“You’re right, but right now, I don’t want you anywhere else.” I want to smile at his honesty. My heart skips a beat, or twelve.
“I gotta tell you something.”
He grimaces, and I am almost positive he is waiting for me to dish some bad news. He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls the covers back. He looks at me, nods, and waits for me to start talking. I can’t help it. A stupid smile spreads across my face.
“I bought a house.”
His eyes darken as his lips press together in a straight line. He seems mad. Why would he be mad? “Before you get your boxers in a fucking twist, it is here, in Woodstock.” Relief washes over his face, and the corner of his lip turns up just slightly. He doesn’t want to give away that he is actually happy.
“I bought the old rental off of Jupiter Lane.”
His eyebrow raises in question.
“That old dive?”
I want to hit him for talking about my house like that, but to the everyday person, it is a fucking dive. Not everyone can see the beauty behind it.
“Yup, it was my favorite house in Woodstock when I was a girl. I took a drive up there to check it out. I should have the keys on Monday. Know any good contractors?” I talk as quickly as Scarlett does when she is excited about something.
“Honey, I own a contracting company. Whatever you want, we will do.” He kisses the top of my head and pulls me into his arms. Well, isn’t that just fucking convenient? I melt into his body, while I bask in his strong embrace.
I shouldn’t feel this way; I shouldn’t want to feel this way, but I do. He has taken a piece of my heart, as much as I should shield it from him.
His face nuzzles into my neck, and he places a kiss on my cheek. I want so bad to pull at the remaining clothes we have on, but the sick child only a couple yards away in the living room stops me. However, she doesn’t stop him one bit. He pulls me over his body, so that I’m straddling his lap in the bed, and I can feel him pulling at the hem of my giant loose t-shirt. In the blink of an eye, it is over my head, and I am in nothing but a pair of simple cotton panties.
“Your daughter,” I whisper into his ear, as I lick down his neck with my tongue. I want to stop, but I am losing my willpower. His dick is rock hard against my moist cunt, and he continues to nudge my wetness through the last pieces of clothing we have on.
“She won’t come in here,” he replies as he sucks on my earlobe. That spot, that fucking spot, drives me wild.
His mouth covers mine and his tongue doesn’t stop licking my bottom lip until I finally open and let him in. I can feel his hands running all over my body, squeezing my full breasts before settling on my ass. His hips buck off the bed, pushing his hardness against me again, harder this time. His force is enough to get me off on the spot. I am hanging on by a single thread, while we’re dry humping like we are fucking kids again.
His big hands leave my ass, finding their way in between our entwined bodies. His ass lifts again, and he’s naked. His legs push his missing boxer-briefs to the end of the bed, and his hands move to grip my waist. I pull my mouth from his, licking and sucking up his neck until I can whisper in his ear once again.
“You need a condom, baby.”
He lets out a long sigh. I know he’s annoyed. I feel like the safe sex police. He doesn’t make a move; instead, I feel him tugging my panties to the side, running his rough fingertip along my clit. I try to buck my hips in response to the tender touch, but his other hand is still firmly gripping my hip.
“Just for a minute, baby,” he coos into my ear. I can’t help but melt. I should say no, but I don’t. It has been so long since I have had the feeling of good raw sex. Not meaningless on set bullshit, but real fucking. So, against my better judgment, I don’t stop him.
“Just a minute,” I repeat as he pushes my panties further to the side, and he slides his big cock right inside my wet pussy. Inch-by-inch, it slides in with ease, and I throw my head back with ecstasy. I can feel every delicious piece of his impressive dick, piercing and all. The metal balls run along the inner walls of my cunt, teasing and touching places I never even fucking knew existed. As he pulls out, it rubs along my clit and he pushes right back in. As he bottoms out within my tight pussy, I can feel the piercing caressing my g spot. God, there is no way I am going to be able to stop him from going raw again. It just feels too fucking mind-blowing. God damn it! Fuck condoms.
I want to scream, but I can’t. I let out a strangled moan, and his hand flies up to my mouth, covering it forcefully as he slams his dick inside of me. I meet each thrust and then some. He slows his pace, lying on the bed and letting me be the one to work up and down his length. And boy, do I.
I slowly slide up and down at first, appreciating every inch. His hands move above his head, watching every move I make. He only breaks eye contact on occasion to look down to where our slick bodies are joined. His lazy gaze rakes up my body, watching my tits bounce as my pace quickens.
With every movement, I can feel the build of my own orgasm. I grind my hips and my swollen clit begs for release. Chrome finally moves his hands from his lounging position, running them over my tits as I continue to ride his cock. His fingers roughly pinch my nipples and I just can’t hold back anymore.
“Fuck!” I scream, realizing his hands are leaving my tits and heading for my mouth. His palm covers my lips tightly just as I start to come. I scream against his hand, as he continues pumping his thick erection into me. My body falls onto his chest, and I quietly try to catch my breath, still slowly riding him. I’m fucking exhausted and, as much as I want to keep going, my body has given up on me.
Chrome flips me over onto my back, his dick still deep within me. Lifting my leg and placing it on his shoulder, he begins to pound into me. He’s desperately searching for his own release. The pierced tip of his dick caresses my g spot over and over again, and I begin to feel another orgasm creeping up on me. His pumps become more forceful and his hand grabs at my neck. That is all I need to start coming all over again. I let out a low moan, as quiet as I can. He franticly pulls out just as his come shoots all over my stomach and cunt.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, stroking his dick through his own orgasm. It is officially the hottest thing I have ever fucking seen. Burst after burst of hot come drenches my body as his face contorts with pleasure.
He looks down and catches my gaze. I can’t help but watch him. You would think after all these years of porn, something this erotic would do nothing for me. But God, he is fucking beautiful in every way there is. His dick is still firmly in his palm when he blows out a long breath, and he finally speaks.
“God, I think I am in love with you.” The words slip so casually from his mouth, but all I can do is stare at him like a deer in headlights. His demeanor changes when he notices the shock on my face. I can feel the tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. I don’t want to cry. I don’t want to flip out, but I am pretty fucking sure I am about to. Damn it all to hell! Why did he have to go there?
“Shhh, relax, Star.” His fingers trail down the side of my face and I will myself to calm the fuck down somehow. I take a deep breath, trying to think of what comes next.
“No one has ever said that to me.” I am almost dazed thinking about it. It’s the truth. Not even Seven. All those years and those three words were never exchanged.
“I don’t want to fuck up whatever this is. I’m sorry; I let my emotions get the best of me. I am not good at keeping them under wraps.” He’s flustered. Upset. At himself, I think.
“It’s okay. Really,” I reassure him. Maybe getting out of the house and seeing exactly what needs to be done at my very own home would be the best plan for my day. “You should get some rest, Chrome.”