Chester
I could still taste her on my tongue as I pounded into her tight little cunt. Ari lay beneath me, legs wrapped around my waist and nails digging into my biceps. Her wetness seeped from her pussy and down my swollen length.
The room was bathed in us.
Just as I needed it to be.
My girl was leaving in less than forty-eight hours and wouldn’t be back for a week. A few days too motherfucking long in my book. Any time apart was unacceptable to me.
She’d left her club under Gabriel’s care to come on tour with me. Experience a taste of what my life was like—what it could be together.
For three months I had her with me at all times, and it was pure bliss.
But now they claimed to need her. Fuck them.
“Baby, please,” she mewled as I pulled out my cock slowly, savoring each pulse of her contracting walls around my length. She shivered beneath me, undulating her hips in search of the friction she craved. “I need you.”
Fuck. Slim was a vision beneath me: pinned down by my hips, legs pulling me in closer and with her head thrown back. Beautiful. Motherfucking perfection in female form.
She fought my hold, pushed until I gave her enough space to arch up toward me leaving just her shoulders touching the mattress below. Her pussy lips opened, fluttered while seeking out my length. Desperation was taking hold—she was close, but needed a tiny push over the euphoric edge.
With a finger over her clit, I pressed down and slid back in. “Cry out for me.”
Her beautiful emerald eyes snapped up to mine and narrowed. “Make me.” A taunt. Dare. Arianna wanted me to break her.
Fuck my essence into her system and brand her DNA.
I loved her like that. Angry and full of fire. Not afraid in the least to stand up and push back. Gave me as good as I gave her.
“This won’t be gentle,” I growled low while tossing her legs over my shoulders. She shivered, eyes closing, but I couldn’t have that. No. “Look at me.” It wasn’t a request.
Green eyes met blue—her nostrils flared as her lips opened. “Chester—”
I slammed back in.
Immediately she tightened around my length, almost making it impossible for me to move. A warm rush of wetness coated us both as her body bent into itself. The sheets below were saturated in her. That delicate sweetness that was all her.
Ari pressed her clit against my pelvic bone and gyrated while I held still, letting her use me for her pleasure.
My cock slipped in and out.
She moved on and off my dick from her position below. Rode me hard.
And I loved every single perverse minute of it.
“Love you, Slim.” Leaning over her, I brought us closer. My lips hovered—my body almost folding hers in half. “Every single inch of you is mine.” At my words, I felt her toes curl beside my head. “I own you.”
“Yours,” she moaned while trying to thrust her hips up, fighting the hold I now had her in, pinned and at my mercy. “Always will be yours.”
“Right answer.” Kissing her lips once, I bit her bottom one while sliding in deeper. Ari was tighter this way. How that was even possible? I had no clue nor did I care when my girl’s pretty little pussy was pulling me in deeper with each stroke.
“More...please, more.” Hearing her plea was music to the savage soul within me. She never needed to beg. Not with me.
But hearing that sugary desperation made me feel a hundred motherfucking feet tall.
“Then take it. Take my cock and give me what’s mine.” Snapping my hips back and forth fast, I fucked her tight little hole with punishing strokes. Let her feel the animalistic hunger I held for her.
My pace was frantic.
Brutal.
Yet underneath each volatile snap of my hips was pure and unadulterated love.
“I love you, Chester,” Slim cried out as the head of my cock rubbed a particularly sensitive spot—that one place that made her gush and come on command. “Oh, God!”
“Come for me.” A demand she tried to fight off until my fingers rubbed her clit in time with my thrusts. Tight little circles on that sensitive bundle of nerves that trembled under my touch.
It sent her over the edge.
Three thrusts and she tightened—her walls pulsing around me as she came. A bead of sweat fell down her temple and onto the delicate curve of her neck; I followed its path with my tongue, licking her essence off her skin, and then bit down hard enough to leave a mark. My mark.
“Fuck me.” Her screams of pleasure were music to my ears; I took her harder. These were the moments that I lived for: her bare beneath me. Giving her body over to the sensations I created within.
How she came alive at my touch.
How she pulled the come from me with each volatile little flutter of her walls on my dick. I came hard. Almost violently. A sudden rush of bliss that left me breathless.
I didn’t pull out. Couldn’t. The need to prolong this moment was all I could focus on.
She’d be gone tomorrow.
Our combined release slipped onto the sheets below as I slowed my thrusts down.
“Son of a bitch,” I panted against her sweaty skin before loving the bite with a kiss. Spent and absolutely satiated, I slipped from inside a sleepy Slim and lay back. Took a moment inside the quiet room to regulate my breathing and brought her into my arms and against my chest. With my lips at the crown of her head, I breathed her in.
Took into my lungs her pure, sweet scent and hoped it’d help me get by when she left. Nothing would ever feel as good.
With one thought in mind, I watched her fall asleep before closing my own eyes.
She wore my ring; now it was time she bear my name.