. “So fucking beautiful, Braelyn.”
“You are too, you know.” She bends to kiss me, but sits up again, her hands on my chest as she rocks forward and backward like a pendulum, testing, adjusting, and taking me in. It’s killing me not to thrust up, but her expression right now makes it worth it. She lifts onto her knees and allows me to slip partially out along the way before she pushes back down. My eyes roll back in my head, and my hands grip her tighter.
“Fucking hell, that’s so good.” Understatement. Holy hell, that’s an understatement. Nothing has ever been better than this. “Keep moving. I want you to fuck me until you come, but you’re getting more than one. One you’ll take, one I’ll give you.”
“Oh god.” She moans loudly and starts to bounce on me, her tits moving with her. I join her, finally thrusting up into her now that she’s ready for me. I pound, one hand on her hip, the other finding her clit. I rub her in hard, tight circles before I test her a bit and pinch it.
Her head flies back along with her hands that meet my calves, and she squeals. But she’s also grinding harder, deeper, opening herself up for me to continue to touch her like this, and I do. I’m so hard for her. Harder than I’ve ever been in mylife. I pull on her nipple and roll her clit, and my girl is fucking me so hard now. She’s absolutely incredible, and I tell her that.
She’s getting close. I can see it all over her, and I help her get there. I jab into her, but she’s doing most of the work. This one is hers, as I said, and when she comes, it takes everything in me not to come with her. I clench my jaw and my ass cheeks and hold my breath and watch as she comes all over my cock, squeezing it tight and making me so slick I can hardly stand how good it feels.
The moment she settles down, her movements slowing, I spin her around on me and bring her down to the bed until she’s on her stomach and I’m behind her. I push her legs closed so it’s an even tighter fit, one she’ll feel like an ache in her belly, and I thrust back into her.
“Now the one I’m going to take,” I rasp in her ear and force her hands above her head. I hold her wrists with one hand, my other pushed into her back between her shoulder blades, so all she can do is lie here and take what I’m giving her.
We don’t have a safe word, and I have to be cautious, but having her pinned beneath me sets off the fractured, depraved part of my mind, and I pull out, only to press right back into her, hitting her front wall with the head of my cock and gliding along it with the rest of my shaft.
