My scalp burns with how hard he holds my hair, pulling me to him with every thrust. I ride that edge between pleasure and pain. It’s undeniable. It cuts through this haze I’ve been living in. Breathing life back into my veins.
Dean pulls out, flipping me around and kneeling on the bed between my legs. Then he drives back in, wrapping my legs around his waist and hooking my feet behind his back. He fucks me deep and slow, rolling circles over my clit.
“You take me so well.” He flattens his hand on my lower abdomen and thrusts deep. “I can fucking feel myself moving inside you.”
I don’t doubt it. He’s so large I can barely breathe. It’s taking everything to hold myself together as he presses his palm harder. The pressure tightens with each thrust.
I dig my nails into his wrists, nearly drawing blood. But I can’t breathe or think or hold on. I’m shaking. And he’s relentless, fucking me like he can’t get enough. Like he’ll make us one.
“Dean.” I choke out a breath. “Oh, god. Dean. I’m so close.”
“Come on my cock. Let me feel how much you like me filling you up.”
Those words set me off. I’m a shaking mess, soaking his cock as he continues to slide in and out, not letting up. He thrusts through my climax, merciless as I shudderthrough the waves. His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me to him, fucking me so rough it feels as good as it hurts.
And when his thrusts turn uneven, he pulls out and climbs over me so his knees are at either side of my chest. He strokes his cock above my face as the first warm rope of cum streams over me. He paints my face like he promised. Shooting himself on my lips and chest. Making an absolute mess.
He strokes until there’s nothing left but our heavy breaths filling the room.
Dean drags his fingers through the cum on my lips, forcing it into my mouth, and I suck like I know he wants me to. I still haven’t kissed him, but at least we have this.
“This is how you were always supposed to look, princess.” He drags his fingers over my tongue. “Like mine.”
18
Chaos
Willa’s ass rubs againstmy already-hard cock, and there’s no other way I want to wake up again. She feels so fucking right in my arms. I drag my hand down her side, skating every curve, and I’ve never touched anything so soft and perfect.
I kiss the back of her shoulder. I’m going to kiss every inch of her.
But not yet.
Kissing her lips might officially be the end of me. I already don’t know how I’ll survive when she finally wises up and bolts back to Texas. I don’t know how I’ll get her out of my system.
So for now, I draw that line. I brush her hair aside and wake her up with my mouth on her neck. I slip my fingers between her legs and shove one into her already-wet cunt. She squeezes like she’s desperate for my cock.
“Dean.”
“Morning, Willa.” I slide another finger into her wet heat.
She’s already soaking. Probably sore after we fucked and showered multiple times last night. I couldn’t stop until I claimed every inch of her body.
Marked her like she’s mine.
I fucked her like I was angry with her last night because a part of me still is. We could have always had this. Her naked in my arms first thing in the morning.
She chose what was easy.
She chosehim.
Part of me wants to make her regret that even more. Another part of me just wants her.
We were young. Confused.
She pushed me away, and I let her.
Besides, I haven’t been an angel these past twelve years. She might have been with my brother, but I was with everyone else. Fucking who I wanted and making no apologies for it.
