“What are you doing?” she groans, and I just know her pussy is clenching, searching for me.
Grabbing what I need, I tuck her back into my arms. Her chin rests on her shoulder as she tries to figure out what I’m up to. She looks fucking divine slathered in the moonlight, and it almost distracts me.
Uncapping the lube, I soak my dick in the liquid, gritting my teeth as I spread it down my length. Still reeling from the loss of her pussy, my hips thrust into my hand involuntarily like a savage with no restraint.
It’s like I’ve always told her-I have no fucking control with her.
“Zade,” she draws out, alarm bells ringing in the tone of her voice.
Before tossing the bottle over my shoulder, I squirt a generous dollop of lube onto my fingers, then slide them down through the crevice of her ass. She inhales sharply as I coat her backside, and whimpers as I plunge a finger inside, then another, stretching her and preparing her for what’s to come. She shudders, and whether it’s from surprise or fear, she’s incapable of doing anything else but gasp for breath.
I take my time stretching her, nipping along her shoulders, and leaving love bites while wringing little mewls from her throat. By the time I withdraw, she’s panting, and her muscles are loose. I slide my hand beneath her thigh and lift it up once more.
“Wait,” she breathes. “You are way too big. I don’t know if I can handle it.”
“Your body was fucking made for me. So you’re going to be a good girl and fucking take it.”
I just know fear is trickling through her bloodstream now, and her pussy is fucking soaked in response. She’s nervous, yet she keeps those little white teeth glued shut.
Smart girl.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, amused when her eyes snap to mine, sharp knives shooting from them.
“I trust you with my life. But do I trust you not to rip me in half? Absolutely not.”
I grin, baring my teeth in a savage smile. “You get off on my pain, don’t you, Addie?”
Before she can protest, I position the head of my cock at her tight entrance and gently push in. Her eyes pop open, the pain registering as I slowly stretch her. My fingers are working her clit immediately, balancing the agony with pleasure.
“Zade,” she breathes, a war raging within her. Her nails are digging into my outer thigh again as I breach past the tight ring and slowly sink myself inside her.
Groaning, I bite her shoulder, nearly vibrating with the need to both draw blood and fuck her ass until she’s sobbing.
Somehow, I refrain from both. As much as I love to hurt her, I have no desire to do so without bringing her pleasure, too.
Methodically, I work myself inside her until there’s nothing more of me to give.
“Fuck, baby, you take it so fucking good,” I praise. “That’s it, good girl, open up for me.”
She fists the sheets, and like a flower blooming beneath the sunlight, her entire body relaxes, accepting me inside her as if it’s the only thing that gives her life.
We’re both trembling, on the precipice of shattering from how tightly we’re fitted together. I give her thirty seconds-a small increment of time to adjust. It’s all the control I possess.
Releasing a deep breath right when I hit that mark in my head, I withdraw to the tip before driving back inside of her. She yelps, and I circle her clit harder, earning a sexy little whimper that has me tensing with need.
“I own every part of you, Adeline. And I will make you feel me for fucking days when I’m done with you.” I set a steady pace, her body like soft clay beneath my insistent hands, and I mold her into me until the two of us become one.
“God,” she moans, her voice choked with pleasure.
“That’s it, keep moaning my name. I’ll take us home to paradise if you pray hard enough,” I taunt, fucking her harder.
“Oh, God, like that,” she gasps, her head kicking back. “Right there, Zade.”
I growl, pleasure pooling in the base of my spine, the sounds of our flesh smacking arising.
“Look at you, taking my cock like a good little whore,” I rasp. “You’re squeezing me so tight, it’s like you can’t stand to lose me.”
“Yes,” she mewls, her voice husky and cracking with desire.
“Yeah? You want it deeper?”
She pants, nodding her head eagerly, and it’s all I can do to not spill inside of her.
