Chapter 63 chapter 63

Chapter 63 chapter 63
Misty

One moment he was chucking my shorts from my feet, the next, my knees were to my ears and the heat of his mouth lapped at my sex. The desperation of his movements floored me. I let myself fall into the blissful feel of it. Let it consume me until my thighs tightened around his head. It felt so fucking good. I had experienced Beck just hours ago, but as my body surrendered to him with no fucks given, I realized I trusted him. That trust washed my inhibitions away in a way I craved. Stripping me bare to the core of who I was. I realized that though I had forced my mind away from the idea for weeks, that I really wanted him. Just…like…this. The age difference and consequences be damned. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a man’s face between my legs. I felt desired, shit if that alone didn’t do me in. I wanted to let go for him. Swallowing the moans that threatened to escape with each pant as my thighs started to tremble. I grabbed the pillow above my head and put it over my mouth to muffle the cry that I knew I wouldn’t be able to contain. Two thick fingers entered me, pumping as his thumb circled my clit, milking the last of the orgasm from me. I swore nonsense into the pillow before letting it fall aside. I closed my eyes, basking in the feeling as his weight shifted off the bed. The sound of clothes hitting the floor was a blur in the background. I opened my eyes. His were glued to mine. Raking my gaze over his body constructed of muscle and sinew, tattoos, a dusting of hair and his cock that didn’t look like it could possibly fit in any hole I owned. But I knew it did, it had, and I’d take that fucking cock anytime he’d give it to me. 

He crawled over my body kissing up my navel to my sternum as he went, a hand grazing up my sensitive side, causing me to shiver. His mouth claimed mine as his muscled thighs spread my legs wide. He pulled away, tenderly kissing my forehead as I panted from lack of air.

“I’ll fuck you every moment, until you reailze what I intend,” he rumbled, pushing into me.

“What’s… that?” I asked, hissing at the end because the fucking man just shoved his extra large dick into my stupid needy pussy.

“To protect you, at all costs,” he said, pushing deeper. 

“Why?” I managed to voice as he pulled out only to push back in and I silenced myself by biting into his shoulder. He stilled for a moment and I wasn’t sure if it was that I had asked and this would all be over before the next round had fully begun.

He pushed that thrust almost painfully deep, one hand grabbing my chin to force my eyes to stare into his silver ones. 

“Because you fucking matter, Misty,” he growled into my ear as he pulled out almost all the way and pushed back in roughly to drive his next point home. “Until you fucking realize that I’m going to keep proving it to you. It was as if it wasn’t just me he was talking to, like he was reminding himself. I agreed and promised I’d do the same for him, until he realized he mattered. 

“You're the first thing that's mattered to me in a long time,” he said, his eyes serious, fierce and yet… vulnerable. I kissed him then and my body synced into his rocking momentum; surging with his as my nails dug into his skin seeking purchase, holding on to him in this moment, our surrender, our need for this connection. Deep down I told myself we could have this as long as our time together lasted. So I promised to savor every moment of it and be damned if nothing would ever match it in the future.

I gave in, opened all of my broken self to this broken man as he poured into me. He didn’t treat me like I was fragile, he gave me the brutally beautiful force of his desire to me, trusting that the sexual creature I was knew what to do with him and the moment I found an opening I pushed at him to roll. He followed my lead and I felt the sheer fullness of him within me as I rocked and circled, testing the friction and the feel of him deep within me. His hands gripped my hips and he pushed up into me as I moved. It felt so excruciatingly delicious. I glided one of his hands up to my breast as I explored. He took it into his hand working the nipple, pinching it hard when I rose and sunk his cock deep within me. Sensations raced through me as I worked with his continued rhythm of pushing up while I ground shamelessly down onto his length. My listless eyes catching his as he took in the view. My hands braced on his chest, lost in the feeling when I hit that sweet spot and gasped. His thumb found my clit then and worked it into the symphony of bliss we were creating. I chased the crescendo, my inner walls clamping and spasming around his thick member. I went to cry out, my mouth opening with no way to silence it but instead of escaping, three thick fingers were shoved into my mouth. The escaping sound dispelled as I nearly gagged but the surprise added a new wave of ecstasy as I decided to surprise him and wrapped my mouth around his digits and sucked. Who would have thought that that would be his undoing? He growled as he thrust so deep I thought I may split in two and then he imploded inside me, causing me to let out a moan dampened only by the fingers still in my mouth. I ground into that deep thrust, my pussy milking him as my orgasam wrapped tightly around his own. We both chased the feel of it. His fingers slipped from my mouth and I let out a soft whine until my pussy could only softly flutter around his cock.

He wrapped me into his chest rolling us both onto our sides cradling me within the safety of his arms. I sighed contentedly into his chest, wanting nothing more to savor this for however long it lasted. We stayed that way for a long time. I shushed my brain from overthinking and wondering what was going through his head. I let myself bask in the feel of being completely sated. I was almost dozing off when he went to pull away. His cock had slipped out of me several… was it minutes ago? I gripped his arm and he stilled.

“Stay,” I forced my mouth to mumble.

“Cricket,” he voiced his concern.

“She’s not stupid, she will smell us,” I reminded him. 

He just let out a breath, accepting. The bed shifted and the light clicked off before he pulled the covers from under us to over us and recollected me in his arms. I sighed contentedly nuzzling into him. I’d hold onto this feeling, was all I remembered thinking before I drifted off.