Page 121 of Captured Immune

Once I’ve got all my long waves pulled up, Trey rejoins me in bed and hooks the jewelry around my neck. The entire time, he stares me in the eyes like he wants to devour me. Maybe he does. I wouldn’t mind.

I let my hair back down, then run my fingers along the diamond. “Have I ever told you how much I love this thing? It’s stupid because it’s just a necklace, but it means so much to me because it came from you.”

“Youmean so much to me.”

Roughly, I grab the back of his neck and pull him on top of me. He comes willingly and goes straight for my lips. His kisses are hard and desperate. Mine are just the same. The way we move so in sync only solidifies how perfect we are for each other.

I drag my shirt over my head, then shove my pants down. Once my bra is off, Trey doesn’t waste a second wrapping his tongue around my nipple. I arch my head back and moan toward the ceiling as I cup the back of his head and wrench him closer.

“Oh, baby,” he says against my breast. “You taste so good.”

He keeps licking me as he rolls my other nipple between his thumb and fingers. I claw my way down his back until I reach his boxers and pull them down just enough to give me access to his dick. He groans into my chest as I stroke his thick shaft up and down.

“Don’t be gentle with me,” I say breathlessly.

As if that’s what he’s been waiting to hear all day, he shoves his boxers down all the way, then pulls my legs up. I rest them against his shoulders.

He slides his tip against my damp opening and moans. “Fuck. You’re so wet.”

“You did that to me.” I gasp as he plunges into me, no warning or anything. My fingernails dig into his arms as I let out a yelp. I know I asked him not to be gentle, but I didn’t expect him to shove it inthathard.

He plants a hand on either side of my head. “Fuck, baby. You’re so tight.”

I half moan, half scream as he draws back and shoves it into me again.

He stills. “Are you okay, babe?”

“Yeah,” I lie through a pant. “Give me more.”

He draws back and thrusts again. This time, the pain is partly pleasure. With each of his thrusts, he kisses my neck and grunts into it. His deep, guttural sounds turn me into a puddle.

I grip his shoulders as I eventually stretch to his size. After a while, the pain transforms into satisfying bliss. With each pump, his chest slides up and down mine as if he needs to be as close to me as possible. His deep groans mix with my breathless whimpers and the sounds of our bodies smacking together. I wanted it rough, but I’ll accept these slow and steady thrusts for now.

“I love you, Arella,” he whispers into my ear. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too, Trey,” I say as my head bangs against the pillow over and over.

His breaths send warm air down my shoulder. “I promise I’ll always love you—no matter what. And I’ll always fight for you. And protect you. And treat you right. And make love to you with my whole heart like I am right now.”

“Yes, Trey,” I moan. “I want that. All of it. But harder.”

“Harder?” He pushes himself up. “You want it harder?”

“Yes, Trey. Fuck me.”

His mouth parts, then he licks his bottom lip. “Beg for it.”

“Please!” I scream. “Fuck me!”

“Again.”

“Please! Give it to me as hard as you can.”

“Good girl.” He slaps a hand on either side of my hips and keeps me against him as he gets to his knees. Then he slams his cock into me over and over. With each thrust, he yanks my hips into him so our bodies meet as hard as they can. I scream his name to the ceiling and clench my hands into the sheets.

“Fuuuck...” he says between grunts. “You’re taking it so good, baby.”

I can’t respond. Not when he’s pounding into me so hard like this. It’s taking all my energy just to keep up with him. The mattress creaks beneath us again and again. I screw my eyes shut as the pleasure consumes all my senses. Just when I think it can’t get any better, his thumb finds my clit.

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