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I wanted her needy for me, obsessed with me like I was becoming obsessed with her.
“I want you to come so hard, you’ll throb every time you think about this moment. I want you to flood me. I can feel you soaking my leg, you’re so fucking desperate, aren’t you, sugar?”
“God, Tate,” she groaned, her eyelids closed, her teeth burying into her bottom lip.
I had her by the hips, increasing the speed I jerked her over my leg as her hand gripped my dick hard, like she didn’t want to let go. Her tits bounced with each pull and I released her for a moment to rip the shirt open so I could see them.
Reaching into the forgotten bowl on the counter, I dabbed ice cream onto each nipple, then swiped my tongue over one, the sweet tang flooding my mouth. I sucked in desperate pulls as her hand flew into my hair, tugging hard and eliciting growls from me.
“Again,” she demanded. I switched to her other nipple and gave it the same treatment. She shuddered against me, and I tugged her onto the floor, one hand cupping the back of her head as I placed hungry kisses over her neck and chest. I rocked my hips into the cradle of hers, hitting her perfectly each time judging by her whimpers.
“Fuck me, Tate. Please, get inside me,” she whispered urgently, fumbling at my sweatpants. Then I was freed and she was gripping me tight, her palm hot against me and she swiped the head of my dick through her wetness, coating me. The heat from her had me shaking, I couldn’t last much longer and I wanted to fuck her, hard.
“Stop playing, sugar.”
Her eyelids lowered seductively. “I like it when you tell me what to do.”
“Then put me inside you now so I can fuck this sweet pussy and make you scream,” I commanded, gripping her chin and crushing our mouths together in a bruising kiss. Her wet heat enveloped me inch by agonizing inch. My muscles pulled taut to fight against the urgency in my body but I could see how much she was enjoying torturing me and I wouldn’t take that away from her, no matter how desperate for her I was.
When our hips bumped together, she let out a contented sigh. I swallowed the sound, sealing our lips and then I started to fuck her. Hard, punishing thrusts, my hips swinging, hearing the sound of our flesh slapping together wetly.
It was dirty, filthy and fucking amazing.
Her little pleas and moans all fell into my mouth. I didn’t let her pull away, just absorbed each noise, every one feeding me, driving me higher. Giving me the approval that I craved, to know she was enjoying this, that I was doing it right.
I felt when she exploded, her body tightening and clenching around me so forcefully, I could barely thrust in and out, justhad to let her body choke me and it did. She came hard and long and I couldn’t hold out. Her body tore my orgasm from me in a sharp, blissful burst.
I kept thrusting gently and kissing her until we eventually stopped moving and just lay on the kitchen floor in a boneless heap of sated pleasure. I kissed her for what felt like hours. I couldn’t stop. Didn’t ever want to stop. I eventually hardened again inside her and we did it all over again. I’d never experienced anything like this, it was perfection.
When our eyes connected and I lost myself in her swirling indigo stare, silence reigned. The world quieted, just enough for the intense wave of peace to crash into me and wash away all the trauma, all the savage anger and misery and leave behind onlyus.This moment. Beautiful in its simplicity and sovitalfor my soul.
She was vital for my soul.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Gertie
“So, uh, that was great, thanks.” I rolled my eyes at my lameness as I pulled Tate’s shirt back on.
I turned away, trying to hide my trembling hands. I hadn’t stopped shaking, whether it was from the soul shattering orgasms or the intensity with which he kissed me for over an hour, I didn’t know. But Tate did everything intensely. I should have expected nothing else from him in the bedroom, or rather, the kitchen.
“Yeah,” he said, sounding far away. Something changed in him just now. I didn’t know what it was but it felt like a barrier came up. I didn’t blame him, I needed one too. I was starting to feel like this could be permanent when I knew it couldn’t be.
I buttoned up the shirt, which hung haphazardly now it was missing a couple after he tore it off me. But I didn’t care. I’d stand here with a tit out all day long. I had great tits and Tate clearly thought so too judging by the beard burn that was currently stinging my soft flesh. Besides, it was his own shirt he’d ruined, not that I planned on returning it.
Now he’d fucked me in it, it was mine.
I turned to face him, the wet patch on the thigh of his sweatpants heating my cheeks as I thought about how wantonly I’d rubbed myself over him. That’s how riled up he got me. I turned into some desperate, needy vixen who would fuck his leg given half a chance.
He stared at me, his silver eyes swirling with thoughts that I wanted to pick through, but I didn’t. I knew he wouldn’t tell me even if I asked him. The man was too damn bottled up.
I clapped my hands together. “I’m sorry, I needed the space to work. I ran out of room in my freezer. It’s for the fair.”
“It’s fine,” he said, his lip lifting on one side. Was it a smile? A smirk? A twitch? Gas?
“I know you don’t like people in your space so—” I rambled, flailing my arms at the countertop. Why was I being so awkward?
“I said it’s fine, Gertrude.”
