Wreck Me - Page 174

“Your cock inside of me.”

“So desperate for my cock to stretch this sweet, tight pussy.”

“Yes, because it feels so good.”

In one thrust, I’m buried inside of her hot core. Sheathed in nirvana, I could live inside of her and wouldn’t need anything else. Rapture. My rapture. That’s what she is.

“Yessss.” She cries so loud and long, pumping my insides with satisfaction.

Gripping her ass cheeks, I spread them, getting a better view of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy that sucks me back in greedily, making me lose my damn mind. I spank one cheek, then the other.

“What did I do now?”

“You’d tempt a fucking monk with this perfect pussy…”

“Would I?”

I spank her again while pushing in and out slowly, not to lose a damn second of the perfect visual.

“If any man even thinks he could have you, I’d kill him. This pussy is mine, just mine.”

“Just yours,” she says over her shoulder. “I don’t want anyone else but you.”

Her words combined with me feeling and filling her from the inside out is so potent, breathing life into every corner of my being.

Flipping her on her back, I lift her legs over my shoulders, driving myself back inside of her.

“So deep…”

“It makes me even harder than I fucking am that your pussy struggles to take all of me, yet you’re so greedy for every damn inch.”

“You made me like this…”

I crush my mouth on hers, staying inside of her. She pants in my mouth, clawing her nails at my back.

“Oh God.”

“But it’s me filling you completely. So call out my fucking name.”

Massaging her breasts, I knead her nipples—needing even more contact as if me being deep inside of her and our skin touching is not enough. Her breathing turns erratic as she meets me, thrust for thrust. Her eyes are glazed over, and her walls squeeze me so hard I won’t be able to resist much longer. I don’t want her to just come but explode on my cock, and bathe me in her juices.

Tonight, I am reborn as hers with a clear mission in life: to love and be at her side.

“Look at me, princess.”

She does, and those electric blue eyes of hers swallow me in their depths where my home is.

I rock in and out of her. Her breathing hitches and her body tenses. She’s almost there, and I press my thumb on her clit, circling slowly. And then she comes, moaning my name and holding on to my shoulders, igniting my release. Pulling out in time to come all over her belly, I paint a heart with my cock.

She giggles. “You’re a true romantic.”

“I love you, Abigail.”

“I love you with all of me.”

After wandering in darkness, those words guide me back to light—to her.

Nothing else exists in my world but her.