Page 48 of Pucking My Grumpy Accidental Husband
Like I could ever stop. I match her rhythm, my hand still between us circling her clit while she rides me. The combination makes her shudder, her head falling back, hair tumbling around her shoulders.
"Come for me," I groan, voice rough with need. "I need to see you fall apart for me, Tessa."
Her body seizes around me as my name tears from her lips—a sound I want to bottle and keep forever. She pulses so tightly it nearly drags me over the edge with her, but I grit my teeth,holding on through sheer will. Not yet. Not until I've given her everything.
Before she can catch her breath, I grip her hips and flip us, laying her back against the couch cushions with me above her. She laughs, breathless and gorgeous, her eyes already dark with want again.
“God," she whispers, arching up to meet me, her whole body begging for more.
I slide the head of my cock slowly through her wetness, just enough to make her whimper. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
"Dax—" her voice breaks, desperate.
I press in just an inch, then pull back, watching her writhe. “Say it, Tessa. Tell me what you want.”
"I want you inside me. All of you.Please—I need all of you.”
That’s all it takes. With a low groan, I thrust deep, burying myself in her until we’re both shaking, until there’s nothing left between us but heat and need.
I grin, kissing her hard before sliding lower, down her throat, her chest, the soft curve of her stomach. I ease out of her only to settle between her thighs, and she opens for me instantly, pulling me closer with a needy whimper.
I bury my mouth against her, tasting her, worshipping her, giving her everything she’s begging for. Her hips rise to meet me, chasing every stroke of my tongue, and the sounds she makes are enough to undo me completely.
"Fuck, I love your mouth,"she moans.
When she’s trembling, close again, I slide back inside her in one deep thrust. Her cry shatters against my mouth when I kiss her, and the mix of sensations sends her spiraling a second time—harder, louder, more overwhelming than before.
Her body grips me tight, and I finally let go, thrusting through my own release until I’m completely spent.
We collapse together on the couch, drenched in sweat, limbs tangled, lungs burning for air.
For a long moment, the only sound is our ragged breathing. Then she lifts her head just enough to meet my gaze, her expression dazed and utterly wrecked.
"You’re going to kill me,"she whispers, but the smile tugging at her lips makes it clear she’d let me.
I kiss her hard, tasting her satisfaction."Not a chance. I plan on keeping you alive so I can do that to you again and again."
We stay tangled together on the couch, and for the first time in my life, I understand what people mean when they talk about feeling complete. Like I've found the piece of myself I didn't know was missing.
"Stay tonight," she says quietly, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. "I know it's risky, but I don't want you to leave."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. Besides, someone needs to help me finish that pizza. It would be a shame to waste it."
I laugh, pulling her closer. "In that case, I'd be happy to stay."
CHAPTER 11
TESSA
Iwake up to the sound of sports radio filtering through my bedroom walls and the absolutely devastating sight of Dax Kingston's naked back as he reaches for his phone on my nightstand. Every muscle is perfectly defined, tapering from those broad shoulders down to his narrow waist, and I have to bite my lip to keep from making an embarrassingly needy sound.
"Morning," he says, his voice rough with sleep as he turns to face me, and Jesus Christ, morning Dax should come with a warning label. His hair is sticking up everywhere, there's stubble shadowing his jaw, and those storm-gray eyes are soft and unguarded in a way that makes my chest feel tight.
"Morning," I manage, trying not to stare at the way the sheet has pooled dangerously low on his hips. "What's the radio saying?"
He grins, pulling me closer until I'm pressed against his chest. "Listen."
