As soon as my cock’s free, her hands are on me, eagerly tugging my length. My hips move back and forth with each of her strokes, making me grumble low in my chest at the intense feelings. “Mmm... that feels too good already. I can’t wait to have you wrapped around my cock, hugging me tightly until I make you scream my name.”
“Your name, huh?” she says with a throaty tease. Her voice is laced with hunger, and she sounds like sex on fire going straight to my cock. “Is that your kink? You like a screamer?”
I grin, leaning in for a kiss. “Sweetheart, I like anything you want to give me. But I won’t deny I’d like to hear you screaming my name as I make you come. That shit will make my toes curl.”
“Then give it to me, Cowboy. I’ve waited long enough to feel you fill me up. Let’s make your toes curl.”
“Christ,” I silently whisper the word to myself and dig around in the top drawer for a condom. “As much as I want to feel you soak my cock, protecting you is more important.”
She grabs the condom from my grip, and I watch her, thinking she’s going to put it on me. She takes me by surprise when she tosses it, then leans forward to slip me inside her heat. “You always know exactly what to say to me. I’ve never met anybody like you before, Chaos. I hope you never change.”
“Sweetheart,” I murmur.
“I’m on birth control, and I don’t sleep around. I’m safe, I promise you.”
“As long as you’re sure.” I draw in a sharp breath as she uses my shoulders to lift herself and sink further on my cock.
“Fuck me,” she orders, and I do as I’m told.
I hook my arms under hers, grasping her shoulders from behind to get a good grip. I thrust into her slowly at first, driving myself to the root. Once I’m coated in her wetness, I change pace and slam into her until I’m hitting her pussy with enough force her ass bounces on the dresser. The mirror sways back and forth, banging against the wall, and everything I had on the dresser top flies off. It’s the least of my worries. My woman wants to be fucked, and I’m up for the job.
“Oh!” she cries out as I hit a spot deep that makes her pussy flutter. “Yes, right there!”
“Here?” I ask needlessly, plunging in repeatedly and hitting the jackpot.
Her head falls back as she stares heavenward. My mouth moves to her neck, kissing and nibbling on her silky flesh. “You feel so damn good,” I murmur. “Tight and wet, exactly what I need. Pussy made of sugar and sin with a mouth to match.”
“Chaos, please?” she asks.
I pull nearly all the way out, then I jut forward, sinking my cock to the hilt, and she detonates in my arms. Her pussy squeezes me, milking my cock. The intense, earth-shattering sensation sends me over the brink.
“Oh, Chaos!” she yells next to my ear, and my cum pours out like a fucking volcano erupting. I groan, my toes curling as I bury my head against her, riding out my orgasm. “Oh my God, so good!” she compliments as I lay tender kisses to her sweat-peppered flesh.
“You’ve got a magical pussy, baby. Thought you should know as much.” I pant, catching my breath after a beat. I have good cardio, but that was so much more intense than what cardio touches. I was putting everything I had into my movements, getting blissfully lost in the sensation of Hollywood.
She places a kiss on my cheek, wearing a sated smile that makes my heart feel full. “Of course, I do, Cowboy. Don’t forget it either.”
I chuckle. “You’re something else, you know that?”
She shrugs. “Likewise. You’d have to be special for me to be here with you now.” She kisses my cheek again, and her words warm my chest further. I pull free of her cunt and grab a fresh t-shirt from my dresser to clean her up. After I finish wiping myself off her, she heads to the bathroom to handle her business. I watch her take every step, not ever getting enough of her.
“Wish we had time to shower and work on that technique a little more,” I call out loud enough for her to hear me in the bathroom, and she laughs.
“Your technique is fantastic, trust me.”
I smile wide, feeling ten feet tall and proud. I may as well beat my chest a little while I’m at it. “We need to check on the squirt. I’m glad she’s made friends, but I don’t want her to worry if she can’t find one of us.”
Hollywood peeks her head out of the bathroom, drying her hands. “You really are amazing, Chaos. I mean it. Not many people are thrilled about the idea of someone they’re seeing having a kid in tow.”
“It’s their loss. Kids... family... I’ve learned they’re the best things in life. If others can’t see as much and acknowledge it, then you don’t need them in your life. You deserve better.”
“Thank you... for everything.”
I nod and move to get dressed. Her words say what I want to hear, but does she mean them as much as I want her to? It feels like I’ve been searching for peace my whole life, and while she may come with her version of chaos, it’s one I think I can handle. Would I be enough for her? Or would she eventually look for more like my ex ended up doing? I want to put my trust in her and give her my heart, but I also don’t want to get hurt again. I wouldn’t only be losing Hollywood in this one, I’d have Trixie to think of as well.
Chapter 13
After a long day, I slide into bed on the same side I’ve slept on all week. I wasn’t sure how Hollywood would feel sharing a bed with me in front of her daughter, but with the lack of space, we haven’t had much choice in the matter. Initially, I offered to take the cot on night one, but Trixie wasn’t having it. She wanted to sleep on that uncomfortable thing so badly like it was one exciting adventure, and I wasn’t going to argue with her about it. She thinks it’s great she can move the bed to a new spot each night, while I believe it’s better being in my bed. I get to snuggle on and hold her mom all night long.
Am I setting myself up for heartbreak? Possibly. I’m not looking forward to the day heart-shattering happens, and I’m sure my brothers won’t enjoy my misery from it either. I may end up going back to Nomad to get some space and ride her memory away if, in the end, it happens again.
I keep reminding myself she’s not my ex-wife, but a hurt heart doesn’t completely heal once it’s been broken. It takes time to mend the pieces and have a little faith in the process. I’m trying to find that faith with Hollywood now.
My hand rests on her hip, wanting to wrap around under her tits, but I’m not about to turn this sexual with her kid in the same room sleeping. After having her against the dresser yesterday, every lingering touch has been teasing and taunting me to sink inside her pussy again. She wiggles her ass, tucking it in closer against my cock. I have to grit my teeth not to groan aloud at the sensation. She has to know what she’s doing to me, especially in my southern regions. I go from half-mast with a touch of her hip to rock hard and raring to go in a blink. I haven’t had her from behind yet, and it’s plaguing my mind with the images of her plump bottom spread wide for me to watch as I sink inside her soaked pussy. I bring my finger to my mouth, biting down on the knuckle, attempting to pull me from my thoughts and not whisper in her ear exactly what I want to do to her.