Page 147 of Make Me Trust Again
“Yes. All of it.” She whimpers as I hit just the right spot, her lips brushing against my good ear. “Just you. You feel so good. More… I need…”
I speed up my movements, my mouth brushing against hers. “I want you to come for me, sweetheart.”
I kiss her just as her body goes over the edge. My fingers hold her throat, feeling her low moan as she comes on my cock. Her pleasure, the way her wet heat wraps around me, sucking me deeper into her pussy is just too much. The pressure at the base of my spine rises, my body going taut as I spill inside of her. I continue rocking inside her slowly, her pussy squeezing around my length, milking me until we’re both spent.
Her hands quiver, so I let my hand fall to hold our weight. Pulling out of her, I gently lay her down and turn her around. She blinks those sky-blue eyes open, a content smile curling her lips as I brush her hair out of her face.
“Good?”
“Magnificent.”
“Yeah?” I slide my hand over her body, goosebumps rising on her flesh. “I wasn’t too rough?”
“I like your rough.” She slides her hand to her belly, intertwining her fingers with mine and bringing them to her mouth, her lips pressing against my palm. “It makes me feel alive in the best way possible.”
“You make me feel alive.”
It’s the truth. I’ve been so empty for so long, but ever since she and Kyle moved in, it’s like my world has slowly been gaining color again. I still don’t believe I deserve it, but I want to enjoy it for as long as I can.
She shifts slightly, her leg bending, and I can see a little bit of my cum slide out of her. I extend my hand, gliding my fingers through her pussy, and rubbing it over her mound. Marking her as mine.
There’s something primal about seeing her covered in my cum, and although I just came inside of her, I can feel my cock twitch to life again.
“We’re all dirty.”
Slowly, I lift my gaze to find her grazing her teeth over her lower lip.
“We sure are.”
She lets her lip pop as she pushes into a sitting position, her tongue sliding over her lower lip. “I think I promised you a clean-up. I like to keep my promises.”
She slides a few steps down, kneeling between my spread thighs. “I guess the bed can wait a little bit longer.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
ROSE
The rays of the early morning sun illuminate the bed, warming my skin. I extend my hand, feeling my muscles stretch as I slowly open my eyes, only to find an empty bed. I blink a few times, my hand skimming over the cold sheets, and I can’t help but feel a pang of disappointment.
I reach for the pillow, burrowing my head into it. Chase’s scent still lingers on the sheets, so he must have spentsometime in here. Although considering we’ve spent the whole afternoon in his bedroom after I got home from work, I can’t say I’m surprised. My cheeks flush when I remember the things he did to my body. The things I did to his. The way he filled me, my pussy, my mouth… The way those calloused fingers roamed my body, making it quake under his touch in the best way possible. I’ve never known sex could be this fun, this fulfilling. That being with another person could make you feel so much. Being with John was never like that. Not even in the beginning.
Pushing upright, I hold the sheet to my chest as I look around the room. My clothes are nowhere to be found, so I make my way to the dresser and open the first drawer. Neatly folded shirtsgreet me. Is there such a thing as fifty shades of black? Because if there is, Chase’s closet is the inspiration for it. I grab the first shirt and slip it on as I make my way to the bathroom.
He mentioned that he’s been renovating the upstairs rooms. Shiny new light gray tiles adorn the en-suite bathroom. There’s a big shower in the corner of the room that we tested out at some point yesterday, along with a bath. I quickly do my business and wash my hands. Looking up, I meet my reflection in the mirror and just stare at it for a while—this complete stranger.
Chase’s shirt is hanging loose around me. My short hair is a mess of wild curls, my cheeks are flushed, and my big eyes twinkle with excitement. I raise my hand, tracing the side of my neck where there’s no ignoring the faint marks from Chase’s stubble as he whispered dirty things into my ear while his dick was sinking into me in the middle of the night. My thighs clench, and I can already feel the wetness pooling between them.
It’s unnerving and exhilarating how much he makes me feel.
Letting my hand drop, I exit the bathroom and pad barefoot downstairs, listening for any sound of Chase, but there is only quiet. I peek into the kitchen, but when I don’t find anybody, I move to the living room. Shadow is the first one who spots me. She’s lying on her bed in the corner of the room, one eye peeking open, but when she sees it’s me, she shifts slightly and goes back to sleep. Teddy, on the other hand, is completely out. I’m not sure when Chase brought him over that first night, but he’s been here this whole time. He seems a bit happier with Shadow around at least, but yesterday, when we took the dogs for a walk after dinner, he tried to drag me back to the cottage in search of Kyle.
Chase, on the other hand, is sitting on the couch and staring intently at the laptop in front of him with deep ridges between his brows. Whatever he’s watching has his whole attention. I move closer, just in time to catch his hands move.
I narrow my eyes slightly.What is he do?—
His head snaps up, those serious eyes zeroing in on me. My heart races as I’m met with his stern expression, but then the recognition sets in, and I can see him relax.
I lift my hand and rub at the back of my neck. “Good morning.”
