Chapter 33

Bridget

We stumbled into Thomas’s home, and I was immediately pinned to the wall. His foot darted out to shut the front door while I ripped my clothes off. We trailed all of our clothing from the front door to the kitchen, and Thomas stood before me clad in nothing but the tight skin of his body that accented the rippling muscles, throbbing for my attention. It had been a few days since we had been alone with one another, and with the stress of the past few days behind us, I was ready to sink my teeth into him.

“My god, you’re beautiful,” Thomas said, growling. His breath was hot on the crook of my neck as he bent me over his kitchen table.

“Please don’t make me wait,” I said breathlessly.

I felt his fingertips dig into the meat of my thighs while my legs wrapped around him. The wood of his kitchen table was cool and slick against my back, mounting me in place while his throbbing cock bounced against my pussy lips. I closed my eyes and felt him slip in, thrusting deep until his hips were sunk against mine. Electricity shot through my veins and turned the hairs on my body up to their ends, just as Thomas’s lips crashed down onto mine. All I could think about was how full his cock made me feel the moment he pulled back out and slammed into me.

“Oh, yes,” I said.

“You like that?” he asked.

He pulled all the way back out and slammed into me again, shaking my tits in his face while the entire kitchen table moved toward the wall. He unsheathed his cock, only to plow it into the depths of my pussy, and his slow strokes hit me just right as I climbed my legs up to his shoulders. I threw the crook of my legs over his body, dangling weightlessly as he picked up his pace. He bent over onto my hamstrings while his balls bounced against my ass, and before I could get a good grip on his arms, I was thrown over the edge and into bliss.

“Oh, holy shit. Thomas.”

“Didn’t feel that one coming, did you?” he asked.

My body shook as he peeled me from his kitchen table, then he strode into his living room and tossed me onto the couch. My pussy ached for his cock, saddened by its loneliness as I turned myself over on the cushions. I was still riding the aftershocks of my surprise orgasm just as I felt him kneel behind me. He grabbed my hair before he pushed me and bent me over the couch.

“Your ass is perfect,” he said.

I felt his hand running along my trembling ass cheeks, and he slid his dick up my ass crack. My body clenched, wondering what intrusion was going to happen, but he surprised me by racing the leaking tip of his cock down my body and sinking himself back into my dripping pussy.

“Oh, shit,” I said with a growl. My head arched back, and my fingertips dug into the couch cushions while my tits bounced against the back of the couch. His dick slid in and out of me, wetness dripping down his balls and slathering the insides of my thighs. He pulsed with every thrust into my body while he pressed his strong, chiseled chest into my back. Every single fleeting doubt I could’ve had about this entire house situation fell from my mind. He released my hair, migrating his hand to my breast, and when he started to massage, I felt that sensation grow again in the pit of my stomach.

“I missed you so much,” I said, whispering. “Oh, Thomas. Please don’t stop.”

I felt him press kisses all along my neck before he sank his teeth into my shoulder. My walls fluttered around him, and I fell against the soft cushions of his couch, my juices dripping onto the fabric beneath us while my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I could feel every inch of him, coated in my fluids while my clit throbbed and grew with every stroke of his cock. My body felt insatiable, encapsulated by this man I had grown to know and care for deeply.

He wrapped his arm around my body and slid his fingers toward my pussy lips, and one swift touch from the pad of his thumb sent me flying over the edge as I collapsed back into him.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, Thomas. Fuck!”

I came so hard on his dick I felt something squirt out and hit the couch in front of me. My body sank to the cushions just as he scooped me up into his arms, and when I finally caught my breath, I felt hot water cascading along my body. His hands lathered me up with soap while he washed every part of me down. When he got to my aching pussy, throbbing with the beating his thick dick had just given it, he took his time while looking into my eyes.

“Keep them open for me, Bridget. I wanna watch the pleasure roll over your eyes.”

“I don’t know if I can,” I said, panting.

His fingertips worked effortlessly around my swollen clit, and my body tried to get away from him. I scooted myself back into the wall before my body stopped, and my legs fell open as it if were consciously begging for more.

