Page 55 of Holding The Reins

“Good morning.” I brush her hair off her forehead as I say it, unable to stop myself from touching her.

Her perfect little mouth forms an O as she yawns and stretches beside me.

“I’m pretty sure you fucked my pussy into oblivion last night,” she remarks, and I chuckle. What comes out of her mouth never ceases to surprise me.

“You challenged me with only one night, what did you expect?” I ask.

She opens both her eyes. “You know it’s customary when you abuse someone’s vagina with your unnaturally large dick to make them coffee in the morning.”

With that, she turns over like there’s no doubt in the world that I’ll do what she wants. As crazy as it may seem, I’m already standing up and pulling on my boxers because what’s slowly becoming apparent to me is what CeCe Ashby wants from me, she gets.

I fumble around her kitchen looking for filters and ground coffee for this monstrosity of a coffee maker she purchased the week after she got here. After reading the manual and grinding the beans, I think I have it figured out. I add her cream and sugar once it’s brewed and head into her room where she’s managed to pass back out cold in the twenty-five minutes I’ve been gone. For all this effort, the coffee isn’t even going to make it to her though because the way she’s sleeping, her entire back is exposed to me. Every vertebra all the way down to the little dimples at her tailbone, the perfect place for my thumbs to rest as I fuck her from behind. My dick stands at attention the moment I see her subconsciously arch her back slightly in her slumber.

I set the steaming mug down and crawl in beside her, running my hand over her curvy hip and down around her front as I plant kisses on her back and shoulders. She stirs and moans as my fingers find her nipple under the sheets.

“Hey, it’s the next day,” she whispers, but it sounds like the last thing she’s going to do is stop me.

I marvel that I’ve had sex with this woman three times already in twelve hours, and I still feel like I haven’t got enough of her. Not even close.

“No, I think you misunderstood me. I meant a full day. Twenty-four hours. We still have until ten o’clock tonight.”

“Mmhmm. And I am busy tonight,” she murmurs, still half asleep.

“I would feel like we weren’t doing ourselves justice if we didn’t use this time to the fullest,” I say as she rocks her ass into my cock, just as hungry for me as I am for her. I smirk into her shoulder.

“That makes sense,” she moans as her legs part and my fingers slide into her already soaking pussy—the pussy that feels like it was made to wrap around me. The fervor I feel for her builds low in my hips and in my spine.

CeCe turns over to face me and begins to press her palm to my cock. Swiping pre-cum off the head, she licks it off her thumb as she climbs on top of me and starts to kiss me. Her hot wet pussy presses up against me, just her skin on mine as she rocks over me.

I let my hands roam her lower back and her hair falls over her nipples as she sits up. Her head tips back as I press my thumb against her clit. The curve of her waist to her full hips over me is hypnotizing. The way she looks right now is enough to break any man, even me.

A flurry of want rushes through me and before I can stop it, I blurt out exactly what I’m thinking. “I want to feel you, Rae, just you and me,” I tell her.

She looks at me, understanding exactly what I mean. If this is my last shot with her, I want to feel it all. She said she’s on the pill and I know she’s clean. I know I’m clean, not only have I never had sex with a woman without a condom, but like I told her, it’s been almost two years for me and I don’t fuck around with that sort of thing, I was always on top of getting checked when I was in the NHL. But when I expect her to verify, she doesn’t; she just looks at me with total trust in her eyes, fucking me up even more than I already am. Then she rises up enough to let the head of my cock grace the slice of paradise between her legs.

“I trust you,” CeCe says as she sinks down onto me an inch at a time, panting with every attempt to get lower. She’s so fucking tight, there’s a moment I’m not sure if she can actually take all of me like this. She moans the cutest fucking sounds I’ve ever heard as she continues, until she’s finally fully seated on my cock. We both breathe out as she meets my depth.

“Nash,” she murmurs my name as her head falls back and she begins to move.

“Goddamn, Rae, you feel so fucking good,” I breathe out as my eyes remain focused on where we connect.

I can no longer tell where one of us begins and the other one ends and I never fucking care to find out. I want to stay suspended in this alternate reality of her and I. One where we have nothing to lose. One where I could keep her and not wake up every day, afraid it could all just disappear. One where I don’t care that I have no control over any of it. One where I’m not broken to start with.

Her tiny hands press against my chest like hot branding irons, marking her place as she rocks her hips over me. Every cell in my body is alive and buzzing with the feel of her pussy wrapped around my cock and nothing between us. I move my hips up to meet her, thrusting as deeply into her as I can, holding myself there for a beat as she shudders above me, moaning and whimpering when I pull back again then fuck my body up to meet her.

“That’s it, open up for me like a good girl, this pussy was made to take all of me.”

Moving my hands to her breasts I rub and pinch her nipples until she’s a whimpering mess above me. I sit up and take each one into my mouth as she continues to move over me, losing her rhythm inside her desire, letting go. Her warm chest crashes to mine as I grip her neck and move up to her lips, kissing her, taking over for her, sliding my hand into her long thick hair, and crushing her to me. I kiss with everything I have, like it’s the last kiss I’ll ever have with her as the heat and pressure dances up my spine. For the first time in my life, I’m speechless as I just savor every single second of her, of this, of us.

I feel her start to quiver around me, clenching me as I keep the continuous rhythm that’s inching her closer to her high.

“Eyes on me, Rae. I want to see that fire while you fall apart around my cock.”

“Oh God, Nash,” she moans.

I grip her shoulders as she rides me, holding her tightly, her nails cutting into my flesh. She loses it, and I push myself to make it one more second. One more second of this to last my memory a lifetime.

Just as I feel her pussy tighten, her walls gripping me, she grabs my face and kisses me, then stares into my eyes as she starts to come undone.

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