Chapter 108 You Missed It

Chapter 108 You Missed It
Chapter 108: You Missed It
Ivy

He said it so casually, like I weighed nothing, while he was already sinking back into me in this new angle. Gravity did half the work. I slid down onto him until I was fully seated, impaled, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct even as fear spiked through me.

He held me up like it was nothing. Both hands gripping the undersides of my ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to bruise. Then he started fucking me in earnest.

Up. Down. Hard.

Each thrust lifted me slightly before slamming me back onto his cock. The position made him feel even bigger. Made him hit deeper. I could feel the head punching against my cervix with every brutal drop. Pain and pleasure tangled until I couldn’t tell them apart. My nails dug into his shoulders. A sob caught in my throat.

“Still scared I’ll drop you?” he asked, voice low and amused even as his breathing turned ragged. “Hold on for dear life then.”

I did. I clung to him, arms locked around his neck, face buried against his damp skin. He smelled like soap and musk and something else uniquely Leo that made my chest ache. 

Every time he thrust up I felt my body stretch around him all over again, the tight ring of muscle at my entrance forced wide, the rest of me fluttering and clenching as if it still couldn’t believe he was inside me again. 

I was so full it bordered on too much. The stretch burned. My pussy was swollen and sensitive and still trying to adjust to the sheer size of him. I could feel myself wrapping around his shaft in helpless little pulses.

Moans and sobs kept spilling out of me, too loud.

He didn’t cover my mouth this time. Instead I bit down on his shoulder. Hard. The taste of his skin filled my mouth as I muffled every broken sound against his muscle. 

He hissed but didn’t stop. If anything he fucked me harder, using my body like he owned it, like five years of distance had only made him hungrier.

“I love it,” he grunted. “Bite me. Mark me. Just don’t scream.”

I was tearing up from the intensity. From how good the pain felt now that my body had started to yield. From how much I still wanted him even after everything. My clit rubbed against his lower stomach with every lift and drop. 

The friction was electric. I could feel an orgasm building too fast, too violent, coiling low in my belly while he used me against the wall.

My legs started shaking around him.

He felt that too.

Without warning he pulled out, the sudden emptiness making me cry out against his shoulder. Then he carried me the few steps to the bed and threw me onto it. 

I bounced once. Before I could catch my breath he flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and planted my hands on the headboard.

“Hold it. Don’t let go.”

I grabbed the wood just as he slammed back into me from behind.

This angle was worse. Better. Filthier. He went even deeper. I felt every thick inch dragging along my front wall before he bottomed out with a wet slap of skin. 

The sounds of our skins slapping was so loud I knew there was no way that Callum didn't hear it. I knew I had to come up with a good lie to tell him.

My mouth opened in a quiet moan against the stacks of pillows. My eyes rolled to the top of my head. A broken, high sound escaped before I bit the fabric.

I'd fantasised and dreamt of us being like this again. Intimate. But everything ud imagined that, I'd imagined it being slow and sweet. 

That I'd feel like an apology for everything. For all the years. I never once imagined that I'd be this rough. This filthy. This animalistic. This wild. 

Our bodies were out of control. 

Leo didn’t start slow. He fucked me like he was trying to climb inside my body. Fast, punishing strokes that rocked the entire bed. 

The headboard knocked softly against the wall with every thrust. My arms trembled as I held on. My knees slid wider on the mattress.

It hurt again in this position. The stretch felt brand new, like he was carving space for himself all over again. I could feel my pussy clinging to him on every withdrawal, reluctant to let him go, then stretching wildly when he drove back in. 

Slick sounds filled the room. Humiliating, wet sounds that were as a result of my unending wetness making things easy for him.

“Leo—please—” I didn’t even know what I was begging for. 

Harder. Slower. Mercy. More. Everything.

He gave me harder. So hard I could feel him in my throat. So hard my eyes watered each time he went in. 

One of his hands left my hip to fist in my hair, tugging my head back just enough that I had to arch. The other stayed locked on my hip, holding me in place so he could use me exactly how he wanted. 

Each thrust punched a little sob out of me. Tears blurred my vision. My thighs burned. My arms shook from holding the headboard.

I was so wet it was dripping down my inner thighs, onto the sheets. My body had given up fighting the size of him. Now it just took and took, gripping and squeezing around the thick length splitting me open.

“Look at you,” he rasped behind me, voice wrecked. “Taking it like you missed it. Like this pussy still belongs to me.”

I couldn’t answer. I could only moan and push back onto him even as my legs started to give out. The pleasure was cresting too fast, mixed with the lingering burn and the raw emotional mess of having him inside me again after all this time. 

My orgasm hit like a wave I couldn’t stop. I clenched down hard around him, crying out into the pillow as my whole body seized. I came so hard my vision blurred. 

He didn’t stop.

He fucked me through it, through the oversensitive aftershocks that made me twitch and whimper, until my arms finally collapsed and my chest hit the mattress. 

He followed me down, still buried deep, still thrusting even as my legs gave out completely. I was a shaking, tear-streaked mess beneath him, pussy gripping weakly around his cock as he chased his own release.

Then he slammed in one last time and held there, a broken groan tearing out of his chest as he came.

He came hard inside me. Pulse after pulse of it flooded me, so deep I could feel the heat burning me from inside out. I hissed. 

He stayed inside me for several long seconds after, breathing hard against the back of my neck, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I could feel him twitching, still spilling inside me. 

Only when it was over—when he finally pulled out and the filthy sound of it made my ears burn—did reality crash into me.

I lay there, skirt still bunched around my waist, torn panties hanging off one leg, his cum already starting to leak out of me and down my thigh.

I’d let him inside me without protection. I went against my own rule.

I’d let him come inside me again.

After everything. After the years. After the last time this exact thing had changed my entire life.

I’d given him the chance to get me pregnant again.

The thought sat in my chest like a stone while my body still trembled from what he’d just done to it. I could still feel the stretch. The ache. The heat of him. The way my pussy kept fluttering like it wanted him back.

Leo was silent behind me.

I didn’t dare turn around for fear of what I'd see.

I just stared at the headboard I’d been holding onto for dear life and tried to remember how to breathe.

What have we both done?