Page 43 of Clover

“I want you inside me.” I manage to say between ravenous mouth fucking. I need him. I need to feel him. I want to make him lose his fucking mind the way he just made me lose mine. He doesn’t answer with words but by shifting his hips down to align the head of his hard thick cock with my pussy. A small whimper escapes my lips when he tauntingly runs the tip of his cock along my seam. Coating himself in my wetness.

“Fuck baby. You are so fucking sexy. I wanna ram my dick inside you and fuck you till we both can’t see straight. But tonight, I’m gonna take you slow. I want to feel every inch of you. I want to enjoy seeing you writhe under me.”

Shit.

I very well might lose my damn mind tonight. Nix has never taken it slow with me. We’ve always been frantic and animalistic, attacking one another. This Nix is different, and I like it. His movements are slow and methodical. Pumping his hard length into me one agonizingly mind-blowing inch at a time. Stretching me to fit his large size. Coaxing breathy mewls from me with each thrust.

All the while, his free hand roams my body. Cupping my breast, running soft fingertips down my side and around my hip. His large fingers spreading out across my ass and lifting me to meet his leisurely thrusts. Pulling my knees to wrap snugly around his waist. Our joined bodies moving rhythmically together. Nix’s lips never leave my skin. Either he’s devouring my mouth or worshiping my neck and collarbone. Sending shivers down my spine and settling between my legs where his cock fills me.

I can feel his balls pressing against my ass as he slides his entire length inside my pussy. He releases a shuddering breath against my breasts, his forehead resting in the crook of my neck. He begins picking up speed. His body was hot with sweat, every muscle tense and primed. The hard ridges under my fingertips only sending me farther into the bliss oblivion that is Nix Colton. Reaching as far as I can, I dig my nails into his ass. Pressing in with my heels and pulling him closer, deeper into me.

“Fuck…Clover. You’re so goddamn perfect. I know I said I was gonna go slow, but I can’t. Not anymore. I need to fuck you—hard.” I can tell he’s having a hard time restraining himself. He wants to draw it out and take his time. But his own need is building, and he can’t take it anymore.

Neither can I.

“Then fuck me, Nix,” I whisper in his ear, my hot breath sending shivers down his neck.

Then he does. Not waiting any longer, his speed increases, and his thrusts become wild and needy. Digging his fingers into the soft flesh of my ass, rocking me into him to match the motion of his hips. Swiveling and grinding his pelvis to mine.

Fucking perfection.

That’s where I am as he plows into me, harder, faster, angrier. His thick length rubbing my clit with every thrust pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I can feel his orgasm building in the frantic pounding of his cock inside me.

“Come on my cock, sweet cheeks. I wanna feel you squeeze me before I come in your sweet cunt.”

Fuck me. His filthy words push me that little extra distance, causing my body to spasm and contract around him. Squeezing his cock tight inside my channel. I can feel the ridge of his head rubbing that spot inside that makes my eyes roll back inside my head. I scream into his chest, biting down on the muscle of his pec. Tight and hard under my teeth.

He responds in the like shoving deep inside me with a deep gravely growl as his cock pulses his release inside me. I can feel his hot cum filling me. Warming me, and it turns me on so fucking much one final orgasm pulses through me. Clenching down on his throbbing cock still inside me.

“Shit—fuck.” The sensations are all too much for my muddled brain to comprehend as my body goes limp in Nix’s embrace. He’s still holding himself up above me. Resting his head on my chest while he catches his breath. Still seated inside me, aftershock tremors cause his dick to pulse inside me every couple of seconds as he comes down from his own orgasmic high.

It takes him a good thirty seconds to regain his composure enough to pull out and roll onto the bed next to me. Grabbing me and pulling me tight against his side. His hand leisurely running through my crazy sex hair. Smoothing it down and pressing soft kisses to my forehead and temple.

“That was—fucking amazing.” He says into my hair, his lips brushing the top of my forehead with another kiss.

“Yeah—it kinda was. I didn’t know I could come like that.”

“You were spectacular. I’m going to have to make you come like that again. Soon.”

“No arguments here.”

His soft chuckle rumbles through his chest as we lay there panting, trying to regain our senses wrapped up in one another. The aftermath of our lovemaking is still present between my legs and slick on his still half-hard cock resting against this thigh.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” Before he removes his sweaty body from the bed, he presses one more soft kiss to my lips. Sauntering over to the bathroom, glorious naked ass gleaming in the moonlight.

A minute later, he returns with a damp rag in hand. Sliding it in between my thighs, cleaning my tender bits. No man has ever cared enough to do such a thing before. His lips press tender kisses into my stomach as he cleans me. Carefully, gently. When he’s done, he deposits the rag on the floor, ignoring it and returning his attention to me once again.

Thick, strong arms wrap around me. Engulfing me in their strength and comfort. Shielding me from the world outside of us. Embracing me in the heat of his soul. Spreading warmth and liquifying my insides. Softening me against him, allowing him to keep me, make me his. Forever.

Soft sheets wrap around us, and somehow the pillows reappeared on the bed. Creating a cocoon for us to recharge in.

At some point, Sloan decided it was safer on the dog bed on the floor than on the bed with us. Probably a good idea. We don’t want to traumatize her at such a young age.

“Was she watching us the whole time?” Lifting my head, I look in the direction of Nix’s gaze. He’s watching Sloan, who’s watching us.

“Probably.”

“So, she’s a little freaky, just like her owner.”

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