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“Yeah, babe, keep fucking squirming on my dick. It feels amazing. I’m never gonna let you get away, so you might as well just take it, while I fuck your brains out.”
His hand tightened in my hair again, as the rest of him eased away from me, and then his body slammed against mine again, driving his cock hard into me. I let out a sound halfway between a gasp and a grunt. It wasn’t painful, but it was close enough to feel amazing.
“Stop.” My muttered word was ignored, as he moved both hands to my hips, and started ramming into me. It was perfection. It was everything I wanted, so when he suddenly cursed and backed away, I was whimpering, and begging him to fuck me. He fussed around behind me, and then suddenly he was back. His fingers bit into my hips as he drove back inside me with a hard thrust, and let out a groan.
“I don’t ever want to not be inside you, vixen. You’re fucking made for me.”
“No.” My whispered response made him laugh.
“Exactly.”
I wriggled against him, and then let out a relieved sigh when he started thrusting again, lifting a foot up on the bed, to change the angle, and put more power into each thrust. He’d obviously backed away to remove his boots and jeans, because they were gone.
He went from heavy, deep thrusts, to suddenly shallower, rapid thrusts, like he was jackhammering into me, and for the first time in my life, I came from being fucked. My body flexed against his, as I gasped my way through my orgasm, and then I heard him let out a low curse, ramming hard against me, and holding still, as his own release shuddered through him, and I felt him pulsing inside me.
“Fucking hell, you really are a fucking vixen.” His words were harsh whispers against my ear, as he moved his leg and lowered himself over me for a moment, catching his breath, while I gasped for mine.
I felt Ice’s warm lips touch my cheek, then my neck, and then he was easing up and out of me. I felt his hands working my hands free from his t-shirt, and then he was gently lifting me up, to lay me on my bed, before he joined me, wrapping himself around my back, his arm draped over me.
He kissed my neck again, nuzzling his face into my hair.
“That was fucking amazing. We’re doing that again, right?”
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Ididit.Iactuallyfucking did it, and I didn’t let her down. I didn’t letmyselfdown. I didn’t go off early, and look like a pussy this time, and Jesus, it was so fucking good. What the hell was all that ‘chase me’ business before? I wasn’t sure, but I wanted to do it again. A lot. It was like it woke something up inside of me. Something that wasn’t already broken, and faulty, like the rest of me.
“Ice?”
“Yeah, babe.”
Lissa sighed, pressing back against me.
“Was that weird?”
I frowned. I really fucking hoped not, because I loved it.
“Was it weird for you?”
She giggled, turning to try and look at me.
“Are you the one shrinking me now?”
I laughed, and we moved, so she could face me while we talked. She rested one hand on my chest, tracing my tattoo, and probably feeling my heart thudding under her fingertips.
“Honestly? I fucking loved it. I’ve never done anything like that, but the second you ran, it was like fucking hunting time. I wanted to chase you down, and make you mine. Was I too rough?”
She smiled, still tracing my tattoo, her eyes on my chest.
“Do I look so fragile, Ice?”
“You know, you’re not on the clock right now. You can just answer questions, without sending them back at me like that.”
She giggled softly, using her nail to trace lightly over the colours on my chest. It felt good, but more than that, it felt like her hands should have always been on me.
“I’ve never done anything like that before,” she finally whispered, meeting my eyes, her finger no longer tracing over my skin. She looked embarrassed, god no, that’s not it. She looked shy.
“So it was a first for both of us, but it was good, right? Like… I really want to chase you again, and I want to fuck you like that, like I have to remind you you’re mine. It feels weird to say it, but… you knew exactly what you were doing, huh?”