I flip her onto her stomach and roll on top of her, then lift her hips until she’s on her knees. Her gasp turns sharp when I slide back inside her tight ass, the angle allowing me to fuck her deeper.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathes, ending it in a high-pitched cry. She jerks forward, almost as if to pull away, but I tighten my hold on her hips, refusing to let her escape.
“Can you take it, little mouse?” I challenge. “I know how much you love to run, but I want to see what it looks like when you stay.”
Panting, she slams back into me, causing my head to kickback from the utter bliss. It takes a few seconds to gather my wits, on the precipice of losing it altogether.
“There’s my good little whore,” I murmur, then I begin to move, gradually quickening my pace, making sure to not injure her.
“Zade…” she moans, long and loud while I fuck her faster, spurred on by the way she arches her back, nearly begging for more.
Soon, she’s meeting my thrusts again, and the pleasure that settled in the base of my spine swells. I crowd over her, one hand fisting cinnamon strands and bending her head back until our mouths touch, while my other slips beneath her and finds her swollen clit again, delighting in the way she begins to sob.
Sweat coats our skin, and the vulgar sounds deriving from where I fuck her battle with the sharp noises from flesh hitting flesh. Yet, her screams rise above it all, filling the room and entwining with my own moans, a crescendo of pleasure echoing throughout Parsons Manor.
I trade between kissing and nipping her lips and hovering above them, swallowing every fucking syllable she produces.
She tenses, and her tight ass clenches around my cock as she nears her climax. I rub her clit faster, desperately chasing her toward it so I can send us both flying.
Her eyes roll, and she shudders as if a demon is being exorcised from her body. And then she breaks. A scream releases from her throat, the tortured sound bleeding into my name.
“Fuck,
Addie!”
My head kicks back, and an orgasm rocks through me, stealing my breath and vision. I’m blind from how deeply it crashes through me, ropes of cum filling her so thoroughly, it leaks past her entrance and pools beneath us.
The sounds that burst from my throat are unrestrained, my voice hoarse with all-consuming ecstasy.
It takes several minutes for my sight to return, and when it does, I find Addie on her stomach, heaving for breath and appearing on the verge of blacking out.
Struggling to catch my own breath, I gently pull out of her and flop onto my back, my head still swimming.
But I refuse to leave her like that, so I force myself up and into the bathroom where I grab a small cloth and wet it with warm water.
When I return to her, I gently clean her up, making sure there’s no blood from any tearing. I’ll have to get some ointment for her anyway since she’ll be sore.
“Next time,” she mumbles into the bed. “I’m running from you.”
I grin, reaching over to grab a rose from the nightstand and then tuck it in her ear, whispering, “You know how much I love to chase you, baby.”
“You’re a menace,” she grumbles, grabbing the rose from her hair and twirling the smooth stem in her fingers. She gasps when a ring falls from it and rolls onto the bed.
As if it’s a spider, she hesitantly picks it up, spinning it to get a good look. It’s a white gold band shaped in a vine with tiny white jewels encrusted into it. The band forms into a rose made up of bright red rubies.
“There aren’t any diamonds in it,” I murmur.
She swallows, and croaks, “Are you proposing because you’re in love with me or because I gave you anal?”
I tip my head back, a laugh working from my throat. And when I drop my head down again, a smile still on my face, she’s sliding the ring onto her finger.
“Don’t answer that. You’ll make me change my mind if you say it’s because you’re in love with me. I want to be rewarded for the anal.”
My grin widens, and I roll her over to me, kissing her bare shoulder. “I do love you, you know?”
“I know,” she whispers. “And I’ll marry you anyway because I love you, too.”
I’ll never get tired of hearing her say that.
“Hey, Zade?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Thank you for bringing me the happy vapors.”
I bite my lip, feeling my chest crack from how fucking addicted I am to this girl.
I was wrong.
Heaven isn’t a place you go to when you die, it’s inside the person that’s worth dying for.
“Addie?”
“Yeah?”
I bring my mouth close to her ear, delighting in the way she shivers. I’m already hard for her again, my obsession limitless.
“Run, little mouse.”
—-The End
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.