Page 96 of Chips & Checks
Her pussy clenches around my fingers like she’s trying to pull me deeper, and fuck, my cock jumps so hard it hurts. I grind against the sheets, aching to be inside her, but I’m not rushing this. Not tonight. Not the first time I make love to the only woman who’s ever felt like home.
I stay buried between her thighs, memorizing what makes her gasp, what makes her moan, what makes her say my name like a prayer that ends in sin.
“Bowen, baby, you feel so good,” she pants. Her fingers tangle in my hair, scratching light and perfect. “I want more. I want you.”
I lift my head, slick from her and drunk on it. “Yeah? Then show me how much.”
She bites her lip, all wide eyes and flushed cheeks. “Please… give me your big cock.”
“Goddamn.” I sit back on my heels, stroking my hand down her thigh like she’s the finest thing I’ve ever touched—and she is. “You ask like that, how the hell am I supposed to behave?”
She giggles. “You’re not.”
I slide my fingers out, slow enough to make her whine at the loss, and tap her hip. “On all fours, Vi. Want to see you.”
She scrambles up, hair wild, skin dewy with heat. Her back arches, ass tilted toward me like an offering. I run a hand over the curve of her, from spine to cheek, to where she’s dripping and swollen and perfect.
“Fuck, look at you.” I fist my cock, giving it a rough pull. “You’re so wet for me, baby. You’ve been holding out on me.”
“Bowen…” Her voice is wrecked. “Please.”
“Can I be a little rough this time?” I ask, leaning over her, letting her feel the press of me against her ass, not pushing in yet. “I’ll still make love to you. I’ll just do it like I own you.”
She turns her head, eyes molten, lips parted. “You can do anything you want… just hurry. I need to feel you. Need to know I’m yours.”
“Oh, Violet.” I kiss her shoulder, then sink my teeth in just enough to mark her. “You already are.”
I grab a condom from my wallet, but something in me hesitates.
“Wait.” My voice comes out rougher than I intended. “Are you… are you on anything?”
Violet turns her head over her shoulder, flushed and wrecked and radiant. “Implant. I’ve had it since grad school.”
I pause, still gripping the foil packet. “We both get tested for the team. You’re clean?”
She nods, eyes locking with mine. “You?”
“Yeah.” My heart pounds like I’ve just stepped into a playoff game in overtime. “So, I don’t need this. Not with you.”
Her breath catches, and her lips part. “You’ve never…?”
I shake my head. “Never gone bare with anyone. Not once.”
A shiver runs down her spine, and she pushes back slightly, hips brushing against me. “Then do it, Bowen. I want to feel all of you. I want to keep all of you.”
The sound that tears from my throat isn’t human. I toss the condom aside and grip her hips with both hands. My voice is thick with need. “I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else. You know that, right?”
She moans, needy and breathless. “Then do it already.”
I fist a handful of her hair and tug her back just as I line myself up. “You’re mine now, Vi. No rubber. No rules. Just you and me.”
And then I push in—bare, thick, and burning. Her cunt clenches so tight it punches the air out of my lungs. Every inch I give her is a new level of heaven and hell combined. Nothing has ever felt like this. Like coming home and going feral at the same time.
“Fuck, baby,” I growl, voice strangled. “You feel too good. Too hot. I’m gonna lose it inside you.”
“Do it,” she gasps, writhing beneath me. “I want all of you, Bowen. Always.”
I brace one hand on the bed and bury the other in her hair, yanking her head back so I can murmur against her ear, “I’ll fill you up until you’re dripping with me. I’ll mark you from the inside out.”
