Page 69 of The Opposite Effect

I wait for the shakes of her body to settle before gripping her hips with my hands and guiding her back up and down my thickenedshaft. I jerk my hips to arouse her clit with my pubic bone as my cock consumes her clenching slit.

Dropping my eyes from her spent face, I lock them with an image I’ll never forget. Her pussy is red and swollen, but nothing can take away from the sight of my cock pumping into her glistening mound in long, lengthened strokes.

The harsh pants of her pleasurable moans spur on my desire to come. My cock throbs as my race to climax intensifies.

“Give it to me, Brax,” Clara quotes, her voice husky. “I want every drop.”

Now I’m even harder.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

Her tousled hair falling around her shoulders, her lips puffy and raw from our kisses, and her eyes sparked with so much life, I’m afraid she’ll run out of room for anything else.

I thrust into her again, and again, and again until the walls of her pussy clench around my cock for a second time. She rides the intensity of her climax by slamming down on me so hard, her ass slapping my balls booms into my ears. Her legs shake, her words come out garbled, and her bucks turn wild.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re strangling my cock with your greedy sucks,” I roar, my words echoing into the quiet night. I jerk my hips up, my desire to come overwhelming me. “I’m going to come so fucking hard.”

And I do.

I take my cock to the very base—giving her my all—before the hot thickness of my seed jets out of my throbbing crown.

“You feel that, Princess? Me inside you. Marking you. Claiming you with my cum.”

Clara purrs like a little kitten as her pussy ripples around me, milking every drop of my cum while the wetness of her slit coats my balls. “I want it all. Giveme all of it.”

“You’ve got it all, Princess. Every fucking drop. Every fucking inch.” I thrust in and out of her, smearing the walls of her pussy with my cum. “Not just my cum. You’ve got all of me. You hear me, Princess? I’m not ever giving this up. Tell me you understand what I’m saying?” I mutter, still pumping into her, my cock unable to stop now he hasfinallyclaimed the pussy he’s been yearning for the past six months.

I come for the second time when Clara says, “I hear you, Brax. I hear every word you’re saying.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Propping myself on my arm, I adjust my eyes to the darkness of my bedroom. My eyes drop when the same pained murmur I heard thirty seconds ago sounds through my ears again. With the moonlight shining into my room from the rooftop window, I can only make out some of the features of Clara’s face. Although disoriented from the darkness, I can’t miss the heavy set of wrinkles lining her forehead. She looks scared and frightened.

When she whimpers again, reality smacks into me. She’s having a nightmare.

I nudge her gently with my arm to wake her. As she claws her way through the dark pit of a nightmare, her skin is clammy and warm. Guilt riddles me, hating that her safety was compromised so much it is hindering her sleep. Her face contorts as she pulls her legs up into a tight ball. I put a little oomph into my next nudge. This time, she jerks awake, springing to a half-seated position.

Remorse and maybe a twinge of jealousy twist my stomach when she painfully whispers, “Remy.”

I lean over and switch on the bedside lamp when the heavy pants of her breath increase. She’s gasping for air so fiercely, I’m afraid she’s about to hyperventilate.

“It’s okay, Princess. You’re okay,” I soothe when her massively dilated eyes filter around my room. She looks both lost and confused. “You’re in the bedroom of my loft.”

Her head snaps to the side. Confusion and another look I can’t work out mars her beautiful face. The jealousy squeezing my heart eases when she feebly mumbles, “Brax,” under her breath before she throws her arms around my shoulders. I catch the remaining tears from her nightmare with my thumbs before drawing her into my chest.

Several minutes pass with me just holding her. She gathers her wits while I give into the fact that as much as I’m falling for Clara, I still have so much to learn about her. I was certain her nightmare was from her mugging. Now, I’m not so sure. It isn’t just her mention of Remy that has me backpedaling on my initial assumption, it’s the fact her eyes lost the glint I worked so hard to put in there the last forty-eight hours.

In all honesty, although Clara said she heard what I was saying last night, I was still expecting her to flee once she came down from cloud nine. I said what I did as I knew I had her in a moment of weakness, but she continues to shock me more and more every day. Not only did she not flee, we spent all day yesterday like a normal couple. We cooked breakfast together before making love in the shower. We ate lunch on the patio of my apartment before we fucked like rabbits on the couch in my living room, and we ordered takeout for dinner before we… yeah, you guessed it, we fooled around in my bed. My cock has spent the last twenty-four hours in heaven—Clara’s sweeter-than-nectar pussy heaven.

Even though I’ve loved our vigorous sexual activities the past forty-eight hours, I also cherish moments like this. I love being theman Clara can find comfort with. And I’m as happy as a pig in mud that she trusts me enough to spill her deepest and darkest secrets without fear of rejection.

These are the moments that will tether us closer together, the moments that will see us growing into a strong, unbreakable couple, and the moments that have me falling in love with her even more.

Several hours later, I wake up startled. It’s not a nightmare waking me from my sleeping state, it is the alarm on my phone hollering loudly. Careful not to wake Clara, I slip out of bed, snag my phone off the drawers, and step onto the front patio of my apartment. I squint as my eyes adjust to the brightness of the mid-morning sun before dropping them to my phone. Reality smacks into me hard and fast when I realize why my phone was hollering. It is Tuesday.Dammit!

I was so wrapped up in Clara, it feels like months have passed instead of just two measly days. While scraping my hand over the stubble on my chin, I dial a number I know by heart.

Diesel answers on the first ring. “No closer to finding the third assailant yet, but we have our ears to the ground.”

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