“I need you, baby, but I don’t want to hurt you.” I can’t stop myself from grinding my length against her core, we both still have our pants on but the friction is still enough to make us moan.
“Just be careful with my ankle, I know you’d never hurt me.” This woman. Her words hit me right in the chest, I lean back and take a moment to catch my breath. Elle, ever the impatient, takes my breath away before I get the chance to catch it when she takes her own shirt off. “Baby.” I groan, fighting for my life. I do a quick sweep of her positioning, she’s open up for me but it can’t be comfortable.
Elle’s hand moves up to cup her breasts and she lets out a little gasp as she starts to tease her nipples. “Let’s get these off of you before we both go crazy, baby.” My hands tug down on the waistband of her pants and panties. It’s a little awkward trying to make sure she doesn’t put too much pressure on her ankle but soon enough she’s gloriously naked in front of me now.
Her foot is off the pillow now, legs still spread wide for me and I see how wet she is.
“This perfect pussy’s weeping for me, baby.” I reach out and run a finger through her slit, circling her clit before bringing my fingers back and tasting my girl.
“Don’t tease me, Patrick." She’s trying so hard to sound grumpy but I know how much my girl likes it when I taste her. My tongue darts out to get the last of her flavor on my bottom lip before I grab the calf of her injured ankle and rest it on my shoulder. “I wouldn’t dream of it, baby.” Once she’s adjusted to this new position, I feast.
It’s like I’m a man possessed as I take my grumpy goddess in my mouth. Months of learning her body, discovering what she likes, what drives her wild, what she loves. I let my mouth focus on her hard little pearl and slip two fingers into my girl, teasing and stretching her. She’s so tight and already, I can feel her walls fluttering.
Elle’s arousal paints my face as she comes but I don’t stop worshiping until she grabs a handful of my hair and shoves my head away. I press my hand against my cock. I’m so hard it hurts, the pressure gives momentary relief before I remember that I did not come prepared for her to let me get this far with her being hurt.
“I don’t have any condoms, baby” Elle’s shaking her head before I can get the words out.
“I want to feel all of you, I love you and Ineedyou.” She’s trying to kill me. I’m frozen, I’ve never fucked without a condom but I’ve also never loved anyone like Elle. My girl doesn’t give me the chance to second guess anything. With her leg still resting on my shoulder, she bends forward and flips the button of my jeans and shimmies them down my legs until my dick is released.
Her soft hand encircles me and I hiss. She gives me two quick pumps before leading me to her hot center. My tip teases her entrance and I swear, I black out from how good that minuscule contact feels. “I love you, Elle.” I press my lips against her as I push into her, she feels like home.
“Fuck, Patrick, did you get bigger?” I can’t help the slight puff of my chest as Elle moans. I give her a moment to get used to the feel of nothing between us. Hell, I need a moment to calm down. I can’t be a less than two pump chump the first time I get all of Elle.
I feel a quick breeze before a sharp pain on my hip. I reactively push farther into Elle, “Did you just try to spank me?”
“I did and if you don’t start moving, I’ll turn that bubble butt so red you won’t be able to sit for a week.” Elle’s trying to hide a smile by biting her lip. Why was that threat so hot? No, not the time to consider if I’m into Elle spanking me. My cock twitches inside and Elle lets out a little gasp. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to take care of you.” I start to move, pulling out and thrusting back in.
“You’re gripping me so tight, Elle. Fucking milking my cock” I grit out. With each thrust, she clenches around me. I’m losing my mind but I refuse to come before Elle. Boosting myself on one arm, I trace the seam of Elle’s lips and like the good girl she is, she opens for me. Taking my pointer finger into her mouth she nips me before trailing her tongue around my digit.
I pull my finger out of her mouth with a pop. I use the wet finger to press on her clit, never stomping the movement of my hips. “I love you, baby.” I whisper against her lips before claiming her mouth again.
Too soon, Elle’s coming. I want to be this connected to her for the rest of my life. Her spasming brings me over the edge and I bury my face into her neck as I come inside of my girl. Elle’s arms wrap around me and we stay like that for a few minutes, just existing in each other.
When my dick softens, I feel our combined release start to spill out. I rush to the bathroom and grab a wash cloth, run it under warm water and walk back to Elle. I know she’d kill me if we made a mess of her couch. She laughs as I clean her up.
“Let's get you into bed, sweetheart.”
We go through the motions of getting Elle to her bedroom and both of us re-dressed. “Will you stay?” There’s a vulnerability to Elle’s question that makes my heart squeeze. “Of course, sweetheart.” I cup her cheeks and give her a quick peck on the lips.Try getting rid of me.I pull the covers back and make sure Elle is comfortable before rounding the bed andclimbing in. Elle turns on her side and wraps her soft body around mine. She lays her injured ankle on my shin and rests her head on the area where my shoulder morphs into my chest.
Being with Elle is more than I could ever have expected, I never thought I would be able to love again after I lost my parents but here I am, cuddled up with the woman I’m going to marry. I let that thought pull my face into a smile as I drift to sleep, knowing this is exactly the place I’m supposed to be.
Chapter Sixty-Five
ELLE
Everyone tried to keep me from coming back to work but that wasn’t fucking happening. I didn’t need crutches and even though walking on this stupid ass brace wasn’t the easiest, I could survive.
During my first week back, there was always someone hovering and it was driving me crazy. “Mama, I’m fine!” I finally break, I love my mother and I know she’s doing it for herself as much as she is for me but I need to be alone. I work best when I can be alone. Well, unless Patrick wants to be around.
“Okay, okay. I need to get back to the Big House and start on lunch anyway. You want me to have someone bring you some food?” My mother’s love language is definitely food. I shake my head. “No, I have a meeting with Patrick and we’ll have lunch together.” I don’t try to fight the smile that has become automatic when I bring my Intruder up.
I’m still a grumpy bitch, that’s never going to change, but Patrick loves me and I love him. He’s never once tried to change any part of my personality. He’s never tried to try to changeme, only always supporting me. I know being with him has smoothed out some of my rougher edges but that was all me.
After everything that happened with dating Loop, I thought I was going to be single and grumpy for the rest of my life but Patrick has proven every day since I met him that I’m perfect the way I am.
Fucking Loop.
He no longer has anything to do with my family’s business. Turns out the day after my accident—the only day I took off, Patrick kept me very occupied—Lola reached out to the company we were using for accounting and made sure Loop was removed from working on our accounts effective immediately. Lola told me that she would handle everything with getting a new accountant. She didn’t have to do that but I do have to admit the idea of not having to handle that situation took a weight off my shoulders.
