Page 77 of In Their Hearts
Without another breath, he pushes deep inside of me. My body is ready and accepting him. They’ve stretched me, made a place for themselves within me.
He takes me desperately, showing me exactly what I am to him. Making sure I never forget. I grip the ledge, hanging on tight as my ass gets warm from the friction of the counter.
His hands spread me wider, and we watch as he pushes into me. Over and over. My cream covers his cock. It’s erotic, and I’m unbelievably turned on. I feel another mind-erasing orgasm approaching with each thrust.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Look at your cunt taking me so well. It knows what it wants. What do you want, Jo?”
Oh my god. He wants me to think now. I’m already so close. Shit, what did he ask? I swear, the harder I try to focus, the harder his thrusts become.
“Jo, say yes to moving in.” His cock hits something deep within me. “Say yes to not being single anymore. Let us love you.”
I can’t answer. Too lost in bliss as he fucks me and I come hard.
“Clay! Oh shit! Ah!”
“Yes, that’s it. Come on my cock, but I’m not stopping until I have your answer. I don’t care how many orgasms I have to give you.”
He pulls me off the edge of the counter, deepening his angle. I didn’t think he could get any further inside of me. I was so very wrong.
Shit.
It’s too much.
“Clay… I…” All I can do is hang on as another orgasm builds within me, and I can’t stop it. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to gain some control of what’s happening, but I know it's no use.
“Don’t tell me, maybe.” Thrust. “I want a yes.” Thrust. “I need that.”
It hits me that I don’t want to run from him. I want to run towards him. I want both of them.
“Yes! God, yes, Clay. I’ll move in and try this with both of you. Only with both of you.”
“Thank fuck.” He picks me up, and I wrap my arms around him, hanging on for dear life. His cock is so hard and swollen inside of me. I need him to come. To fill me up like he’s promised so many times.
“Clay, come inside of me. Please. I need it.”
“I… fuck… I’m sorry.” He pants and starts putting me back on the counter. I see his worry.
I grip him hard and push my hips into his. “No. Clay, I need you inside of me and giving me what you promised.”
He moans and bites his lip, attempting to hold back. “I can’t, baby.”
“Please. I won’t get pregnant. I’m on the shot. I can take it. Clay, I fucking want it.”
It’s as if a switch goes off, losing all of his control as my name falls from his lips, giving me what I want.
He holds me up. Fucking into me relentlessly. Then I feel it. Hot cum hits the inside of my pussy. His cock twitches endlessly inside of my walls, giving me all of it.
We just stay like this for a minute, holding each other and trying to breathe. The air smells of sweat and sex. There’s so much meaning held in this connection.
“Thank you.” He pants, sweat still rolling down his temples.
“It’s time I live my life on my own terms. And that starts here with you and Grant. I just wish he were here too.”
I have nothing to lose. I’ve been letting fears and my past dictate my life for far too long. It stops now.
“Me too. I’m never letting you go, Jo.”
“Good, I don’t want you to.”
