Page 61 of Enemy Ex's Secret Baby

It’s about our bodies being together. Whatever that looks like is enough for me.

“I care, Gillian. I want to make you feel good, I’ve always…” he trails off. He knows he can’t finish that sentence and it be true. He has done too many things to hurt me for him to always have wanted to make me feel good.

“It’s alright–”

“It’s not,” he hisses in response. One of his hands slides down to my pelvis and skims my clitoris. “All I want is to make you feel good. That’s all that matters to me.”

Without realizing it, we’ve begun to rock together. Simultaneously, Axel starts to work on my clitoris with a tender touch. There are so many things I want to say to him, but none that would make sense to say right now as we are cornered in the throes of pleasure.

Axel’s other hand digs into my stomach, fingers curling with possession. He doesn’t have to say that I’m his to make it true.

It may only be for this moment. But I have to hope it will be for much longer.

His pace quickens and he has to drop his head to my shoulder. “Oh fuck.”

“You feel so good,” I whisper. My body knows him so well. And his cock manages to stretch me out and make a home inside me in record time. “You feel so amazing.”

Axel wraps his arms up the front of my chest, his hands clenched in fists right at my sternum. I lean forward and grab the edge of the desk. He thrusts into me, sending longing breaths from me each time.

“Yes, that’s it,” I whisper. “Deeper.”

He pushes himself all the way to the hilt, impossibly deep inside me, and I let out a primal screech, overwhelmed at the delicious feeling of his cock all the way inside me. Axel latches a hand to my thigh for leverage and fucks me faster. His lips are pressed together right by my ear; I hear his tremulous humming as he tries to stay steady for me.

I press my forehead to the side of his head, gasping for air. “Axel…”

“Say my name.”

“Axel…”

“It sounds so good in your mouth.”

“Axel, Axel, Axel,” I repeat, each mention of his name paired with a kiss.

Suddenly, he wraps his hand around the back of my head, snapping our eyes back together. His are wild, like an animal. He grunts loudly, driving his hips faster and faster.

The warmth is growing inside me at a rapid pace. My jaw falls open as a moan forms at the base of my throat.

“Yes, baby. Yes. Let me make you feel good.”

Rivers of pleasure flow through my body, blood rushing at a record pace, swelling right in the pit of my belly. “Axellll…” I moan warningly.

“Come for me, baby. Let it all out.”

He grabs onto the shelf above the desk and uses it to help him drive his hips harder. I’m a slave to his speed and his rhythm; only a moment later, a shockwave violently snaps inside me. The tension releases and the red heat of my orgasm blisters through me. I scream, clutching at the desk to steady me. My legs are jelly, shaking with euphoria.

“Good girl, good girl, that’s it, that’s–” Axel is cut off by a sharp inhale and then lets out a nonsensical cry, his head dropping to my shoulder. I feel him release deep inside me, not for a second flinching from this communion. “Oh my god,” he whispers and wraps his hands around my belly. I can feel his heaving breaths traveling down my back. “You feel so good, Gillian, you make me feel so…” He sighs heavily. “Oh my god.”

I smile to myself, pulses of pleasure still echoing through my body. I reach over my shoulder and run my hand through his dark hair. It’s soft but damp with sweat. “You worked so hard,” I murmur and kiss his brow.

Axel chuckles and then kisses my back. “Of course I did.” His hands caress my hips, and he repeats gently, “Of course I did, Gillian.”

I let the afterglow wash over us. So unlike the last time we fucked when I kicked him out immediately. No, this time I want to bask in it.

Axel embraces me from behind and takes a deep whiff of my hair. Then, he says something that makes my heart stop. “Anything for you, Gillian.”

Anything?

It’s time to find out if Axel Hitchins is true to his word. Because if he says anything, I want anything.

---