Page 57 of Open Arms

“Chlo—“

She cut off my surprise with another deep, demanding kiss, her urgency undeniable. My arms wrapped around her instinctively, drawing her closer until there wasn’t a breath of space left between us. The taste of her, sweet and fierce, flooded my senses. I forgot about the reasons why this might be a bad idea, why we should’ve been talking instead of tangling up in each other like wild vines.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging slightly, sending a cascade of electric sparks through me. The room spun away, leaving nothing but the heat of her body pressed against mine.

“Need you,” she gasped against my lips, a plea wrapped in a whisper.

“God, Chloe,” I murmured back, desire roaring to life inside me like a fire long banked but never extinguished.

We stumbled toward the worn-out couch in the corner of my office, all hands and mouths, barely catching our breaths. She was petite but fierce, her movements filled with a passion that fueled my own.

“Here?” she questioned, her blue eyes alight with a hunger that matched my own.

“Anywhere,” I answered, the word barely more than a growl.

Clothes became irrelevant, discarded without care as we sought the skin beneath. Her scars were there, a roadmap of survival I’d come to honor, but now, they were just part of the landscape of Chloe, the woman who was unraveling me with every touch.

“Chloe, are you sure?” I had to ask, even as my body screamed for hers.

“Yes,” she breathed out, pulling me back down to her. “I need to fuck you, Mason.”

“Shit.”

I took her lips again in a fierce kiss, relishing when she bit onto mine. A moment later, she pushed me down onto the couch, climbing on top of me.

I groaned as Chloe’s hips rocked against mine, her wet heat teasing my cock as it nestled against her pussy. The urge to take control was strong, but I held back, giving her what she needed. Her hands gripped my shoulders, fingernails digging in as she ground herself against me with a fierceness I’d never seen before.

And then she pulled back, lifting up, and grabbing my cock to hold it steady.

“I need this,” she said, staring into my eyes as she slowly, ever so slowly, sank down on me, taking every inch into her tight, hot cunt.

Fuuuuuck.

For a moment, it was silent. No one moved. I swear to God, even time stood still. And then she was riding me.

She fucked me with a ferocity that left me breathless, head thrown back in ecstasy, blonde hair wild.

I gripped Chloe’s hips as she rode, her nails leaving crescent marks on my chest. This wasn’t the sweet, gentle lover I knew—she was possessed, fucking me with an urgency I’d never seen before.

Our connection was raw, our movements frenzied as if we were trying to make up for lost time or maybe steal some moments before time could catch up to us. There was no finesse, only the primal rhythm of need meeting need, the slick sound of skin on skin echoing around the small office.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need,” I rasped, meeting her thrusts. She cried out, her eyes squeezed shut. I rubbed her clit with my thumb and her inner walls fluttered around me.

“Chloe,” I groaned as sensation spiraled.

“Mason,” she echoed back, her voice cracking.

I grunted. “That feel good, baby?”

She threw her head back. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

“You’re gonna make me come in you again, Chloe. You sure that’s what you want?” She’d told me she was on the pill, but I wanted to make sure she really wanted it.

“Yes, Mason. Fill me up.”

Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.

I quickened my pace on her clit, and felt her fall apart around me.

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