Page 109 of Victorious: Part 3
“Ride me,” I command, gripping her hips. “Want to see your face when I make you come again.”
Panting, like she has nothing left, she sinks down slowly, still sensitive, and gasps while I stretch her wide again. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and the way her mouth falls open, the way her breath stutters in her throat, it nearly undoes me.
Her fingers brace on my chest, and she starts to move, slow at first, grinding down to savor every inch, every pulse. But the hunger in her builds fast. She begins to ride me with abandon, with passion, with that wicked fire in her eyes that tells me she wants to be ruined and worshiped at the same time.
Her hair cascades around her like a curtain, sweat slicking her skin, her tits bouncing with every grind of her hips. I slide one hand between us and grab the vibrator again from the sheets. She watches me with wide, wanting eyes, gasping when I flick it on and press the tip directly to her clit while I’m still deep insideher.
“Phoenix…” she cries, the tremor in her voice sharp and cracked. Her thighs quiver against my sides, her rhythm faltering as the overstimulation threatens to take her under. “Fuck… fuck… I can’t—”
“Yes, youcan,” I snarl, thrusting up into her while I grind the toy against her swollen clit in brutal, perfect circles. “You’re gonna come for me again, Clover. Come with me inside you. I want to feel you break.”
Her mouth opens in a silent scream, her whole body locking up before it shatters. The orgasm tears through her like a fucking detonation. Her walls clamp down on me, pulsing so hard I see stars. I curse loud and guttural, slamming into her, chasing the edge while her body milks me for everything I’ve got.
The vibrator still hums between us when the sensation wrecks me. Her climax, violent and beautiful, triggers my own like a tether snapping. I thrust deep, one last time, and roar as I explode inside her, holding her tight while the pleasure rips through me, wave after wave. It’s not just release, it’severything.
All the days we’ve fought for this, bled for this.Her. Us. Home.
We collapse together, tangled and wrecked, slick with sweat and panting for breath, the vibrator slipping from between us and humming weakly against the sheets.
I stroke her hair, brushing the damp strands back from her cheeks before I press a kiss to her temple. She’s trembling against me, dazed, flushed, and utterly fucked.
“Hi, husband,” she whispers with a lazy, sweet smile.
When she looks at me like that, with her tone as adorable as that, and she smells like she does…
Fuck, I am done for.
I grin, cupping her jaw. “Hi, wife.” I move back in to kiss her,my tongue caressing hers deeply, causing another moan to erupt from her. My cock instinctively hardens again.
I can’t help it.
When my woman moans in that way, how am I supposed to react?
I had no idea I could recover so fast, but it looks like we’re ready for round two.
I slide over the top of her, my hips already moving on their own, needing her, craving her as we both rock desperately seeking each other. My cock hardens almost to full mast as we both moan into each other’s mouths, and I slide between her legs. My cock finds her opening, my tip just sliding inside her, and we both groan at the feeling when suddenly, three sharp knocks echo through the room.
“You’ve got thirty seconds, and I’m coming in,” Maverick’s voice booms through the door.
My eyes widen, and I pull out of her with the shock, and we both freeze, then burst into laughter. I shoot off her to the side, the sheet tangling around me like a fucking asshole when I try to get back to a seated position at lightning speed. But somehow, I manage, and pull Clover with me as she scowls adorably.
“Damn brother cockblocking me,” she mutters, sliding the vibrator under the covers and turning it off.
I grin, pressing a quick kiss to her temple, wrangle the scattered sheet, and pull it up to cover us. “Rain check, Mrs. Evans,” I whisper, then raise my voice for Maverick. “You’re good, come in,” I call out, making sure we both look relatively decent and raise one leg so the fall of the sheet is covering my more-than-obvious boner.
The door opens, and Maverick steps inside, his sharp eyes immediately scanning the room before landing on Clover, who picks up her juice box that she discarded earlier. He gives a slight nod of approval, the universal big brother signal that he’simpressed she’s taking care of her health, then his eyes shift my way. “Come with me. We need to go tell Sadie about what happened at the prison.”
My shoulders slump.Fuck.In all the chaos of getting home and the relief of having Clover safe in my arms, I’d managed to temporarily push aside the nightmare of seeing my mother again.
Of what Maverick had to do to protect Sadie.
Or maybe I was just trying to push it all into the recesses of my mind.
Clover sits up straighter, her eyes darting between us. “What happened at the prison?”
Maverick’s eyebrows shoot up. “You didn’t tell her?”
“Tell me what?” Clover’s tone goes higher, her eyes darting between the two of us.
