Page 49 of Broken & Bound

She screamed my name, thrusting her hips back, seeking more of my cock. The dirty sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, and my hand gripped her waist. My fingers dug into the soft flesh as I fucked her hard.

She let out a breathy scream of ecstasy. Her body trembled beautifully. I wanted to hold out longer, take my time with her, but fuck, it was damn near impossible. The way her insides gripped my cock was so tight I could barely move in and out of her.

“You’re going to make me come,” I said.

The tingling at the base of my spine was enough of a hint that I was losing the battle.

“Fuck. It feels so good. I crave it. I crave you. Fill me with your cum.”

I groaned at the visual she painted. It would be irresponsible to come inside her again, but fuck if I didn’t want to. Desperately. A new vision replaced the first. It was her with a swollen belly, stretched to capacity as my child nestled snug in her womb.

The thought alone had me growling her name at the same time as my hot cum spilled into her sweet body. It went on forever. Her muscles worked the entire length of me until I collapsed on top of her.

I rolled us over onto our side, keeping my dick firmly seated inside her body. I wasn’t ready to pull out. My fingers found her breasts, and I pulled on her nipples.

“You like those, don’t you?” she murmured, her breath uneven. Her hands wrapped around mine.

“More than you’ll ever know,” I said, kissing her neck.

My pulse still raced, and I took deep breaths to slow it down. There was something to be said about the moments after being intimate with her that I was still coming to terms with. I thought back on my relationship with Hannah.

Immediate distance had always been standard protocol. She demanded in a thousand different ways. There was never a chance to linger in each other’s arms. She hadn’t wanted to. So true to what I knew, I allowed that to carry over into my club life.

I only played with the women who didn’t need or want much in the way of aftercare. It was easier. And truth be told, there was a desire for distance even within myself. Maybe because part of my makeup was monogamy and genuine commitment.

And that wasn’t feasible with them. The connections were never that deep. I knew what it was. Release. But I craved intimacy with Isabella. In fact, I wanted nothing more than to be closer than humanly possible.

That scared me more than anything. But with her laying tucked against my side, her back pressed to my chest, the chatter stopped. My fingers drifted lazily along the curve of her breasts, tracing patterns against her heated skin. Her own breathing was slowly evening out.

The room smelled of sex and her perfume, the faint scent clinging to the pillows and my skin alike. I loved it. Every so often she shifted slightly against me, soft and boneless in the aftermath, and each tiny movement threatened to derail my train of thought completely.

The fear that she might not want a dynamic had been quieted by our earlier conversation. But there was one more important conversation that we still needed to have. The matter was taking up precious space between us.

I pressed a kiss against her bare shoulder, letting my lips linger there for a second before dragging my hand lower, settling it against her stomach. That same vision I had of her, swollen from a few minutes ago, tormented me.

“We should talk,” I started.

“About?”

“Home. What the game plan is?”

A quiet groan left her, more tired than annoyed, and she burrowed further into the pillow. “Can’t we save it for the plane?”

“No.” My fingers flexed lightly against her satin skin before cupping her breasts and kneading them. “I need to know we’re on the same page. I think we need a plan. I don’t like ambiguity.”

She was quiet for a moment, and I felt the subtle shift in her body before she answered. “Understood. I need time.”

I breathed her in again, buying myself a second before asking the question that was pressing hard against my ribs.

“How much time?”

Silence greeted me, and she moved her hands away from mine. I let her breasts go. My heart raced, and a nervousness grew inside me. How the hell was I supposed to keep this secret?

Bash had already booked a session for me, figuring I’d want it. I wanted everyone in on things. Keeping this from him wouldn’t end well. I caressed her red ass once more before pulling out of her sweet cunt.

I sat up on the edge of the bed with my back turned to her. Raking a hand through my hair, I stood and made my way to the bathroom to clean up and get a warm wash-cloth for her. When I came back, she lay there, staring up at the ceiling. Her expression was unreadable.

I leaned down and spread her wide, wiping my cum from between her legs.