Page 161 of For Wrath and Redemption
“Oh fuck, Trouble.”
My hand is no comparison to her pussy. Three months without her, and I’m a fucking wreck. I haven’t even moved yet, and my eyes are sparking white. Slowly, I move in and out of her, pulling my dick all the way out before pushing back in. I try to hold back. I try to get myself under control, but she whimpers, and my body tingles. It’s a lethal combination. I bounce my eyes from her face to her pregnant belly to her pussy, where my cock slides in and out. It’s too much. It’s too fucking much. It’s too good.
I push in deep and stop moving. I close my eyes and breathe. I try to regain some composure, but then she flexes around me, and I choke on a moan.
“Baby, don’t. I’m going to come.”
She does it again, and I open my eyes to find her eyes sparkling and her mouth open on a whimper. She flexes, pulsing around my aching cock, whimpering with each contraction of her muscles.
“You’re going to make me come,” I rasp out. “If you want me to last?—”
“Rub my clit.”
Goddamn it, this is going to be over in seconds. I suck on my thumb and rub circles on her clit, then she speeds up, tightening around my cock, then relaxing, over and over.
“Oh fuck. Claire. Claire.” I growl and rub her clit faster. I clench my teeth, breathe through my nose, and grit out my next words. “Trouble, I’m about to fill you so fucking full with my cum, and you better fucking come with me. I want you to orgasm so hard my cum drips down your ass cheeks. You understand me?”
She nods frantically, her mouth opening on a silent cry right before I lose it with her. Her pussy clenches with her orgasm, and I can’t avoid mine anymore.
I come with a rumbling moan, thrusting deeper until I’ve spilled every last drop of cum into her. Then, when I pull out slowly, I rub her clit again, making her tense up so I can watch my cum seep from her. I rub my fingers through it and shove them back into her, keeping it there until her pussy stops fluttering around me.
When our orgasms have passed, I drop down beside her. I rub my hand up and down her stomach and kiss her deeply. My heart swells, and my stomach flips.
“I’ve never been this happy,” I confess. “I’m so fucking in love with you that I’m borderline obsessive.”
Claire smiles and laughs softly. “Kegels make you euphoric, hm?”
“Youmake me euphoric. This makes me euphoric. The fact that this is my life now, this is my normal, makes me fucking euphoric.” I slide my hand to her throat and rest it there. Her eyes flare, and I smirk. “I hope you’re prepared. I’m going to love you so fucking hard, you won’t know what hit you.”
She mimics my move, resting her hand on the base of my throat. I picture her holding my heart in her palm.
“Is that so?”
“Mhmm.” I kiss her. “Checkmate, Trouble. This win is all mine.”
41
JONAH
“How are you feeling?”
I look at Claire and raise my eyebrows, then nod to my rapidly bouncing leg.
“I’m so fucking nervous I might explode.” Claire laughs and squeezes my hand. “Can’t they make it a little warmer in here, though?”
“I know, right? It’s always so cold.”
“It’s been like this every time?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll go get someone to turn the heat up.”
I spring from my chair, but she grabs my arm, stopping me. “Sit down. It’s fine.”
I sit like she asked, then reach in my pocket for my gum. I pop a piece in my mouth and chew. It’s a piss-poor substitute for smoking, especially in moments like this. A few months ago, I’d have needed a pack of cigarettes and a trusty prescription cocktail just to get through it. Now, I’m relying on gum and willpower.
Sobriety is fucking hard. It gives me more respect for Sav. Everything is still so raw that even the smallest things feel huge at first. I made it through the first ninety days, though, and I’m proud of that. I didn’t even try the first time around. They tell you the first ninety days are the hardest part, but that doesn’t mean that the rest is a walk in the park.
