Chapter 67 I need you
I watch as Miguel step into the shower, my eyes lingering on his muscular ass.
Oh god.
I should do the right thing and wait until he gets out of the shower, and tell him to leave.
His family is toxic, and I should cut all of them off.
But I'm a fucking martyr and I quickly brush my teeth and get out of my clothes. I nearly faint when I open the door to the shower and seeing him in there, water running down his chiseled body.
I need to go to the psych ward after this, because why do I drop to my knees in front of him like I'm worshipping him.
He groans deep in his throat when I take his cock in my hand, and immediately take him into my mouth as deep as I can.
"Fuck, Madison." His hand wraps in my hair, and I choke when he holds my head still and fucks into my mouth before he lets me breathe again.
I have to rub my legs together to relieve some of the pressure building there. Miguel fucking my mouth is making me so wet, I reach down between my legs and rub my clit vigorously.
"Are you touching yourself?" His hand tightens in my hair as I run my tongue on the underside of his erection, over the thick veins there that is making me obsessed.
"You're gonna make me cum." He groans and steps back so that his cock leaves my mouth with a pop.
He pulls me up by my shoulders and his mouth immediately comes over mine and we kiss in a battle of tongues and teeth as if we can't get enough of each other.
My heart pounds in my chest when he spins us around so that my back is against the tiled wall, and he lifts me up so that I can wrap my legs around his waist.
I love the way he makes me feel super light, how his body is crowding mine with how bigger he is than me.
He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on mine, both our chests heaving from the heavy kiss.
"I missed you so much." He breathes out. "I thought of you every day, every second of every hour."
I frown, his confession still confusing. I thought he was playing me like his brother, that I was just a pawn in their fucked up power play, but this man is spewing words that my brain still can't comprehend.
I don't say anything, I can't, because I'm still processing what this new dynamic in our relationship means.
But it's like he knows I still have to think things over, because he kisses me again, slowly this time, before he starts entering me inch by glorious inch.
He stretches my walls , almost too big to fit, and my pussy flutters around him as he seats himself to the hilt on a slight burn.
"Your pussy is strangling me." He says against my lips. "You feel so good, like you were made for me."
I tighten my arms around him, panting as he slowly pulls out before fucking into me again.
"Oh god." My head hits the wall as I feel him everywhere all at once, his hands squeezing my ass as he shallowly pushes inside me.
"Say this pussy belongs to me." He growls in my ear posessively. "Say that I'm the only man who can fuck your pussy like this."
My brain cells must be fried, because the only thing I can do is moan as he picks up his pace.
"Say it!" He demands, and my pussy flutters at the request.
"It's yours!" I moan out, biting his shoulder as his hands tighten on my ass and he starts fucking me hard, the sound of the shower mixing with the sound of his cock ravaging my dripping core.
He's owned this pussy since the first time he fucked me over the couch, and I've never been the same since. I've never felt this way with Ben, this feeling that someone owns a part of me, and I don't want it back.
I moan in loss when he completely withdraws from me, but he slaps my ass hard, the sting soothed by the hot water.
"Turn around and open your legs." He orders, and I immediately oblige. "Now touch your pussy, rub your little clit for me."
I start rubbing my clit like he asks and shout out when he enters me from behind, as he holds my hips in a punishing grip as he fucks me hard and unrelenting, the groans comping from his chest telling me that he's gonna cum.
I rub my clit hard, his cock so deep inside me that every touch is electric. My legs start tingling as my walls start to convulse around him.
"Fuck." His hand folds over mine on my clit as he growls from deep within in his chest as he stops and cums inside me while my knees buckle as the powerful orgasm rips through me.
He holds me upright, though, and kisses the side of my face until the waves subside.
"I got you." He whispers in my ear when he steps back and with a groan withdraws from me.
Then he does something Ben has never done . He carefully washes me clean like I'm his most prized possession, and carries me to bed, getting in with me and letting my head rest on his arm.
I'm almost asleep when he kisses me tenderly on the forehead.
"You have no idea how much I need you, and I won't let anyone hurt you."