Page 83 of I Despise You
“I can’t take it anymore,” he says.
His hands wrap around me and he pulls me up. He throws me on the bed, so I’m on my hands and knees. He grasps my wrists and pins them on the small of my back with one hand. My cheek is pressed against the bed, my hips up. I hear him shift behind me, and I can barely fight the urge to push back toward him. My need is completely overpowering, and I like it.
He shoves himself inside me, and I cry out as I stretch around him. He pulls out almost all the way and dives back in. My thoughts scatter as his hard, strong thrusts leave me breathless. His grip on my wrists tightens as he pounds into me until my moans are so loud I’m sure everyone will be able to hear me.
Chase grunts as he slams himself deep inside me, and my release rages through me.
“Chase,” I gasp out.
His body envelops mine as he holds me close. My body throbs and tingles as he pushes inside me one more time.
When he lets go of me and lies next to me, I roll into his arms. We’re both breathless, and his finger brushes my cheek.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I press myself close to him, his arms around me.
When I look up at him, he kisses me.
“I love you,” I say, and his jaw goes slack before he smiles.
“No one has ever said that to me before,” he says.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I’m going to keep saying it.” I grin. “I love you! I love you! I love you!”
“I love you too.” His mouth finds mine again.
