Page 175 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

“Fuck me, baby,” I promised, lashes fluttering. “You can go hard—it’s okay. I know you need it. You’ve been so patient for me, haven’t you?”

Alex responded with another of those impossibly distracting hip grinds. Like he couldn’t fathom the idea of pulling out—even if it meant he’d get to fuck back in.

“It’s okay,” I said, reaching back to assist him. I needed to keep one arm on the wall to brace myself, otherwise I’d face-plant—but my free hand, luckily the un-bandaged one, found Alex’s hip. He made a desperate sound when I gripped the bone, forcing him out of me by a few inches with a sharp tug. “I’ll help you.”

“No, no, no,” Alex whimpered, too respectful to fight me even though I knew it would be easy for him to overpower me. “You said I could?—”

“It’s okay,” I said. “Just…shift back a bit, let me help.” When I’d gotten him to move till he was halfway free, I finally let go. “Now in,” I commanded. Alex didn’t need to be told twice. He snapped his hips forward with a brutality that forced a groan out of the both of us.

I didn’t have to demonstrate for him again.

Alex growled, starting up a pace that was unrelenting. Brutal thrusts that made my eyes roll back and my feet skid across the damp tile. I gripped the wall for balance, chest shoved into it as Alex went to fucking town on my ass.

He’d never been this uncontrolled before—and I loved it.

Loved that I’d brought him to this point, all animal instinct.

Even more, I loved how full I felt.

HowneededI felt.

Split open, the clutch of my ass parting and spreading for the rough jerks of his hips. I was so stuffed it was all I could think about. The way Alex’scrown was slightly fatter than his base. The way it pounded directly into my prostate with every slap. So fucking delicious. Alex’s mouth dragged over my neck, my shoulders, leaving more bites, hickeys, and spit in his wake.

He didn’t speak again, too far gone to do anything but breed me the way I’d told him I wanted him to. He did make noises though. These hurt little sounds—grunts, and gasps, as he rutted into my hole like he was about to make good on his promise and knock me up.

“So good,” I gasped, my dick bouncing with every thrust.

At this rate, I was going to come untouched.

Stars swam behind my eyelids. My toes curled. My dick was leaking a trail of need against the wall. Chilly, but welcome pressed to my feverish skin. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me. I know you need to.”

Alex’s hand slid from my hip down my leg, and before I could process what was happening he’d folded my knee up, forcing me open wider. The new angle was even better than the last one had been, my entire weight wobbling on one leg as Alex’s hips jack-hammered against my ass.

So close.

I was so close—I just needed?—

And then he bit me. Hard. Hard enough I was almost certain it’d draw blood, his teeth sinking into the meat of my shoulder with a sharp sting. I came all over the wall, gasping and clenching down on him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—fuck this delicious fucking cunt,” Alex gasped out, breaking his silence as I spasmed around him. His hips continued to rut. Over and over and over, faster now—and then…hegroaned, low and luxurious.

Wet heat spilled inside me, flooding my ass as Alex’s thrusts slowed.

He let my leg down, and I sank against the wall, chest to belly. The chill was a balm on my feverish skin. Alex kissed over the bite he’d left, lapping at it with apologetic swipes of his tongue. His hands massaged circles over the bruises on my hips, half apologetic, half appreciative. Afterward, they ducked inward, chasing the shower-damp crease at my groin, fingers tucked betweenmy balls and upper thighs.

He didn’t seem to care that we’d both finished, or that his cum was going to start leaking out of me—he simply luxuriated in our shared pleasure. The steady swipes of Alex’s thumbs were explorative, running along my pubic hair and down my softening length as he wiggled his fingers lower, lower, possessively around my balls.

“Mine,” Alex’s voice was soft as one of his hands cupped my dick and the other snugged around my sac. To hear talkative, charismatic, “everything man” Alex, reduced to a caveman was erotic as hell.

“Mmm,” I murmured in agreement, so sucked up in his touches my mouth refused to work.

“Mytiny cock,” Alex gave it a squeeze, and I whined. “My balls.” He gave them a liberal rub. “My pussy.” The last word was punctuated by a needy flex of his hips, driving his softening dick deep again.

“Mmm,” I repeated, lips against the tile—germs be damned.

“My…” The hand that had been on my balls slid up my belly, my chest, and settled around my throat. He squeezed. “MyGeorgie.”

Those words were a promise as much as they were a declaration.

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