“More,” she whimpered. “I need more.”
Fuck, I’d give her everything she asked for. Everything.
“I want it from . . . behind.”
I hesitated. I’d avoided this position for so long, haunted by my past and the shame it carried. It had been a trigger for me, a reminder of a time when I felt disconnected. With Charlie, I always wanted her to feel how much she meant to me, how deeply I loved her.
Her forehead touched mine, grounding me as she softly pressed her lips against my cheek. “I trust you. I want this.”
Fuck it.
I gripped her waist tightly and effortlessly lifted her as I moved us from the chair to the bed. Positioning her on her knees, I turned her to face the headboard. Her breath hitched, her back arching as I leaned in close.
“Knees on the mattress. Hands on the headboard.”
She obeyed, crawling forward until her fingers wrapped around the headboard like she was bracing herself. The sight of her like this—completely open, completely mine—had my control hanging by a thread.
I moved in behind her, gripping her waist, fingers digging into her soft skin as I lined myself up. Her ass was high in the air, her back arched perfectly, every inch of her on display.
I took a deep breath and pushed into her. Tight. Hot. Wet. Her walls clenched around me, pulling me deeper. She fit me perfectly, squeezing me like she never wanted to let go.
She moaned, the sound raw, and the way she gripped me made my head spin. I stayed there, buried in her, feeling every pulse, every twitch, letting her body ground me before I lost control.
I tightened my grip on her waist, pulled back out, then slammed into her. Her moans echoed in the room. My handsdug into her hips, pulling her back onto me as I drove in deeper, the slap of skin loud and relentless.
She flexed her ass cheeks, squeezing me tight, and I groaned, the control slipping from my grasp. I thrust harder, letting her body milk every inch. Her movements synced with mine, her hips rolling back as her ass bounced against me.
I slid my thumb down, pressing against her tightest hole, teasing as I fucked her harder. She gasped, her back arching, but she didn’t stop moving. I pushed in slightly, her ass swallowing the tip of my thumb, driving me to thrust deeper, faster.
She clawed at the sheets, her head dropping as she cried out, her voice raw. “More,” she choked out, and I gave it to her.
Hard, unrelenting.
I slapped her ass, watching it jiggle as I filled her again and again. She moaned louder, her body tightening around me.
I slid my hand back to her tightest spot, circling it with my thumb. “You good with this?”
“Yes . . . fuck, yes.”
I pressed deeper, sliding my thumb into the tight heat of her ass, and her entire body tensed beneath me, clenching around both points of contact. She gasped, the sound sharp and desperate, her ass snug around my thumb while her pussy tightened on my cock.
The pressure was perfect, her body letting me know she liked every move I made. Her moans grew louder as I fucked her harder, her ass gripping my thumb like it didn’t want to let go. The intensity of it, the filth, the way she opened herself up so completely for me—it was overwhelming in the best way, every sensation amplified as I drove into her, giving her exactly what she begged for.
I paused, buried deep inside her. “I’m going to come inside you.”
“Please, fill me up. I need it. I need you.”
Her begging sent a rush of heat through me, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I slammed into her, hard and relentless, feeling her body tighten around me as her cries grew louder, more frantic. Her walls clenched, fluttering as her orgasm hit her, and she came undone, soaking my cock as her legs trembled violently.
I pulled my thumb from her ass, and the sudden emptiness pushed her over the edge completely. She screamed, her body shuddering as she gushed all over me, her wetness dripping down to my thighs.
The sight, the sounds, the feeling of her coming so hard was too much. I thrust deep one last time, groaning as I came, spilling into her in thick, hot pulses. It felt endless, my cock twitching as I filled her.
The mess was everywhere—her juices soaking me, my release spilling out of her, mixing together as we collapsed into the filthy chaos we’d created. She moaned softly, still trembling, and I stayed inside her, her body pulsing around me as we both tried to catch our breath.
I pulled out slowly, groaning as more of my release spilled from her, dripping down her thighs.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I murmured, brushing a kiss against her shoulder before grabbing two towels from the closet.
