Page 45 of Bring Me Back
“Beg me for it,” he says with a sexy smirk.
I shake my head, and he flexes his fingers against my throat before shoving me backwards onto the bed. I land with a bounce before he peels his shirt off, his pants and boxer briefs following quickly. He’s growing harder the longer he looks at me, biting his lip as his eyes trace every curve of my body. I don’t cover up, not anymore, not for him. He loves every inch, every stretch mark, every soft piece of me.
“Beg for this cock, baby. I wanna hear it.” He commands, his hand gripping his shaft where I want mine to be. I whimper, precum dripping from his tip and coating his swollen head.
“Please, Beck. Don’t make me wait,” my voice is tense and needy.
“Are you soaked for me already, pretty girl? You’ve just been standing there all night in your beautiful white dress with this bare pussy waiting for my cock?” He crawls up to me, the bed dipping under the solid weight of his body. Two thick fingers press into me with ease. A moan rips from my throat, just one touch from him is enough to have me ready to combust.
“You know I am. You know I want you, Beck. I’ll beg for you, just please, please don’t make me wait any longer.” I sigh, my mind cloudy with desire. He replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, teasing me until my back bows off the mattress. My body searches for his, needing more and more of him. His mouth closes around my right nipple, tugging at my piercing, and I yelp, holding his head against my skin. His tongue flicks the piercing, soothing the sensitive skin. My internal muscles clench, desperately needing to be filled by him.
“Fuck, you are breathtaking when you beg, wife.” he whispers, sliding into me, burying himself to the hilt.
A deep groan rips from my throat. He buries his face in my neck, one of his favorite sensitive parts of me. He bites the flesh between my neck and shoulder, holding himself still inside me as our bodies become one.
“I will never get used to this feeling. Being so close to you this way, giving you everything you need, it’s all I ever want to do.” He pants heavily against my skin.
Histhrusts become more and more reckless, more frantic, his tempo brutal and intense. I bury my face against his shoulder as he moans with every thrust, his body tensing as his control slips. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come, I can’t hold it back.“ Pressure builds at my core, my skin heating to the point of discomfort. “I can’t…I…oh, fuck, Beck…”
“Come for me, Willow. Come all over your husband’s cock. You’re mine,” he growls, one hand gripping my throat again, commanding my body. “All fucking mine, forever and ever.”
I fracture, my body writhing around his as my nails dig into his biceps hard enough to draw blood. He swells inside me, the sensation palpable, but his thrusts never falling out of sync until he spills himself deep inside me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck,” he roars, panting as he holds himself still above me. I can see the small twinges of pain drifting across his face, and I guide his body down to the mattress next to me.
Our hands thread together as our bodies begin to cool, our breathing evening out after several long minutes of comfortable silence.
“Thank you,” I say, offering him a small smile.
“For that? Anytime at all, my love.” He gives me a cocky grin, and I smack his shoulder.
“No. Well... yes, but no. Thank you for giving me back the pieces of myself I thought were lost forever. Ican’t wait to see what comes next for us, Mr. Hayes.” I can’t stop smiling today, even if I wanted to.
“The possibilities are limitless, Mrs. Hayes.” He says, that perfect smile of his firmly in place.
I’l never be able to find the words to thank him for everything he’s done, but I’ll spend the rest of my life forever grateful that he brought me back.
epilogue
HELO
“If you don’t leave,I’m gonna get fired,” Willow giggles against my lips as she leans across the counter at Grovewood Ink.
“Don’t worry, pretty girl. I definitely know a guy,” I say, threading my fingers through her soft hair and pulling her into a deeper kiss. I will never get enough of kissing this woman.
We’ve been married for nearly a year now, an entire year of waking up in a fucking dream come true every day next to this beautiful woman. I didn’t think it was possible to fall more in love with her than I already was. But watching her blossom into a life uninhibited by the shadows that haunted her for years has been worth every hardship we experienced to get here. Willow is the most incredible person I’ve ever had the pleasure to know, and I get to spend forever with her.
The bell above the door chimes, but I don’t pull away. I savor one more taste of her sweet lips before someone clears their throat behind me.
“Don’t let us interrupt,” two college girls stand just inside the door smiling.
“Fine, get back to work. I’ll finish what I started when you get home tonight,” I tell Willow, giving her one more quick kiss before pulling away.
“Hey, don’t forget. Jaxon is video calling tonight at 5. He says he has something to tell us, so don’t be late. I’m thinking it has something to do with a certain girl he’s been casually mentioning for the last few months.” Willow smirks, and I nod. Jaxon’s year in London at art school has slowly evolved into his year spent with Emily, a girl he met in a pottery class. It must be serious if he’s even considering introducing her to his mom and I.
“Okay, honey. I’ll be there. If you could also be naked when I get home, that would be fantastic, thanks. I love you!” I shout, throwing her a wink as I walk out the door and laughing at the girls blushing as I walk past.
“I would never come up for air again if my man looked that fine,” one girl says quietly, and Willow dissolves into a fit of laughter.
