His mouth finds my ear, hot breath making me shiver. "Gonna make sure you've never been fucked like this before."
I begin rocking my hips, grinding down on him as he reaches around to pull off my shirt and bra, tossing them aside. His hands find my breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples.
A shameless moan escapes me, my voice trembling with pleasure. We fit together perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle meant to connect. I start bouncing on his cock, his grip on my hips tightening to help me maintain rhythm and balance.
We move faster, harder, my body singing with each thrust. Just when I think it can't get any better, his lips brush my ear again.
"Ready to get fucked like never before?" he growls.
"Yes," I gasp. "Please, Rage. Fuck me."
Chapter 10 - Rage
"Ready to get fucked like never before?" I growl into Claire's ear.
"Yes," she gasps. "Please, Rage. Fuck me."
Her response sends a jolt straight to my cock, already buried deep inside her. I can barely form a coherent thought. All I want is Claire, in every way I can have her. Her body is a fucking sin against me, curves in all the places I love to grab, extra flesh to grip and rough up. Her face is beautiful, cheeks flushed rose-pink, eyes gleaming with desire as she looks back at me over her shoulder.
I stand suddenly, keeping my cock pressed deep inside her, and shove her forward until she's bent before me. I gather her hair in one hand, pulling just enough to arch her back, while my other hand finds her breast, making sure she's not going anywhere. Then I start to move.
My hips snap forward in powerful thrusts, slamming into her pussy harder than I've fucked anyone in years. In my head, I've got something to prove. I need to be the best fuck she's ever had. She needs to know exactly what she'll be missing if she leaves.
Because as hard as it is to admit, I want her to stay. With me. I want to see what could be between us. I want Claire to be my woman, my old lady, to grow together with me and Eli.
But she's younger, has so much life ahead of her. Probably doesn't want to be a mom right now, doesn't need the complication of my life. Still, after tonight, after surviving together, I'll fight for this. Once we're done, I'll tell her everything. This is a celebration, and I want the fireworks in my heart, my body, and my cock.
"Harder," she pleads, pushing back against me. "Fuck me harder."
I gladly oblige, ravaging her mercilessly. The furniture around us seems to shake with the force of our fucking, but I don't stop. I slap her ass, leaving a red handprint on her pale flesh, pound into her relentlessly, my balls slapping against her with each thrust.
"You're mine," I growl, not even sure where the words come from. "Fucking mine."
She looks back at me, smiling through her pleasure, mouthing the words back: "I'm yours."
As good as this is, something's missing. I want to see her face, look into her eyes when she comes. I want to watch her fall apart because of me.
I slow my pace, and she immediately notices. "Are you okay?" she asks, breathless.
"I've got an idea," I tell her, pulling out completely.
She turns to face me, pussy glistening with her juices, left breast red from my fingers. She's marked, and I fucking love it. I grip her ass, scooping her up effortlessly and placing her on the living room table.
"This table is for meals," I say playfully, "and I'm about to have the best one."
She spreads her legs wide, exposing herself completely to me. "Please fuck me," she begs. "I'm already missing your cock."
For a few seconds, I just stroke myself, staring at her beautiful, rosy pussy. It gleams like her sweat-slicked skin, swollen and ready for me. She begs again, a desperate "Please" that nearly finishes me right there.
I step forward, lining my cock up with her entrance and sliding in easily. She's so fucking wet, her breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath. I place my hand on her damp cheek, brushing hair from her face.
"You look lovely," I tell her, keeping a steady, slower pace now, but each thrust is powerful, ramming deep inside her. One time. Two times. Three times. Her whole body is shaking, eyes starting to roll back.
"I'm going to—" she tries to warn me, but her words disappear into a moan. She grips one of her breasts, her pussy clenching around my cock as she arches off the table, coming hard.
I don't stop fucking her. I can't. I need to continue, need to finish inside her and mark her as mine. From now on, she'll belong to me.
She raises her head, looking at me with half-lidded eyes. "More," she gasps. "Don't stop."
