Page 63 of Chasing Danger

I couldn’t figure out how to form proper words, so I just moaned and pressed back against him. That seemed to do the trick.

One hand stroked my spine, like he was trying to calm me down, while the other gripped tightly to my hip to keep me in place. Very slowly, he pushed against me until the head of his cock slid inside my entrance, breaching the tight ring of muscles.

His cock was much bigger than a pair of fingers. It even felt bigger than the toy he’d used on me before. I trembled as he slowly forced my body to accommodate him, making space for himself inside me. Taking deep breaths, I focused on the feeling of slick skin and penetrating heat, the almost overwhelming sense of fullness. Pleasure burned up my spine, making my back arch, and I cried out when he hit a particularly sensitive spot deep inside me.

“There. Right there. Fuck.”

His laughter sounded breathier than normal, like even he couldn’t keep his composure.

“You get... mouthy when you’re being fucked. Wonder if... you’ll be able to keep that up.”

Before I could reply, he pulled out much quicker than he’d entered the first time. Then, just before he was all the way out, he plunged back in. He set a quick pace, driving deep into my body over and over. His hips slapped against my ass cheeks, filling the room with the sound of slick skin and vicious panting. I began to babble as each trust made my brain short circuit.

“Fuck. Yes. I. There. Like. That.” I was barely forming words let alone sentences, yet I also couldn’t seem to stop.

D’Angelo leaned forward so he draped himself over my back, then picked up his pace. In this position, he couldn’t pull as far out, but in return he was able to push even deeper.

I screamed into the mattress as my legs gave out, but an arm around my waist kept my hips in their upright angle. Kisses peppered the back of my neck, but I barely felt them. The feather light touches couldn’t compete with the electric ecstasy running through my nerves.

There was no gradual build up like before. One moment, I still seemed far away from finding my end, and the next I was tumbling over the edge of orgasm like I’d been teleported. Every muscle in my body locked up, and I clung to the sheets below me with both fingers and toes.

D’Angelo kept thrusting for a moment, driving my climax higher until I felt so sensitive that it almost hurt. Then, pressing as deep into me as he could, he spilled into my ass. By then, I was already coming down from the high of my own peak, so the sudden heat that flooded me felt relaxing and nearly sent me to sleep.

We lay together for a few moments, both catching our breath. Once we were able to move again, D’Angelo slowly pulled out of me, which felt odd without raging hormones to distract me from the slimy texture against my skin.

I shuddered, but another kiss to my neck instantly soothed me.

Lying together in bed, he wrapped me in his arms as we both stared at the ceiling. The shadows had changed their angle, meaning a significant amount of time had passed, but I had no idea how long it had actually been.

Minutes?

Hours?

It didn’t really matter.

“I need to leave in the next day or two,” D’Angelo said, breaking the silence that had fallen over us.

“That’s... quick.”

His hand stroked my hair. “I understand if you need more time than that. I can’t delay, but I can come back to collect you once you’re ready to go. Assuming... you still want to.”

Frowning, I threw a leg over his hip and pulled myself up until I sat atop his waist, and I was looking down at him for once. “Losing my virginity didn’t change my mind about coming with you. In fact, I can probably be ready to go in two days. One of the good things about being poor. You don’t have a lot of things to pack.”

“Don’t say things like that.” D’Angelo sighed and ran a hand up my arm, tracing the scars there. “It makes me want to spoil you. Just wait. Soon you’ll have closets full of fancy things. So much so, you won’t even know what to do with everything.”

“Yeah?” Grabbing his hand, I laced our fingers together. “Is that your love language? Gift giving?”

“Just... taking care of someone in general, I guess.”

“Hmmm.” Leaning down just far enough, I pressed a quick peck of a kiss to his lips. “So, you’re saying you want to take care of me.”

There was no hesitation in his voice when he responded. “Absolutely. You’ll never want for anything.”

Licking my lips and kissing him again, I kept my questions to myself.

How could he make that promise when I didn’t even know what I wanted?

I wanted to focus on my art. That was obvious. But beyond that... I had no idea. My ambitions for life had never gone beyond taking care of my brother and keeping my family going day by day.

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