Page 66 of Wright Kind of Trouble

“You are”—I thrust upward—“absolutely”—another hard thrust—“fucking”—I held her hips down as she squirmed—“trouble.”

“Only the”—she dug her fingernails into my chest—“best kind.”

“You’re my kind of trouble.”

Her smile was euphoric at the words.

“Yours,” she breathed.

“Mine.”

I pulled her off of my dick, flipped her over the edge of the tub, and smacked her round ass. I gathered her hair up in my hand, yanking backward on it like a rope. She whimpered as I tugged her into place. My cock slipped against her pussy lips. She swiveled her hips against me, but I held back. Just tugged her head further back until she was tense and aching for me.

“Chase,” she gasped. “Fuck…I…can’t…”

“You can,” I told her.

“Please. I can’t…”

“You’ll take this dick like a good girl, and you’ll like it.”

Then, I slid back home. She cried out at the force of my thrust. The pain mixing with the pleasure. Her pussy clamping down on my cock like she was going to siphon come out of my balls.

The need I felt for her was unlike anything I’d experienced in my life. The first time I’d been with her, it had felt like this was what it had always been meant to be. But two years later, it was above and beyond what that could have possibly been.

I was certain I’d built up that perfect weekend between us, but now, I knew that I hadn’t done it enough justice. She was magnificent. Our day together like a beacon of light in an unlit universe.

My match.

And now, here, with her ass in the air and my cock buried to the hilt, I wasn’t sure how I’d ever survived without her.

“Come for me, baby girl.”

It was only a handful of thrusts before she screamed her pleasure into the room. A flush running up her back, her sweet pussy milking me for everything it had, and then her going limp at the end of it all.

I gripped her hips with both hands and rammed into her over and over until I followed her fucking beautiful orgasm with my own.

Then, I leaned forward over her, pressing a kiss to her back.

“Magnificent.”

“Mmm,” she murmured incoherently.

I pulled free, and she slid bonelessly into the tub. Her eyes were glazed and delirious, looking up at me.

“Going to need this pussy again,” I told her.

She smirked. “Not satisfied?”

“Satisfied? Yes.” I pressed a kiss to her lips. “Sated? Never.”

“I’m yours,” she breathed. “Use me as you will.”

“You might regret that.”

“Not with you,” she said, coming to her knees and running her hands up my thighs. Her tongue laved over my still-swollen cock. The mingled orgasms on the length. “Never with you.”

“Fucking hell,” I groaned.

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