Chapter Twenty-Seven
Hayden
“Holy fuck, Hayden. Yes.”
I slammed her naked body against the window as sweat poured down her curves. I meant what I said. I loved this woman with every fiber of my being and I wouldn’t ever stop taking care of her. Not physically. Not emotionally. Not monetarily.
And certainly not sexually.
“Harder. Harder, Hayden.”
I rolled my cock into her body as my hands pressed into the glass. Her luscious breasts jumped against my chest as her pussy clamped around my cock. I nipped her collarbone. Her neck. Her cheek. I captured her lips and slid my tongue in effortlessly. She was an open book. One that was desperate for me to read her. I raked my tongue against the roof of her mouth and felt her shiver as her nails ran down my back.
I growled into her mouth, listening as whimpers fell from her covered lips.
I’d carried her up the stairs and straight into my penthouse apartment. Then, I’d carried her to the second story and pinned her directly to the floor-length windows that adored my bedroom. The one place I found solace and beauty when all else failed.
And her imprint would be lost to the fibers of the glass forever.
Her juices dripped down my cock and slid down my balls. Her pussy clamped me in her beautiful vice grip, pulling me further the harder I pounded into her body. Her hands curled into my muscles. My skin. My scalp. Her heels pressed into the small of my back as my muscles flexed as fast as they could. She was pouring with sweat. Tortured from the foreplay and begging for the release I knew her body wanted.
But it wasn’t the only one I would give her tonight.
“Hayden! Yes! I’m cumming. I’m cumming. It’s-.”
I buried myself into her body and pressed as deeply as I could into her. I felt her curves fill each of my divots, molding to me as she came around my cock. My hands fell to her hips, massaging them as her legs pulled me closer.
Then I grabbed fistfuls of her ass and pulled her from the window that overlooked the expanse of the city I loved so much.
I rose her entire body and brought it back down onto my cock. Her hands flew around my neck as her lips sucked at patches of skin on my neck. Her hair was flying around my face as my knees bent, keeping hold of her body as I fucked my cock with her. I rose her up and slammed her back, my hips meeting her thrust for thrust. She was wrapped around me as tightly as she could get, her lips smattering me with kisses as I took in the warmth of her body.
My body ground against her clit, and every single time it happened she shivered. It was the most incredible reaction that she couldn't control, and I lost myself in it every time. In the feeling of her pussy quenching its thirst on my cock. In the feeling of her nails leaving crescent moons behind on my skin. In the feeling of her hot breath against my neck. I stumbled, the electricity surging through my body more than I could bear.
“I love you, Grace,” I said breathlessly.
I used my hips to buck into her as our lips connected again. Suspended in midair, with nothing but my arms holding her in place. She shook and wiggled. She groaned and gasped. My cock throbbed against her walls and her clit continued to swell against my skin, and soon her head was thrown back and I was stumbling back towards the window as she clung to my hair.
“Oh fuck, Hayden. I love you. I love you. I love you.”
The whispered chants fell from her lips as her pussy milked my greedy cock. But I bit down onto my lower lip and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to cum yet. I wasn’t ready. I still had so much I wanted to do with her body. So much I hadn’t been able to do because of my recuperation.
I barreled us to my bed, her back falling and her body jumping. My cock sheathed itself into her pussy once again and I tossed her legs over my shoulders. I folded her in half and felt her hands grasp my forearms. Gripping onto any part of me she could as her sweat-glistened tits beckoned to me. I slammed into her, thrusting deeply as I rolled my hips. Grace’s voice had devolved into a monochromatic drone, with no words other than the shaking of her body to tell me how much she wanted this.
How much she loved this.
How much more she needed of this.
I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. My tongue slid around her lips, tasting her ecstasy-tainted sweat. I kissed down her neck and drew one of her nipples into my mouth, lapping my tongue over the engorged peak. She arched into me. So tightly I thought her back might break. She rutted against me and I pounded into her. A sensual rhythm I hadn’t let up on since the second I stripped her down and hoisted her into my arms.
“My Grace,” I said with a whisper. “Cum again for me.”
As if her body was programmed to listen, her pussy vibrated around me. She cried out for mercy. She cried out for me to stop. But she scooted closer. Ground her clit deeper into my trimmed coils. Curled her toes and unhinged her jaw and gasped for air as goosebumps rose upon her skin.
Her juices were spraying onto me. Coating me with her intoxicating scent as it ran down my balls and dripped down my own thighs.
Her legs slid from my shoulders and I wrapped my arms around her. I picked her up and sat on the edge of the bed, her decadent thighs straddling me. I slid my hands up her spine, watching her eyes flutter closed. She was the most beautiful creature in the world to me, and I was ready.
“You’re my muse, Grace.”
Her eyes opened and her forehead fell to me as she swiveled her hips. Her hands clamped down onto my shoulders before sliding down my arms. I loved it when she felt me. Took in the strength of my muscles and traced her warm fingertips along the lines I worked so hard to keep up for her. We breathed one another’s air and rolled together to the beat of our own drum. Our hearts were connected and nothing could separate our bodies. Her face was flushed with a red that trickled down her neck and I could feel it.
Her pussy throbbing around my cock.
“I love you so much,” she said with tears in her eyes. “So much, H-H-Hay… oh.”
I wrapped my arms around her and buried my hand into her hair. Her forehead fell to my shoulder and I held her as close as I could get her. She was weak. Tired. Spent. Her body sagging against mine as I thrusted into her tight little pussy. Swollen with need and aching from my assault, I wouldn't torture her like this much longer. With every moan she breathed, it rattled my ribcage. With every word she uttered, it heated my core. I wanted to give her my life.
My love.
My body.
My devotion.
“Hayden, please. Have mercy on my body.”
Like a prayer to a god.
I rolled deeply into her one last time and sank my face into her soaked hair. My cock released, pumping endless threads of cum into her body as she shook in my lap. Her nails curled so deeply into me they broke the skin, and her teeth sank into my shoulder. Marking me as hers while electricity and pleasure crashed in the pit of her stomach. My toes curled into the carpet and my grip on her tightened. My cock filled her to the brim before everything started pouring from between her thighs.
“I love you,” I said breathlessly. “I love you, Grace.”
And it was the softness of her kisses against my neck that communicated everything I needed to know.
I fell back, my body hitting the mattress as Grace cloaked me with her hot curves. Sweat poured from both our bodies and I could feel our intermingled fluids dripping from her skin onto mine. Sex filled my bedroom as the stars twinkled in the New York City sky. I ran my fingers through her hair as she caught her breath in the crook of my neck. Panting. Gasping. Drawing it in as quickly as I had robbed her of it.
Then, her lips migrated to my ear as I slid from between her legs.
“I love you too, Hayden. So much.”