I was almost there.
So close.
“Please…” I shamelessly begged, wanting this for myself.
Christian was the only man who’d ever touched me, kissed me, made me his. I didn’t know anything but him. He knew my body better than I did, learning and memorizing it for hours on end.
“You think another man is going to make you beg for what’s always been mine?”
I panted profusely, my chest rising and falling on bated breath.
“Tell me. Say the words, Kinley.”
I didn’t have to be ordered twice. “I’m yours, Christian. I’ll always be yours.”
He growled and returned to lapping at my heat, making me go crazy with need. Within seconds I was coming apart, fast and hard. Shaking the entire time. I rode out my orgasm against his mouth before he released my clit with a pop.
Not bothering to wipe away my come from his face, he attacked my mouth instead with his hand planted firmly at the back of my neck, keeping me locked in place. Close to him, exactly where I wanted to be.
I tasted myself all over his lips and tongue, unable to get enough of what only he could bring out of me. Gripping onto my ass, he lifted me up to straddle his waist and shoved my back against the slider again.
The glass shook, echoing in the room.
“You remember the first time I fucked you against this glass?” He grabbed a fistful of my hair. “You were mine then. Exactly like you are now. No matter what, Kinley Troy. I’m embedded in your blood.”
Our mouths crashed together as I undid his belt. Working the button and zipper of his slacks, unable to get them open fast enough. I pulled out his hard cock and aggressively stroked it in an up and down motion.
He wasn’t the only one who knew me inside and out. I knew him too, and Christian loved it rough.
His hand went to my throat and the other on my hip, gripping hard and applying ample pressure to both. He wanted to mark my body, remind me who I belonged to…
And God help me, I wanted him to.
“Please, Christian … fuck me like you used to.”
It was all he needed to hear.
In one swift, hard thrust, he was balls deep inside of me.
“Fuck,” he loudly groaned against my parted mouth as I hissed into his, crying out but not saying a word.
We hadn’t made love in who knew how long, and I’d forgotten how big he was. Digging his fingers into my ass, he rolled my hips to have me fuck him harder and faster. There was nothing sweet about what we were doing to each other.
We were angry fucking, and I never wanted it to stop.
He mercilessly pounded into me. “This what you want, Kinley? For me to fuck you like this?” The slapping sound of our skin-on-skin contact echoed in our bedroom. “You want me to fuck you like you’re mine?”
“Yes...”
“That’s it, baby … squeeze my cock with your tight little pussy that I can never get enough of. Just like that. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
With every thrust inside me, I felt the mass of his body movement inching me a little higher on the glass. I savored the feel of his dick splitting me open. I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk in the morning without feeling him there.
My pussy throbbed against his shaft while my G-spot pulsated along the head of his cock. Over and over again.
“I’m going to come,” I rasped.
Our ravenous bodies and rage had taken over. My back hit the slider again and again. We were both spiraling out of control in a frenzy from the feel of our mouths and bodies colliding. Coming together as one. He felt it as much as I did. It lingered in our chaos.
Each thrust.
Every moan.
Each push and pull.
Brought back memories neither one of us could ever forget.
He fucked me harder and with more determination, his heart beating fast against mine. Kissing me passionately with everything left inside of him.
“Ah! I’m going to come…” I shut my eyes.
“Eyes stay on me, sweetness. Let me take care of you.”
His words brought me back to another place and time when his dick was inside of me for the first time. Caging me in with his arms against my head, he looked deep into my eyes, and I showed him everything he needed to see.
I panted, and my body shuddered the closer I got to release.
“You’re tight, little pussy was made for me, baby. How many times have you thought about this? About my cock deep inside of you? I showed you how to come, Kinley. I showed you everything you love.” He slammed into me, using my hips as leverage and making me keep up with his vigorous pace.
“What do you think, baby? Should I just stop and leave you like this? Maybe then you’ll know what you’re doing to me. Maybe then you’ll feel me dying for you. Maybe then you’ll finally admit you don’t want this fucking divorce.”
He never once let up on his ruthless thrusts. One by one, I began to come down his cock.
“I’m coming… I’m coming… I’m coming…” I breathlessly panted, fighting back the tears from how true his statement was.
“Yeah, Kinley … just like that. Squeeze my fucking cock like my good girl.” Another growl escaped from deep within his chest, as I milked his cock to come right along with my orgasm.
He roughly thrust in a few more times before our bodies went lax, breathing heavily on one another. Our thoughts running marathons, mimicking our fuck session that happened out of pure anger and desperation to feel some sort of connection to each other.
I reveled in the feeling of him still inside of me, not wanting this to end.
It didn’t.
Christian carried me over to the bed, and for the next several hours we made love as if we were those two crazy kids who only needed one another.
He made love to me until there wasn’t any love you left to express.
Until there wasn’t an inch of my skin he hadn’t kissed or caressed.
Until there were no pants, no moans, no growls or groans.
He made love to me until there was nothing left inside of me but his come.
I fell asleep in his arms while he played with my hair like he’d done for so many years.
Except when I woke up, he was gone.
And all that was left…
Was to sign our divorce papers that afternoon.
Chapter 13
Christian
Then
A week had gone by since Kinley’s birthday, and I’d barely seen or talked to her. This was our first big fight, and I didn’t know what to say or do to make it better.
I wasn’t going to back down on how I felt about Jax and his intentions with us. He didn’t want us together, that much I was sure of.
“You’re like a love-sick puppy, Christian. Where the fuck did your balls go?”
“Fuck you, man.”
Julian laughed. “Just apologize and go down on her. Works like a charm.”
“Right, because you would know.”
“You’re right, I wouldn’t, but if I was in the dog house, I’d use the only weapon I have. My skills to make her see God.”
“How do you see God?” Autumn walked into my bedroom. “I want to see God. Can you make me see God?”