Page 54 of No Mistakes
The cool metal of his piercing rubs against my inner walls in the most sinful way, making me jolt as he pushes further inside.
“Oh my god,” I cry out, nails digging into his back. “I can feel it-fuck-I canfeelall of it.”
He fucks me hard on the dresser, each thrust making the wood groan beneath us, his hand still wrapped around my throat, forehead pressed to mine.
“You feel that?” he whispers, “That’s what you do to me.”
My nails rake down his back harder, creating a picture of this moment against his skin.
“Harder,” I breathe out between thrusts. “Don’t. Stop.”
He bites my lip, then my shoulder, bruising me with his mouth. I feel the dresser shift under us, drawers banging open, but I don’t care.
I feel my legs shake, my body telling me I’m close, but he pulls out suddenly, causing me to whimper.
He lifts me into his arms, carrying me to the bed like I’m nothing but his to toss around and devour. He throws me onto the mattress, flipping me over.
“Hands on the headboard,” he demands. “Don’t let go.”
I obey.
Ifuckingobey every word.
He slides back in, deeper from this angle, and I cry out as my eyes roll back. His hand grips my hip, slapping my ass hard once, then twice. I arch back into him, desperate for more. His pace is brutal, fucking perfect.
“I should’ve done this the first night I met you,” he rasps. “Should’ve claimed you then.”
“You just did,” I pant. “Fucking claim me again.”
He moans deep, slamming into me again and again until I’m shaking, moaning his name as my orgasm rips through me. But he doesn’t stop.
He pulls me up, dragging my back against his chest, one hand on my throat, turning my head towards him as the other finds its way between my thighs, teasing my clit with slow, precise circles that make my legs weak.
“Lookat me when you cum.”
And I do.
I shatter with his name on my lips, and his eyes locked on mine like I’m the only thing in the world.
Once I’m completely ruined, trembled and breathless, he releases inside me with a hoarse groan, burying his face in my neck like he can’t stand to let go.
We stay like that for a moment, both of us unable to move as his cock twitches against my walls.
I push my head back, leaning into his shoulder, letting out a shaky laugh.
“I told you this is war.”
The first thing I register when I open my eyes, is the weight.
Not the blankets or the lingering ache between my thighs. Not even the dull throb of my hips that tells me last night wasn’t a dream. No, the weight I feel is solid, warm, grounding.
Ant’s arm is slung around my waist, his hand curved over my stomach like it belongs there. Like I belong to him.
I blink against the lights bleeding through the thin motel curtains from the parking lot, noticing it’s still dark. The room smells like sex, sweat, and him.
I touch my lips, feeling them still swollen. My throat sore from moaning his name, and my thighs?Ruined. And I’ve never felt better.
Ant’s chest presses against my back, steady and calm. I can feel every breath he takes like we’re synced. I don’t move, waiting for any indication that he might be awake.
