Chapter 126 I love you.
CHAPTER 126
I love you.
SCARLETT – POINT OF VIEW
He doesn’t fuck me.
Instead, he sits his cock firmly in me, and grabs on to my hips firmly.
He shifts his hips and fucks me slowly at an angle. He finds my G-spot immediately, and my legs start to tremble on the third thrust.
His gaze does not leave mine, as if he can read my mind. He fucks me slowly, making love to me. The water ripples around us, and my toes curl in desire.
I kiss him softly, my tongue in his mouth as his dick slides out of me, in quick succession. He drills me softly, letting me feel every inch of his engorged dick. He spreads me out, stretches me to the limit and makes me feel heavenly. I don’t know how we’ve gone so long without having sex. The foundation of what we were building isn’t broken.
“You’re shaking,” he whispers, latching on to my neck.
Desire pumps into my veins.
I lift myself and slam down on his dick.
I grab on to his shoulder and begin to ride him.
He leans backwards and watches as I move with finesse. My hair flows behind me as I ride him. This isn’t just sex. I don’t think it has ever been just sex. This is more than that. This is everything.
I focus on my own orgasm and begin to grind down on him.
I grind down my hard clit, feeling his swollen balls flush against me. He is deep in me, deeper than anyone has ever been. I stop moving and feel as he swells in me. Pleasure floods me as his tip jerks in me.
He clenches his jaw hard and tries to hold back his orgasm, but I don’t want him to, so I roll my hips experimentally. He grabs on to my hips, nails digging into my flesh, and I come hard from the roughness.
I clench him hard as my cunt ripples.
A cry rips out of me, tears in my eyes as I come hard.
He groans, swallowing my groans in his mouth as he spills warmth in my cunt. We are fucking without a condom again, and I do not care.
I am panting, breathless, and still so hungry.
He steps out of the tub and carefully helps me out so we won’t slip. He leads me to the bed, puts me on my fours, and shoves into me at once. I gasp, grabbing onto the sheets as he slams into me. He fucks me hard, slamming into me as deep as he can. My whole body starts to shiver. His thrusts are imprinting on my body. I’ll feel him for days after this, and I look forward to it.
He wraps my hair around his hand, pulls hard, sending shivers down my spine as he drills me.
The room is filled with the noise of our consummation.
The air is thick with the musk of sex and need.
I am dripping with his cum, which makes his thrusts easy.
“You are mine, Scarlett.” He groans, sweat beading on my back.
My pussy clenches around him, another orgasm ripping out of me. I tremble, crying, gasping for air as I come hard again. He pulls out of me, and I see him holding his cock firmly at the base, holding back on his own orgasm.
I reach for him, wrap my arm around his hips and slowly feed his cock into my mouth.
He throws his head backwards, holds my head firmly as I lick our essence off his rod.
I want him to feel me every time, too.
I suck his tip, mouth watering, and I take his entire length in my mouth. I relax my throat and let him go deeper. He cradles my head softly and starts to fuck my throat. He shoves deep in my throat, and I suck down on his cock. I do not gag or choke. I wrap my arms around him, taking him deep in my mouth. He pulses and starts to come.
“Oh, baby, baby, fuck, yes.” He groans deeply, spurting hot come down my throat.
I swallow every drop and lick his tip, sucking out his cum.
He slips from my mouth, leaving a trail of cum.
I swallow every drop, and he kisses me hard, sucking on my tongue.
He pushes me on the bed, spreads my legs open and flattens his tongue on my cunt. He sucks my clit into his mouth and grazes my cunt with his teeth. I jerk, toes curling, but he holds me in place. I have no choice but to take what he is giving me. Pleasure tightens in my belly, and my cunt throbs. Tears spill from my eyes, and I cry hard as I come. I’ve lost count of my orgasms.
He runs his tongue over me, licking my essence, and he pulls away.
He stares at me as if I am his artwork, smug and satisfied.
“Let me make love to you, baby,” he whispers, and I nod, eyes pooling with tears.
Does he love me? I want to ask him, but I cannot, because that makes everything real.
I love him. I have loved him since Milan. I have loved him since he came guns ablazing to save my life. I have loved him since he put everything on the line for a woman he knows is keeping a secret from him. I have loved him since the beginning, and I will love him to the end. He is my beginning and my end. He is everything to me, and I will tell him eventually, just not now, not when my heart is so fragile.
He climbs over me and slowly slides in.
I welcome him in.
I wrap my legs around him and rock with him.
He kisses me softly and sucks on my neck.
I bury my face in the crook of his neck and take his cock deep in me.
We don’t say it, but we don’t have to.