“I can’t,” She whimpers, eyes squeezed closed as she squirms beneath me.
“Shh,” I hush, pulling my hips back slowly and watch as I pull out of her. My cock is drenched, her pussy throbbing. I push back in slowly, “Relax.”
Her moan is so pretty, like fucking music as I gently work her through it.
“It feels – I feel –” She whimpers when I thrust harder and pull back slow.
“Let it go,” I repeat, “Come on baby, show me how much you’re mine. Give me what I want.”
Adjusting my hips a little, I force the head of my cock to grind on her sweet spot, the entire time I keep the pressure on her abdomen. She thrashes under me, but there is no escape.
Upping the pace, I make sure to hit that spot with each thrust until she simply cannot take it anymore.
“Yes, god, yes,” she screams, fingers clawing at the sheets and then it fucking happens. She cries out as a gush of liquid drenches us both, her pussy spasming and contracting around my shaft. The wet spot grows, a puddle beneath her ass as she comes hard and fast.
“Good fucking girl,” I praise, “That’s it.”
Her pussy grips me impossibly tight, clamping on my cock as I chase my own release.
I feel it zip down my spine, drawing my balls up tight and my thrusts turn jerky, and when it finally hits, I pause, muscles tightening as I empty myself into her, filling her up as her pussy continues to drain me of every last drop.
Spent and breathless, I drop her legs and lay myself over her, slamming my mouth on hers before I growl against her lips, “So fucking perfect and so fucking mine.”
Chapter Twenty-four
Sleep has never been easy. I’ve never gotten much of it, not when I was younger and I was always on alert living under my father’s roof, the slightest sound would wake me and not since I killed him, and his blood coated my skin. I’ve grown accustomed to it, the lack of sleep though I know my health in general is fucked because of it, but these past few days with Savannah? I have slept for at least eight hours straight every night. Not a whisper of a nightmare or a breath of ghosts that haunt me usually.
Savannah curls into my side, mumbling in her sleep while the sun filters through the curtains I hung for her the day before. I have spent every spare minute with her since we went shopping for items for her house, only leaving to do work for Malakai or checkin with my brother. She’s had time off, so she’s just been here, decorating and painting the walls.
But the moment we are back together we crash into a mess of limbs and lips and teeth. It’s a frenzy, one I hope never dies down. I can’t get enough of her, can’t satisfy this need for her taste or the touch of her fingers.
It’s her smiles, the way she laughs, tipping her head back, her entire face lifting with her joy. It’s the sound of her voice, a melody to soothe a weary soul and the way her fingers caress me, touching me every chance she gets.
My fingers trail down her bare arm, reveling in the way her skin pebbles and body reacts to my touch even in sleep. I remain on my back until she stirs awake sometime later, stretching her body out next to me as she drowsily opens her eyes and looks up at me.
“Good morning,” She rasps sleepily. The ray of sun beaming in through the curtains hits her just right, lighting up the blue in her eyes like it’s the first day of summer. Her hair is a mess and she’s barely coherent, sleep still clinging to her but fuck me, she’s so damn beautiful.
Unfortunately, life has to resume, we can’t stay in a bubble forever so an hour or so later, we’re both dressed, and Savannah is staring down at her phone, a frown on her face.
“What is it?” I ask, a bite to my tone as I think of that fuck face messaging her again.
“I completely forgot,” She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, “I’m supposed to be attending a release party tonight.”
“For what?” I continue fixing us both a coffee while she quickly types out a message.
“The video I recorded with Adrien.”
I’m going to scrub that man’s name from her fucking memory, I’d much prefer to scrub him from existence too, but fame brings complications and too many questions.
“Who the fuck has a release party for a music video,” I sneer though it shouldn’t surprise me, the fucker is so far up his own ass I’m surprised he can see daylight.
“It’s surprisingly common,” She sighs, “I’ve got to attend.”
“The fuck you do.” I snap.
“It’s in the contract,” She accepts the cup of coffee I pass her and puts down her cell, “No choice.”
“We will go and leave,” I shrug, “You showed your face which is all that is needed.”