“Look at me,” he said.

“Thomas. I can’t. My body can’t—”

“But you’ve only had two,” he said, playfully pouting. “I want more.”

“More,” I whispered. “Please give me more.”

His fingers danced around my clit while my eyes stayed lazily hooked onto his. The devilish grin that appeared upon his cheeks turned to a quivering lust when I felt him slip two fingers inside of me. His face suddenly disappeared, and my eyes followed him, watching his tongue dart out and capture my aching clit while he crooked his fingers just the way I liked.

I felt that burning sensation begin to churn behind my hip bones. My legs shook, and my chest heaved for air. The steam rose around us while he lapped up everything I gave him. I could feel my pussy soaking his hand, my juices swirling down the drain along with the soap dripping from my body. My hands flew to his head and tried to pull him closer, begging him for another greedy orgasm as my chest flushed with desperation.

“Come for me,” he said into my pussy. “Look at me and come.”

I looked down at him, trying desperately to keep my eyes open while my body tipped to the side and shook. My cheek pressed against the glass of the shower door as my entire existence was handed over to him, this man between my legs who was pulling every ounce of pleasure out of my body. My walls fluttered around his fingers, and his tongue pressed deep into my clit. I collapsed from the weight of my third orgasm before tears rose to my eyes.

I felt so incredible, and so beautiful, and so wanted. In that moment, when Thomas pressed a kiss to my temple before he scooped me up, I knew I had made the right decision.

I felt him carry our dripping wet bodies to his bedroom before he sat down in a chair. He held me to his chest as my legs slipped around him, his strong arms cradling me close while I buried myself deep into the strong, rippling muscles of the man I’d come to love.

I was in love with Thomas Jeffries, and I knew I’d never love another man the way I loved him.

I felt his cock rise to life between my legs, and with a quick shift of my hips, he popped inside of me. My body fell limp against his, having no more energy to work against him while his hips swirled against mine. His arms held me close while I peppered his neck with kisses, our bodies drip-drying in the darkness of his room while his rock-hard cock raged within me. My entire body was pounding with ecstasy while my pussy called out for mercy, a dichotomous game of gluttony and greed fighting against inevitable exhaustion and stress.

“Thomas,” I said, panting. “I can’t—”

“Just relax,” he said in my ear. “Just relax and let it wash over you.”

At that moment, with my hands lazily wrapped around his neck and my legs dangling on either side of his body, he grabbed my hips and began to thrust. My body bucked on top of his while my tits bounced in his face, and my head lobbed back in sheer pleasure while stars burst behind my eyes. His mouth found my puckered nipple, his teeth biting down on it just to get my pussy squeezing his dick. The warmth of his lips cascaded down my chest and flooded my abdomen, and I raked my fingertips down the front of his body as I felt every ripple and layer of muscle this man worked tirelessly to maintain.

My tongue leapt from my mouth and landed on his shoulder as I lost all control of my body, lapping up his sweat while his balls smacked my ass with every thrust his hips made against mine. I could hear him audibly panting while my hands wrapped around to the small of his back, and I pulled him closer into me so I could feel more of him.

I wanted to melt into him and never come out. I wanted to bite into him and feast on his body for the rest of my life. I wanted to go to sleep with the taste of his dick upon my lips and refuse his morning offering of coffee just so it wouldn’t wash away the hint of him.

I felt my body giving way to him once again as my pussy burned and throbbed. Pleasure and pain were blurring as tears rose to my eyes, and my abdomen ached with the building of my fourth orgasm.

“Bridget. Holy fuck. You feel incredible. Oh, shit.”

“You like that?” I asked. “You like that pussy? You like how it sucks you down and makes you come back for more?”

“God, yes,” he said, grunting. “I love how you coat me, and how you feel against my tongue. I love how you collapse against me. I love how big your tits are in my hand and how your pussy milks me dry when I come.”

His words sent me over the edge. My body pulsed and convulsed in his lap as it straddled the line between pain and pleasure. My sore pussy lips gobbled his dick whole, while I bit down into the swell of his chiseled chest, marking him as mine as he growled out into the room.

