Page 32 of Rehabilitated

My hand snakes between us to wrap around his stiffening cock.

He growls, rolling us until I’m pinned beneath him. “I’ll take care of you. I don’t like the thought of you in pain.”

“I’m not,” I protest. “I need you.”

His lips wrap around one of my nipples, and he sucks the stiff cherry into his mouth. I wrap my legs around his waist, rocking against his dick as he teases my breasts.

His cock is oversized like the rest of him, and I’m amazed I was able to take him last night.

“Goddamn, mate,” Russo groans as my juices coat his length. “So damn hot.”

“Quit teasing me,” I order.

He chuckles, switching to my other nipple. His hands mold my tits, his teeth scraping along the swell of my breast before he licks lower, flicking his tongue over the stiff nub until I’m writhing beneath him.

I can’t take it any longer. I angle my hips, rocking upward until the tip of his cock is positioned at my entrance. I squeeze my thighs around his waist, urging him forward until he sinks slowly inside me.

“Fuuuuccckkkk,” Russo moans against my skin. “That’s it, mate. Take all of it.”

I whine, bucking my hips as I absorb inch after inch inside my snug channel. He stretches me, filling me so perfectly. We were made to be together like this.

Once he’s fully seated inside me, I take a deep breath. My inner muscles clamp around him, causing him to curse, his body tensing above me. His forehead rests against my shoulder as he tries to regain his composure. I smirk, squeezing my pussy tighter around him.

“Fuck, Ever. You’re going to make me come before I even get one stroke in.”

“Better start moving then,” I purr.

So he does. Not slow and gentle like last night. This time, he unleashes the beast inside him, pounding into me, rutting me like an animal until I’m screaming his name and clinging to him.

“So sweet,” he grinds out. “So perfect. So mine!”

“Yes, yours, yours,” I chant, my peak growing so high inside me that I’m scared I’ll never recover.

Russo adjusts so he’s kneeling between my thighs, his hands grasping my hips, hitting my clit with each thrust.

“Oh, God,” I gasp, my nails biting into his arms.

I cling to him, my body tightening around him. My legs cinch around his waist, my arms around his neck. I hold on as he moves in and out of me, his pace faltering as he approaches his peak.

“Russo! Mate,” I cry out, my lips pressing against the bite mark on his shoulder as I splinter apart.

“Ever!” he shouts as we come together, clinging to each other as we’re washed away in the current.

My bear roars in my head as my orgasm goes on and on. Russo keeps moving inside me, and I suck in a shaky breath as I slowly come down.

Russo rolls us before he can crush me, and I snuggle against his side, enjoying the afterglow.

We’re silent as we both catch our breaths, and I smile as I burrow closer to his warmth. When I look up, I see Russo’s warm brown eyes, see how happy he looks. I love it. I love that I can make him so happy just by being me. I love that we have forever together.

“I love you,” I whisper.

He tightens his hold on me. “I love you more, mate.”

I laugh, shaking my head.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, cuddling me against his chest.

“The future,” I answer.