Page 98 of Waiting for Acceptance
“You don’t have to—” I cut him off before he can say anything else.
“I want to.” He licks his lips, staying quiet and allowing me the freedom to continue. “I wantyou.”
He grabs my waist and pulls me closer until my hands are on his shoulders and I’m perfectly positioned above him. “I’m yours for the taking, Trouble.” He fists his cock and lines himself up to me, and I lower myself onto him.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “You feel amazing.”
“Really?” I don’t mean to say it out loud, since I usually keep my insecure thoughts to myself, but it just…slips.
“Baby, your pussy was made for me. Nothing feels as good as when I’m inside you.” I bite my lip, rocking my hips as he presses harder into me. His grip on the tub is turning his knuckles white and I love knowing that I’m the one making him feel so good. That I’m the one that’s pushing him closer to the edge every time I tighten my walls around him.
I stop rocking my hips and start bouncing up and down instead, without a single care in the world how much water is spilling out of the tub every time I do.
“That’s it. Just like that.” Every time he speaks my climax inches closer and closer. I reach up, squeezing my breasts, and pinching my nipples, craving the sensation as I continue riding him. “Look at me,” he demands, making my eyes fly open. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby. Keep playing with those perfect tits while I fill your pussy with my cum.” His hand slips between us, putting the pressure on my clit that I need to come.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whisper. My body begins writhing with pleasure as he grips my hips, keeping the pace that I’m slowly losing control of. I take the place of his hand, playing with my clit to bring my climax to completion, and when I think I can’t take anymore, he thrusts harder, hitting that spot inside of me that makes me want to scream in delight.
“Fuck, Vince!” I hold onto his shoulders, as he slows down, his cock pulsing inside of me as I’m filled with his cum. He wraps his arms around me, my head resting on his shoulder as I sink into his embrace.
“I’ll never get enough of you, Trouble.” I roll my head and kiss his neck. “Now, let’s get in the shower so I can wash your hair.”
I sit up and frown at him. “Why are we moving to the shower?”
“Because as soon as I pull out of you, there’s a chance I’ll be washing your hair with my cum.”
“Right.” He leans up, biting and kissing along my neck, as his cock pulses inside me again.
If this is a dream. I hope I never wake up.
After our shower, Fitz insisted he bring me my food in bed, told me to pick a show to watch, and that he would take care of everything else. He comes back in with a bowl of soup that smells absolutely amazing, a pack of crackers, and a sports drink, as well as one of my tumblers full of ice water.
“I got you water too ‘cause I haven’t seen you drink much in the last couple of days.”
“Are you real?” I poke his face and he smiles, making me question the fact even further because who is actually this hotandsweet?
“Stop, you’ll give me a big head then yell at me for my ego.” I purse my lips and turn back to face the TV, pressing play on the show I picked.
“Hmm…true.”
“There she is.” He laughs and I look at him in confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s been a while since your little attitude showed up, I was starting to think you were sicker than I thought.”
“I guess you’ve just been keeping it fucked out of me.”
“Is that it?” I smile and shrug, seeing him shake his head at me. He hands me the bowl of soup and I blow it off before taking a bite, completely mind blown at how good it is.
“Oh my gosh, this is amazing.” I scoop another bite in my mouth, watching his face light up. “Where did you get this from?”
“Gran’s old recipe. Always did the trick when I was younger.” I look over at him, putting the bowl in my lap.
“Youmadethis?”
He shrugs. “Yeah.” My mouth pops open, but no words come out. I don’t even think my own mother ever made me anything other than microwaved Campbell’s soup when I was sick growing up. “I have another surprise for you for dinner, but I wanted to make sure you could keep food down before making it. It’s not a dish you want to…lose.” His face scrunches and I laugh.
“I don’t deserve you.”
