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“That’s it,” he praises, “what a good girl.”
And I’m a fucking goner. Even though I’m sure he wants to slam into me, this position making it even easier for him to do so as he holds me suspended in space and time, he slowly pushes his length inside of me until he’s balls deep. Then he pushes even a little deeper and I gasp in surprise and pleasure.
The rumble that comes from his chest reverberates along my skin, teasing me.
He grips my hip with the hand not holding my hair hostage, his fingers digging into my skin so hard that I know he’ll leave marks behind. I’ll wear those bruises with pride.
We take a breath together, our heart beats synching as our bodies buzz and our souls reach for each other. Then he starts to move.
He drags his cock from my body slowly before slamming his hips forward. The action forces his name from my lips as he bottoms out and fills me completely. Every drag and thrust has me holding my breath and then panting as stars dance across my vision and the world around me focuses down to one thing—the way he makes me feel.
It’s exactly what I need.
And he knows it.
The way he plays my body is perfection, leaving no room for worries or fear. There is only room for him. For the way he makes me feel.
What starts out slow, becomes faster and harder as he moves. His grip on my hair tightens and he tugs, curving my body just the way he wants me, just the way he needs me.
With the way he’s holding me, I can’t move to meet his thrusts even though I want to. I want to chase this feeling, the bliss, the pure fucking pleasure. I need it.
But he holds me steady, and the only thing I can do is take what he gives me.
“Carson,” he growls, “you’re taking my cock so well. I love seeing the way your pussy stretches around me.”
I moan with his words and can almost see the obscene sight he must be looking down at right now.
My tits swing free underneath me and my arms start to shake as my pussy clenches around his length. The sound of his thighs slapping into mine with every thrust is loud around us, the soundtrack to how close I am to falling over the edge.
He’ll catch me when it happens. He always does.
My heart soars, feeling lighter in my chest and the tears I was trying to hold back earlier spill down my cheeks. Not from pain. Not from fear.
From release.
I let it all go, knowing Jared is strong enough to take it, to carry it, and help me with the weight of it all. And that is exactly what he does.
As I teeter on the edge, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust, he grits out, “Let go and come on my cock.”
His words are permission. His words are a demand. His words are contrition.
And I shatter.
Right there. As he holds me. As he lifts me up. As he takes my fear and makes it into strength.
“Fuck,” he growls, “milk my cock, Carson.”
My pussy squeezes his cock as a long, low sound comes from deep in his chest. I moan his name when the first jet of his cum paints my pussy walls, a warm feeling spreading through my body.
When I slump down on the bed, my arms unable to hold me up any longer, his grip on my hair loosens. Then he’s there, taking care of me, cleaning me up, and positioning us on the bed so my head is laid out on his chest as our breathing calms and our heart beats slow down.
“You don’t need to worry,” Jared promises, “I’ll keep you safe.”
It’s the last words I hear before I fall asleep and I know, tonight, nightmares won’t follow me. Jared won’t let them, and I trust him with everything I am.
CHAPTER 12
JARED
