I’m lost to every sensation as he pulls out, then rams back in. Over and over and over he repeats his ministrations until I’m a mess underneath him. His huge arms hold his weight off my body as his palms press into the mattress, and when I wrap my legs around his waist, he really begins to move. I feel every single freaking barbell as he rams in and out, my poor little bed barely withstanding the weight, but it’s putting up a good fight. I don’t care. I need this right now, even if it is with a man I should not be having sex with. I shouldn’t… Oh, but I am.
“Austin!” I cry out. “I’m coming!”
He rams harder, his hands gripping the sheets as he groans along with me, and I pulse around his enormous dick like I never have before. This is what I’ve been missing. This.
“So good, Little One,” he soothes. “Takin’ my dick so well. You missed it, didn’t you?”
“Shut up and fuck me.” I don’t want to think about the repercussions and what any of this means. I can’t do that. Getting my heart broken again is a risk I can’t afford, and myhead messed up just like it did before. I’m guarded. I’ve built a wall around myself, and I was pretty proud of that wall, it meant nobody could get in and hurt me ever again. But that’s all gone to shit the second he flirts with me in a shady bar with too many shots. I only have myself to blame. I dragged him out of there and up to my condo. I’m the one who instigated it.
“Such a sweet pussy,” he murmurs, his lips brushing over my pulse as I scrape my nails down his back and arch my back. I can’t help it. He unravels me like no man ever has. With Haze, it’s all about your pleasure above his. It’s like he gets off on watching me enjoy myself over him actually climaxing. “So fuckin’ tight.”
I give in, letting another orgasm wash over me that’s so intense, I squeeze my eyes shut and grip his ass like there’s no tomorrow. Right now? I wouldn’t care if there wasn’t. “Haze!” I cry.
“No,” he admonishes, biting on my bottom lip. “Only ever call me Austin when I’m fuckin’ you, Wife.”
“D-don’t call me that.”
But he ignores me, not letting up for a second as he pumps those fucking hips back and forth, back and forth. “Baby,” he mutters. “Not gonna hold on much longer.”
I don’t want it to be over. I want to feel him inside me just a little longer. “P-please,” I stammer.
“Please, what?”
“Right there, Aust, oh….”
He tilts my ass just a little, lifting my torso, and it’s so deep I see stars. His pubic bone grazes my clit and I’m a goner, yelling his name as I scream the condo down. He follows close behind, roaring my name on a violent yell as he stills and unloads into me. I let him come inside me.
I’m on birth control, but still. That was stupid.
We’re both panting as he flops down on top of me, kissing my hair, whispering what a good girl I am and how precious I am. I close my eyes, tears gathering. But I can’t do this.
No emotions. This was meant to be just sex. Really fantastic sex, but no attachments. Now he has me almost fucking crying.
“Well, that was, uh, unexpected,” I pant. He’s still breathing ragged as I slap his ass. “You’re heavy.”
He lifts his head. “Give a man a second.”
“I’m just saying, I can’t breathe.”
He smirks, then plants a kiss on my lips, pulls out and rolls onto his back. We both lie there like starfish. “You missed me, but you won’t say it.”
“You missed me more.”
“I don’t deny that.”
I hug myself, since we’re here, vulnerable together, I want the truth. “Have you really not been with another woman in three years? The actual truth, Aust.”
He turns to face me, rolling onto his side, propping his head up with his hand. “I really haven’t, and if you say anythin’ to the brothers, I’ll deny it.”
His face is genuine as I inspect it for lies. Holy fuck. He really is telling the truth.
“Wow.”
“Let’s just say it’s nothing for me to be proud of.”
“I don’t know, celibacy can be a good thing.”
“Not when you’re me.” We stare at each other and I’m stumped for what to do now until he pushes up. “Coffee?”