I felt helpless against his body. I felt helpless against the orgasms being pulled from me, even when my eyes wanted to fall shut and never open up. I heaved against his skin as my body crashed down from yet another orgasm, and I could feel my come slowly seeping out into his chair.

“I can’t do anymore,” I said. “Please, Thomas. My body.”

He shushed me in my ear while he stood up with me in his arms. His dick was still seated inside me while he slowly laid me down onto the bed, but after he laid me down, he pulled out and flipped me over.

“I’ve got you,” he said. “And I know you’ve got one more good one for me.”

I whimpered when he pulled my hips up toward him because I knew where he was going. My ass trembled in anticipation as he parted my cheeks. He dipped his mouth down and spat, smoothing it around with his fingers while my puckered hole clenched for him. I felt his dick jump with joy against my thigh before I felt the head of his cock leak against my skin.

“You like that?” I asked. “You like that ass being tight for you?”

He cracked his hand against my cheek in approval, and the sensation made me moan. I squirmed for him, my body coming to life once more as my nipples hardened against the sheets. He cracked his hand against my other cheek before I felt the head of his raging dick press against my asshole.

“You’re incredible,” he said.

He pushed into me, popping my entrance with the head of his cock, and I bit down into the pillow and moaned. Pain washed over my body just as he sank another inch into me, and little by little, my ass swallowed him whole. I felt my legs slide to the side, sinking me to the bed while my arms shot out from underneath me. His hands gripped hard onto my hips and pulled me back up to him.

He thrust his hips into my ass, and tears rose to my eyes. Every single cell of my entire body was on fire as his dick ripped my body in two, and my clit was throbbing with rejuvenated life, shooting electricity through my pelvis while his balls smacked against it. I wriggled and clenched down onto him, moaning out into the room and twirling my hands into the sheets. Never in my life had I felt so out of control, yet so safe. I planted my hands into the headboard in order to give me leverage.

“Holy shit, Bridget. Fuck, you’re tight.”

I bucked back into his hips and felt his body began to tremble. Tears of pleasure rushed down my face as my aching abdomen contracted yet again, building within it something it no longer had control over while my asshole massaged Thomas’s dick. His balls smacked my clit just right, and it fed me the energy I needed to push back into him, swallowing his dick with my puckered hole and milking every ounce of come from him that I could.

His hands planted onto the small of my back. He thrusted into me like a wild animal while he grunted and dropped his beads of sweat onto my skin. I felt my body pop and give way, and I collapsed back to the bed in a fit of pleasure.

“Yes! Thomas! Holy fuck! Just like that. Please. Oh, please. Don’t stop.”

My hips ached with the fury of his pounding, but my body continued to beg for more. His balls smacked my clit, coaching me through my orgasm as his hips finally stuttered, and the words of sheer lust that poured from his lips caused tears to rise to my eyes.

“Your body. Bridget. Oh, fuck. It’s so perfect. You milk me so good. Damn, this ass. Oh, I bet it would taste wonderful with my come dripping out of it. You come so good for me, baby.”

I felt his dick pump streams of come into my body before they began shooting out and trickling down the backs of my legs. Thomas’s body quivered against mine before his sweating form dropped to my back, and the both of us went crashing to the bed as we heaved for air. The air was tainted with sex, and our fluids were draining onto the bed. The only thing I could think about was how happy I was.

Tears flowed from my eyes while my body continued to cry out for more.

“I can’t do anymore,” I said.

I felt him press kiss after kiss into my shoulders, his muscles shivering against me before he slowly pulled his dick from my ass. His hands ran along my sides before he slid off me, pulling me into him as tears continued to rush down my face. Never in my life had I felt so fully satisfied and complete, and as I laid there, crying in the arms of the only man I’d come to trust in my life, he nuzzled his nose into the nape of my neck before he sighed with content.

“Need sleep,” I said breathlessly.

“Stay with me tonight,” he said.

“Stay with me forever,” I said with a whisper.

And I drifted off to sleep with the feeling of Thomas’s smile pressed against my back.