Page 54 of The Dire Legacy

So fucking tight.

Hot.

Wet.

My thighs shake in restraint. A thread of doubt holds me back.

What if the same thing happens with her that happened last time?

“You won’t hurt me, Beethoven. In fact, I dare you to break me.” A mischievous smile flirts across her lips before she arches her back, her breasts two pinpoints of embers scalding into my chest.

Relenting to the moment, I drive through her thin barrier with a single stroke. Framing her face with my palms, I want to watch her. To see the bliss that glows behind her gaze as I pull back and thrust into her again.

Her body squeezes harder with each clap of our bellies. Like a boa constrictor pulling me deeper, I can barely withdraw. Her pussy is trying to take me prisoner.

Well then, lock me up.

Rocking back on my knees, I pull her ankles to my shoulders, leveraging myself so I can pummel her with my cock.

The entire bed creaks with the force of me rutting her, yet her fingers claw at my arms and her toes cross behind my head.

“Harder.”

One word ruins me. A primal cry breaks from my lips as I grab her thighs. My clenching nuts slap against her ass as I work my thumb between the drumbeat of our bodies.

When I touch her clit, it triggers her hips to jerk and her chin to rise to the heavens. The ‘O’ of her lips broadens into a chant of my name before her cunt anchors me to her cervix, shredding ribbons of burning cum from me.

Stars burst behind my eyes as I collapse over her, only my elbow holding some of my weight to keep from crushing her.

We’re both gulping air.

She’s the first to move, snaking one delicate finger up to run it the length of my ear.

“Good boy.”

Chapter 16

Hope

Is this what happiness is? Waking up with the sun streaming over our tousled bed, his hot hand resting on my hip, his breath tickling down my back, this is it. I know it.

He only makes a small noise when I slip out of bed, carefully dropping his arm back to the warm mattress.

The bathroom looks like a warzone. Our clothes are strewn around the floor. The tub is still filled with the cold, bloody water from last night.

It’s a nice change, picking things up. I never had to clean up my own messes at the Institute. There was always someone to do it, no matter what kind of havoc I caused.

I like that it’s just us.

There’s laundry baskets in the back room, but when I start walking down the hall, I can’t help but stop at the child’s room.

What would it be like if I could?

Michael’s warm arms encircle my waist. “When I woke up alone, I was almost afraid yesterday was a dream.” His beardtickles the short hairs on the top of my head as he pulls me against his chest.

His hard-on presses against the small of my back and his palms stoke the fire in my belly. “Have you ever thought about it?”

Turning in his arms, I drape my own around his broad shoulders. “Thought about what?” I was hoping to avoid this conversation for a little while, but here we are.

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