I rolled us, pulling her on top, arms caging her close as I pushed back inside her.
“You’re perfect, baby. I’m so proud of you, taking me, coming for me. My pretty baby.” I brushed damp hair from her face. “Rest for a minute. We’re nowhere near done.”
She melted against me, and I stayed buried inside her. The feel of her stirred me fast, though. My cock thickened…stretching her open again.
Her eyes widened, a soft gasp escaping as she felt me swell, filling her completely once more. I flexed deliberately, and she tightened around me.
“Look at what you did,” I murmured, brushing my lips against her ear. “I’m already hard for you again. I may never let you out of my bed.”
Her lashes fluttered, then she locked eyes with me…dark and wicked,mine. “I’ll never say no to that,” she whispered huskily, and before I could process it, she pushed up on my chest.
Her tits bounced with the motion, heavy and flushed, nipples still wet from my mouth. She planted her knees on either side of my hips androdeme, slow at first, grinding down until my piercing dragged, then lifting until just the tip kissed her entrance before slamming back down.
“Fuck—” I choked, hands flying to her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh. She was soaked, cum and slick coating my shaft, dripping down my balls with every obscene roll of her hips. Her pussy swallowed me whole, greedy, clenching like it was trying to keep me locked inside forever.
I watched her tits continue to bounce, watched her head fall back, lips parted on broken moans as she fucked herself on my cock, taking what she wanted,owningme.
I thrust up to meet her, hard, relentless, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. “That’s it, pretty baby,” I ground out. “Ride me. Take every inch. You’re gonna drain me dry, aren’t you?”
She whimpered, nodding, hips snapping faster, and I felt her walls flutter, already close again. I sat up, mouth latching onto a nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing, and she shattered around me, pussy spasming, gripping me with every pulse. I followed with a roar, spilling deep inside her, flooding her until it leaked out around us.
She collapsed onto my chest, trembling, and I held her tight, my cock still twitching inside her.
Fuck. I really may never leave this bed.
OPHELIA
The world had gone quiet.
It was a silence that only came after something life altering. It was a soft, aching quiet that hummed under my skin and made even breathing feel like a sacred act. The air in Matty’s room was heavy with warmth, the scent ofusclinging to the sheets, the way the sunlight still lingered across the bed from where afternoon had spilled in through the blinds.
We hadn’t left. Not once.
The hours had blurred, melting together into something slow and endless, a rhythm that felt like breathing him in and exhaling everything I’d ever been afraid to want. Somewhere in the middle of it all, he’d mumbled something about practice, reaching for his phone and typing out a text.
“I’m sick,” he’d said, fake coughing as he sent the excuse to someone.
He’d grinned after sending it, that crooked, dangerous smile that made my heart squeeze.
And then he’d turned off his phone and tossed it on the nightstand like the rest of the world could wait.
I hadn’t thought Matty Adler was capable of skipping practice for anything. But he had. For me.
The realization sat deep in my chest, glowing and terrifying all at once.
Now, hours later, the sun had long since started to fade, and the soft golden light filtering through his blinds had shifted into dusk. I still held him inside me—I couldn’t bear to let him slip out, thighs locked, walls fluttering every time he shifted, like the thought of emptiness was unbearable. A pale white film glazed my skin, his cum dried in soft streaks across my breasts, my stomach, my throat, shimmering faintly whenever I breathed. His arm lay heavy across my waist, our legs tangled beneath the sheets, his heartbeat pulsing underneath me steadily. The sound of it soothed me in a way I didn’t know how to explain.
I’d never felt anything like this before, this strange, dizzy mix of peace and fear and wonder. Like I’d spent years running and, for the first time, someone had caught me without trying to trap me.
Matty had his face buried against my neck, his breath soft and even, his hand drawing idle circles against my stomach. The weight of his palm was an anchor. Every time he shifted, I could feel the muscles in his arm flex, the scratch of stubble against my skin. I’d thought I’d be shy afterward, maybe embarrassed or unsure what to do with myself.
But I wasn’t.
I felt…safe.
His voice came quiet, a low rumble against my ear. “Are you hungry?”
I smiled, eyes still closed. “Not yet.”
