Page 55 of Keeping You

I grin back. “Beg for it, Spitfire. You want to come, you’re gonna beg me for it.”

Her eyes harden as I scrape my teeth slowly over her clit and pull my fingers halfway out. I continue to move them inside her, but never go in more than halfway, and never massage that one perfect spot.

I see the fight in her, she doesn’t want to give in, she wants to be in control, but after a minute, she’s finally done with my teasing. “Please, Grayson. Please make me come.”

Her begging is like music to my ears and I push my fingers in all the way and wrap my lips around her clit again. Within seconds, I have her coming. She holds a pillow to her face to suppress the loud moans that leave her. When she comes down from the high, she removes the pillow, her breathing still coming out as pants, and I remove my fingers. She closes her eyes as she tries to catch her breath.

“Look at me,” I say, and her eyes fly open. I hold my fingers to her lips and say, “Open.”

She does as she’s told, and I place my fingers in her mouth. Her eyes never leave mine as she sucks every last drop of her cum off them. I haven’t even had sex with Hannah, and she’s ruined me for all other women.

She opens her mouth, and I remove my fingers as she watches me reach into the nightstand and grab one of the condoms I bought earlier today. As I hold it up to my mouth to rip it open, her mouth parts and her pupils dilate even more. I remove the condom and roll it down my painfully hard cock as I lean down and whisper in her ear, “You need your husband to fill you up and fuck you, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Her voice is breathy and barely audible.

I position myself between her legs and run the head of my cock against her clit. She watches the movements, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. I slip the tip into her, and she releases her lip as she stares at where I’m filling her. I push forward slowly, and I see the indecision in her eyes, whether to watch as I stretch her tight little cunt or to allow herself to fall back and revel in the feeling. I push forward another inch, and she gives in, her head falling back as she moans my name. The best sound I’ve ever heard is my name coming from her mouth in moans of pleasure.

I push all the way in and bury my head in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent. When I’ve gathered myself, I hold myself up. My hand finds her hair, and I grip tightly. I hold eye contact with her, that feeling more intimate than the fact that I’m buried balls deep inside her.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, the way you deserved to be fucked. I’m going to make sure you feel me buried in your pussy when you wake up. I want your eyes rolling into the back of your head when you come.”

“God, yes,” she moans.

I slowly pull out until just the tip is left inside of her before I thrust my hips forward, fast and hard. Her back arches as her eyes roll, and I repeat the motion. I continue, picking up speed as I go. I revel in the feeling of being inside her as the sound of slapping skin fills the room. It only turns me on more. I bite her neck, and she mewls.

“Who’s fucking you?” I pant.

“You.”

Not the answer I want. “Who am I?”

Her eyes open, and she stares at me.

I grip her jaw tightly. “Who the fuck am I, Spitfire?”

I can tell the second she realizes the answer I’m looking for.

“My husband.”

“Say it again. Who’s fucking you?”

Her back arches and she scratches at my arm.

“My husband.”

I reach between us and slap her clit. “Good girl. Now tell me how needy you are.”

Her arms splay out at her side as she reaches for anything to grab. “So needy. I need my husband’s cock. I need it so badly.” Her voice comes out in heavy breaths as she squints her eyes closed.

I nip at her neck. “Such a needy girl. Such a good girl.”

My words send her over the edge and turns her head and bites my forearm as she spasms around my cock. I know she’s going to leave a mark and I love it. I want to be claimed by her. I fuck her harder, sending her higher up the bed until I’m coming, too. I can’t get enough of her as we ride out our highs together. I roll off her, panting.

I leave the bed, slipping into some shorts and venturing to the washroom. I return with a warm, wet cloth and help Hannah clean up. She smiles softly at me before I help her up and wrap her in my robe that still hangs on the back of the bedroom door. Grabbing the towels, we head back into the shower, where this time we actually clean ourselves.

Hannah lets me wash her hair. I massage the shampoo into her scalp before rinsing it and working her conditioner into the ends. I really take her in as she stands in front of me. Her shoulders are relaxed, and her eyes are closed. She’s comfortable. She feels safe right now, allowing her guard to come down. Knowing she doesn’t feel the need to put her walls up right now and feels safe with me is everything.

While I let the conditioner sit in her hair, I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. I place gentle kisses along her neck, and she tilts her head granting more access. I watch as thecorner of her mouth tips up, and she lets out a satiated sigh. She squeezes my hand that rests on her stomach.

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