Page 7 of Picture Perfect
“I love you,” he says, pushing forward with his hips and entering me with his cock. “You know that right?”
I put my hand on his chest and look to the side. It feels so good to have him in my channel. Why does he have to keep saying all these words he’s bound to regret once it’s over. “Don’t,” I say. “Please, just don’t. Let’s not get carried away. Can’t we just have some fun now and then see where things end up?”
He cups my face in his hands and thrusts forward until his entire length is deep inside my cunt.
“No, Angel,” he growls. “I need you to know now. I’ve never met a woman like you. You’re my soul mate. You’re the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. Build a family with. This isn’t some moment of passion. This isn’t something I’m going to regret in the morning. This is me making love to the most perfect woman I’ve ever met. The soon-to-be mother of my children. My very own angel.”
He grabs my hips. Our lips unite. I bite down as he pulls away and he smiles and then kisses me more and the whole time he’s fucking me fast and raw and pushing me closer and closer to another climax I’m not even sure I’ll be able to survive.
“You mean it?” I pant. “Don’t you? You really fucking mean it?”
His lips find my breasts. He takes my nipple between his teeth and bites down softly on my sensitive skin.
“Of course I mean it. I never say anything I don’t mean. Not when it comes to love. Not when it comes to you.”
I roll him onto his back. He smiles up at me as I smother his face with my tits.
His giant hands hold onto my ass. I slam down with my hips, loving the way his balls feel as they slap against me.
“Yes, Angel. Ride me. Ride me hard!”
I pin his hands to the floor on either side of his head and grind my pussy on his cock.
He reaches up with his mouth and kisses me.
I never want this moment to stop. But with every second that passes, I come closer and closer to explosion.
Chase senses I’m near.
Somehow, he manages to stand up, his cock still inside me. He carries me over to the wall. My legs are in the air. My feet rest against his head. My back slams against the cold plasterboard.
I swallow him whole with my cunt. He powerfucks me into oblivion. Until my vision is blurry. My face covered with sweat. His tongue in my mouth and his hands on my ass and the sound of my voice screaming his name over and over again bouncing off the walls like a beach ball at a beach party on world beach day.
“Yes!” I scream one final time. I rest my head against his shoulder, unable to take any more. My climax surges through every fiber of my being. I’ve never felt like this before. Never felt such an intensity of emotion and physical bliss. It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Hey,” he brushes the hair out of my face and holds me close. The last waves of joy are still pulsating through my body. “Are you okay?”
I can’t help but laugh. If he knew how I felt, he wouldn't be asking me that.
I’m his now.
I’ve surrendered myself completely. Body, mind, and soul.
“Yes,” I mumble. My voice sounds heavy. Thick. Like I’ve been drugged. “I’ve never been better.”
Epilogue
Hazel
Six Months Later…
I run my foot up the inside of Chase’s leg. He smiles at me wolfishly from across the candlelit table.
He takes my foot in his massive, muscular hand and places it over his crotch. He’s as hard as a rock. I run my tongue over my lips and think about what it would be like if we were alone and naked and making love.
“Maybe we should get the check,” I say.
He looks down at his plate and laughs. “We’re only on the appetizers.”
