Page 78 of Shift Change

Then the heat roared through me, blazing past the pain like a wildfire. My gut, my chest, my throat— it seared everything in its path. My body flipped, turned instinct into craving, and I was certain if Chuck didn’t put all of himself inside me, I’d fall apart. I’d die right there in our bed.

So instead of, “God, get it out,” I heard myself whisper, “Push. I want all of you.”

And holy fucking hell, he gave it to me. I’d thought the first stretch was intense, but when he sank the rest of the way in, I swear to God the top of my head cracked open. I couldn’t believe he fit. He was so deep I felt him in places I didn’t know had nerve endings. Surely he wasn’t that long. Yet there he was.

Fingering had felt amazing. Chuck’s hands were strong, and his fingers were long and thick. When he worked one inside me, I’d had to breathe through it, writhing as his warm skin dragged across every sensitive inch. It had felt obscenely good when he started fingerfucking me. My hips moved, and when he found my prostate, I let out a high, helpless cry. It turned me into a moaning, messy wreck.

But I hadn’t been ready for his cock. The stretch was intense, the burn real. He claimed me, filling me in a way nothing ever had. When he moved in, took over, and pressed deeply, nothing mattered but the way my body was surrendering to him.

He pulled out an inch or two, then pushed back in, and my whole being lit up. The burn melted into thick, molten heat, and then into a fullness so deep it flipped my heart inside out. I hadn’t known an ache like this could exist, one that only eased when the man you loved was inside you. Chuck moved again, a little deeper this time, and every slow, steady thrust unraveled me another inch.

He leaned down, catching my mouth in a messy, hungry kiss, and I clung to him like he was the only thing tethering me to the earth. The push and pull of him slotted perfectly into the clench and release of my body, syncing up so naturally it felt inevitable. We were made for this.

He looked at me as he moved. His grin—that loopy, dazed, gorgeous grin—was like a sunrise after a brutal storm.

“Faster,” I whispered, my voice shaking apart. “Need you.”

If I’d known it could feel like this—such a fierce, wild belonging—I would’ve begged for it years ago. But it wouldn’t have been like this. It wouldn’t have been Chuck.

He dropped his forehead to mine, his damp hair brushing my skin, and the heat between us built into frantic desperation. Every thrust sank deeper, driving me closer to the edge, until all I could do was hold on and fall with him.

“More,” I gasped, my voice breaking into a moan. When he pulled back a little too far, panic surged through me, and I hooked my legs around his waist, locking him to me, refusing to let him go.

“Fuck me,” I begged, digging my heels in and pulling him with my thighs.

“Shit, Nate. Goddamn good.” He slammed into me, finding a rhythm that made the whole bed shake.

As he thrust harder and deeper, my moans grew wild. Every stroke hit something inside me that made my body jolt and spiraled my need even higher. “Deeper, babe,” I begged. “Give it to me.”

We were drenched with sweat, and both of us were panting like we’d just played triple overtime. Drops slid off Chuck’s face and landed on mine, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop begging.

“Fuck me harder. Please.Please.”

He adjusted his angle, and then—shit. His cock hit my prostate head-on, again and again.

“Yes, yes,” I cried. “Yes!”

His eyes glazed with heat. “Like it, huh?”

“Shut up and fuck me harder.”

I was nothing but one raw, desperate nerve. The pleasure crawled deeper, coiling in every corner of me. It wasn’t enough. It was like scratching an itch that grew stronger; every time he plunged inside, I craved more.

His eyes, wide and blazing, locked with mine, and we moved together like it was destiny. He’d pull back, and I’d clench, trying to hold onto him. I tugged at his hips with my trembling legs, and he’d drive in again, harder and deeper. The rhythm was primal and endless.

Every thrust made my abs clench and fanned the fire hotter. We kept going, giving each other everything we had. There was no world outside our bed, only our labored breathing, slick bodies, and the sharp slap of skin meeting skin. The unbelievable pleasure that already had me wondering how an orgasm could top it.

He shifted his angle slightly, hitting my prostate in a new way that felt even better than before.

“Love you, Nate.”

“Love you too.”

“Can’t believe… I’m… inside you like this.”

“Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

So much for all that cool, controlled sex I’d always prided myself on. I used to be quieter, more reserved. I rarely got loud, and the only talking I’d done while fucking a woman was dirty talk. There was never anything personal. It was too risky.

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