Page 91 of Rebound
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he calls out and I laugh.
His hands slide up my hips and I force air out through my nose desperately, hating that I have no idea what’s going on. He says something, but the words are muffled. I attempt to shift, but a sting across my ass stops me. I’m too stunned to speak or make a sound and it happens again. This time arousal joins the party. I steady myself against the bike seat as he does it a few more times. With every spank, my pussy throbs and I’m surely making a mess. But that’s what he wants, right?
“Hold onto the seat, baby.”
I barely hear the words before his mouth is pressed to my slit. My arms buckle and I catch myself by dropping to my elbows. He doesn’t do it gently either, he feasts. His teeth and tongue work me over. I rock back against his mouth, desperate for more. He obliges by dragging his tongue through my pussy and then his hands open me up. I spread my legs and he licks me from front to back before pushing fingers into me. My head falls to the seat as I continue to ride his mouth and fingers.
My knees shake and he sucks on me, the sounds floating over on the wind. I groan at the overstimulation, but don’t want him to stop. His fingers twist and pump faster into me. The pleasure sends shivers up my spine and I push onto my toes as my body starts to tremble. Then I’m coming on a loud moan. His tongue slides through my arousal and fingers thrust into me. I drop to my heels and sway, his hand on my hip to steady me.
The ocean breeze strokes up the insides of my thighs and brushes against my wet pussy as he vanishes. I whimper, rocking back for more. On wobbly arms, I lift myself up and look over my shoulder to find Patrick staring at me with a hand wrapped around his cock. My eyes drop to his hand and my pussy clenches.
“You need to be closer to fuck me, Trick.”
He meets my gaze and chuckles. He steps forward and presses against me gently as one hand slides up my back to grip my jaw. Smiling, he traces the shape of my lips with his thumb.
“Maybe I’ll fuck this sassy mouth later,” he mutters. “For now, Lo. I want the whole fucking world to know who’s making you scream. Okay, baby?”
I’ll be howling at the moon once he’s inside me, we both know this.
He gathers my skirt in one hand and pushes it to the side, cutting off my line of sight. I tighten my grip on the seat and press my chest to the leather. I know this lifts my ass up further and Patrick groans loudly. When I spread my legs, he drags a finger through my folds and I wriggle against his touch. He does it again before pushing two fingers inside me. I rock back and he sinks deeper, a guttural moan falling from his lips. Pressing my forehead to the seat, I rock back and forth until he slides his fingers out.
Waves crashing is the probably the most romantic sound to have while being bent over a bike and fucked by my baby daddy. I force myself to breathe slowly as Patrick notches the crown of his cock against my pussy. I bite my lip and steady myself, even though all I want to do is push back and have him fill me at once. He dips in some more and I moan, but then he pulls back. I grip the edge of the seat and he does it again.
“Patrick!” I shout in frustration.
His dark chuckle reaches me and I whine under my breath. He presses against me and pulls back again, but before I can protest, he fills me in one hard thrust. The breath is knocked out of me and I gasp as his cock twitches inside me. Oh holy god. I force air into my lungs as his fingers dig into my sides, but he doesn’t move. I can hear his heavy breathing before he pulls out and thrusts back in. He does this a few more times, like he’s experimenting with what he can do. Every forward motion pulls another moan out of me. He fills me again and I shake. He’s so deep, I can taste him.
Patrick starts to move in earnest now, shallow at first, then deeper and harder. One hand slides up my back and his fingers tangle in my thick curly mane. His thrusts get rougher, fucking me thoroughly. I lift myself onto my hands and his chest presses to my back as he bends with me. I gasp at the weight of him, but it’s not enough. I lift a hand and grab his hair as he pulls at mine, tilting my head back. His mouth latches onto my neck and he sucks, teeth sinking into the skin as he continues to fuck me.
I release his hair to slip a hand between my thighs, pressing my fingers to my clit. I clench around him with the first contact and we both moan when his thrusts falter. My walls pulse and I do it again, drawing another animalistic sound from him. His other hand comes up to wrap around my throat and I’m putty, easy to mould and bend to his will. I continue to rub myself as his thrusts turn punishing, the sound of our bodies slapping echoing around us. It’s filthy and hot and dirty all at once. And I never want it to stop.
He squeezes my throat as I pinch my clit, sending us both forward. His hand drops to cradle my stomach instinctively and I brace my elbows against the bike as he fucks me. My pussy flutters and when he touches my clit, I shatter. My scream bounces off the trees. After a few more thrusts, Patrick comes as well, spilling into me. It feels endless with how hard his hips are pressed to mine. My breath catches when I feel something sliding down the inside of my thighs. It takes me a minute to realise it’s us.
“I kept my promise; filled you up nice and good,” he rumbles and I shiver.
His hands settle on my hips, smoothing over my skin, and he slowly pulls out of me. I feel more of our cum spill out, my knees wobbling as I lean against the bike. I start to offer my skirt to wipe us clean when his fingers drag up my thighs and then push into me. My eyes roll back in my head as he does it again.
There’s a moment when I think I’m never going to be able to stand before Patrick helps me up and turns me in his arms. I’m limp and well fucked, and incredibly happy. He grins and I return it, my arms snaking around his neck. He kisses my forehead, the tip of my nose and gently against my mouth. I love you, I say to myself and cup the back of his head holding him in place. With his eyes closed, I admire the length of his eyelashes and the shape of his nose, hoping our kid is blessed with all these parts of him. My heart clenches when I think about how I might not have had this at all.
“Whoa, what’s wrong?” I blink in confusion until he’s wiping a tear from my face. “Fuck, I hurt you, didn’t I?”
“No! I’m thinking about us. This. Our baby.”
He nods slowly, like he’s trying to understand what it means. “Sad things?”
“Never.” I cup his face and stroke my thumb over his cheeks. “Really good things. About how this is the best thing ever. How I’m glad it’s you.”
His hard expression softens and he sighs softly. “It was always meant to be you, Tamara.”
Thirty-Two. Infernal ex
Patrick
I knew once Tamara and I started fucking, it would be impossible to stop. When we got home after indulging in a little public fucking, I had her up against the shower wall as I took her again. Then I washed and cleaned her up properly. I didn’t want my baby mama to get an infection. We curled up in bed and slept long enough to reboot our systems. Thank god for the weekend—we didn’t put on a stitch of clothing and stopped only for a few hours to cook and eat. She even suggested we order in, but I wasn’t letting the mother of my child eat junk. It was worth it though, because there’s not a single inch of this apartment we haven’t defiled.
Even the largest window that looks into the other apartment…I fucked her there.
I’m slowly learning about her kinks and desires. She’s loud as fuck, probably worrying her neighbours with all the screaming, mewling and swearing. I haven’t asked about the sex rooms she apparently designs and I’m curious whether it’s trickled into her sex life at all. The idea of her being kinky with her ex leaves a bad taste in my mouth. He had eight years and didn’t take care of her, so he couldn’t have been interested in exploring new things.
