Chapter 53 – Pretending You Are Mine Novel

She releases me and pulls my shirt that she’s wearing over her head, leaving her completely bare up top.

“Hell,” I mutter as I grip her br***t tightly in my palm. “I can’t wait. I need to be inside you.”

“I need you, too.”

So with my girl in my arms, I walk us back to my bedroom, and I lay her on top of my bed, then reach for her sweats and pull them down, revealing a tiny black thong. I tear it right off her and then strip out of my hoodie and shirt and let them fall to the floor. Her eyes fall over my chest as her hand goes between her legs, where she starts massaging herself.

“Are you on birth control?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she answers.

“Can I f**k you bare?”

Her voice catches in her throat, and she nods. “Y-Yes.”

My spine tingles with anticipation, and I shed my jeans and socks, only to sit on the edge of the bed and lie all the way back, my c**k stretching up my stomach.

“Ride me,” I say. “But don’t let me penetrate you. I want to see just how sl**k that p**sy is.” I scoot back toward the headboard as she straddles my legs. I take her tits in my hands as she lowers her p**sy over my c**k. “Ride those piercings, baby.”

Her eyes turn hungry. She connects her body to mine, and her head falls back in ecstasy as she slowly moves her sl**k center over my c**k.

“Oh my God, Silas, this feels . . . this feels incredible.”

“You feel incredible,” I say as she falls forward. Bringing her br***t into my mouth, I focus on her areola and n**ple, swirling around them with my t***ue, fl**king and then nibbling just enough that she s**ks in a sharp breath of air. With my hand, I do the same thing to her other br***t as she continues to rock on me.

“I can come just like this,” she says, her hands falling to my chest, her pelvis lifting just slightly to get a better angle. “F**k, I’m already close.”

“Then come. Use me, f**k me like this. Make your voice hoarse.”

Her l*ps roll together, her eyes squeeze shut, and her pace picks up, her th**sts becoming harder, deeper. So aroused, so w*t, she doesn’t stop. Her body flushes, her stomach hollows out, and I watch as she tightens only to let loose.

“F**k!” she yells as her body undulates over mine, over and over again, riding her orgasm out until there is nothing left to take, and then she collapses on top of me. I roll her over to her back and lower my head between her legs where I p**ss my t***ue to her nub, causing her to jerk in response. I p**ss again, seeing how sensitive she is, and when she widens her legs, I fl**k my t***ue against her c**t. She m**ns, her back arching, her arm falling over her eyes as her body twists and writhes. “I can’t, I can’t come again.”

“Relax, baby,” I say, and she loosens up. I take that moment to drag my t***ue slowly over her slit. Once, twice, three times.

Her breath catches.

Her mouth falls open.

And in seconds, she’s falling apart against my t***ue as well, her m**ns creating such need that when she’s fully sated, I fl*p her over to her stomach, take a pillow, and shove it under her pelvis to keep her propped up.

I smooth my hand over her tight ass and give it a hard slap, loving the way she m**ns and the echo of her skin filling the air.

“Your ass is perfect,” I say, sliding my fi**gers down her crack. “Have you ever been f**ked here?”

She shakes her head. “N-No.”

“You will be,” I say, slapping her ass again. “Now that you’re mine . . . your entire body is mine to f**k with. Got it?”

“Yes,” she says as her hands curl into the comforter.

“But I need this p**sy.”

I move my thumb over her arousal, swirling it around her entrance, and position my c**k where I want it. I’m so goddamn ready for this that I can’t take a breath before I start sliding inside.

“F**k, this pretty pink hole is so goddamn tight.” I pause, catching my breath. “Babe . . .”

She feels like a virgin. I can barely get myself inside.

“I need you to relax.”

“I am relaxed,” she says. “Just push, Silas. I’m fine, I promise.”

Gritting my teeth, I push in harder and slide in a few inches. “Mother . . . f**ker,” I grind out, my c**k ready to explode from how tight and warm she is.

“More,” she says, bucking her h*ps against me.

I can’t deny her what she wants, so I push deeper into her until I bottom out, fully inside.

“Jesus, are you okay?” I ask, feeling lightheaded, f**king dizzy from the grip she has on me.

“I’m so perfect,” she answers and starts moving her h*ps.

“Babe, don’t move. Please . . . f**k.” She moves her pelvis, and I match the th**st because I’m so desperate for the warmth, for the friction. “I won’t last.”

Nope.

I’m going to come in less than thirty seconds.

“I’m sorry,” I say as I grip her h*ps and start pumping. “F**k, I’m sorry.” I can’t control myself. I can’t stop. I pump harder and harder, th**sting so fast that I start to black out. The grip her p**sy has on my c**k is so intense that I can’t f**king see straight.

I lose all sense of everything around me. All I seek is my pleasure. This release I need.

I th**st.

Over.

And over.

And over again.

I’m pounding so hard, and our skin slaps together so loud, I swear to God my neighbors can hear us.

“I’m there, oh shit, I’m right there,” I groan. Blackness crowds my vision, a rocket of pleasure shoots right up my spine and explodes straight out of my c**k. “Uhhhhhh, fuuuuuuck.” I still, holding her h*ps. I come inside her, just as her p**sy spasms around me, and she comes for the third time, making my orgasm last longer. I can’t f**king breathe.

I fall off to the side and feel my chest heave as I try to catch my breath. Slowly, my vision comes back just in time to see Ollie lying on top of me. My hands go around her, and I pull her in tight.

“Never in my life have I ever come that hard,” I say.

“Me . . . neither. Or that much.” She k**ses my chin and then my cheek, my nose, and then my mouth. I part my l*ps and allow her to make out with me for a few seconds before she releases me and rests her head on my chest. “Silas?”

“Hmm?” I ask, stroking her back.

“I think you just ruined me for all men.”

“Good.” And then I add, “See what happens when you f**k a real man?”

She chuckles. “I can admit when I’ve been proven wrong. Dating an older man is so much better.”

“Damn right, babe.”

* * *

“Areyou really cooking me breakfast, or am I imagining this?” Ollie asks, coming up behind me and k**sing my bare back while her hands rest on my h*ps.

“I hope you like omelets.”

“Love them,” she says as I turn off the stovetop and turn to face her.

She’s wearing one of my shirts, and it looks so good on her. I truly wonder how I got this lucky to call her mine.

I lift her chin up and say, “Morning.”

“Good morning.” Her hands go around me and dip under the waistband of my briefs, where she grips my ass.

“You’re going to make me hard.”

“Good.”

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