Page 22 of Tight End
“Your breasts were already perfect, but watching them grow, swelling with milk and dripping for our baby…shit.” I gave both mounds a firm squeeze. “Yeah, I’m gonna need to fuck these later.”
I switched to the other peak, sucking harder until she whimpered. Her hips rolled against mine, and I caught the scent of her arousal.
Shifting, I laid her back on the couch and peeled her jeans off. Her panties were damp and clinging to her, and I took my time sliding them down.
But when I looked at her—really looked—I saw how tired she still was. How pale and fragile.
I hesitated, bracing my hands on either side of her. “I’ve been thinking about this for four long damn weeks, Marissa. You need to tell me to stop because I don’t think I have it in me to be gentle.”
She reached for my shirt and yanked me down. “Then don’t.”
I frowned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m tired, not breakable. And I’ve been waiting just as long. I don’t want gentle. I want to see you lose control.”
“Then you’re gonna take it rough tonight,” I snarled, barely hanging on. “I need to fuck these weeks off me.”
Marissa’s body trembled, and she whispered, “I want to be fucked, Raiden.”
Something snapped inside me.
Clothes flew. Mine, hers—both gone in record time. Then I hauled her legs over my shoulders and slammed into her in one deep, brutal thrust.
She screamed my name, her head thrown back and eyes rolling as her back bowed off the cushions.
Tight. Wet. Silken walls clenching around me like a fucking glove. So damn hot it felt like I was being swallowed whole. Her body welcomed me, sucked me in, and gripped me like it never wanted to let go.
I thrust again, rougher this time. In the back of my mind was the nagging reminder that I should slow down. But fuck, I didn’t want her gentle. I wanted her screaming, clawing, soaked, and begging.
“If you weren’t already carrying my baby, you would be when I’m done with you tonight.” I sped up my pace, and my cock bumped her cervix every time I filled her. “Probably gonna fuck another one into you as soon as this kid is born.”
Marissa’s pussy flinched, then gushed, soaking my cock.
Son of a bitch.She was gonna kill me. “Fuck, baby, I can feel how wet you got just from thinking about me putting another baby in you. You’re dripping all over me. Making a mess. I fucking love it.”
I took her like a man possessed, rutting into her with a pace that bordered on savage. Her cries turned frantic. It was ruthless, deep, and unrelenting. Her breasts bounced with every slam, her nipples pebbled and flushed, and her mouth openas moans spilled out uncontrollably. Her hands clawed at the cushions. She was wild beneath me, taking everything I gave her and pleading for more.
“You like that, baby?” I grunted, sweat sliding down my spine as I drove into her over and over. “You like this cock filling your tight little pussy?”
“Yes,” she cried. “Raiden—oh yes!”
“Take it, baby,” I growled, thrusting harder. “Scream my name. Let the whole city know who fuckin’ owns you. Whose kid is growing inside you.”
Her walls clamped down, and I felt her coming, tightening around me like a velvet fist.
“Good girl,” I praised, voice thick with heat. “Come all over me, gorgeous. Soak me. Let that sweet little pussy gush. That’s it…fuck, yeah. Oh fuck!”
She shattered beneath me, and her orgasm triggered mine like a fuse. I slammed deep and stayed there, locked tight, my balls flush to her ass as I came hard.
I roared her name as I spilled inside her, pulse after pulse of hot seed filling her up. “Fuck, yes. Take every drop, baby.”
Rocking against Marissa, I worked her through her climax until she lay there boneless and panting, her skin flushed and her body marked by my hands, my mouth, and my seed.
When I finally collapsed over her, panting like I’d just run wind sprints, I kissed the corner of her mouth and murmured, “Mine.”
Still breathless, she whispered, “Yours.”
I wrapped my arms around her, still buried deep, and knew I wasn’t done.
