Convict Me (Broken Heroes 1)

I take down the showerhead to rinse us both off quickly. I don’t want to fuck her in the shower. I want her in my bed. I want to cherish and worship her body like I should have done the first time.

Using the fluffiest towel I have, I dry her off from top to bottom before I dry off myself and lead her to my—our bed.

“Lie down, baby…” I watch her as she crawls into my bed and lies with her head on my pillow.

Her still wet hair falls around her, encompassing her in a halo of golden brown. Her perfect body is spread out in front of me like a feast. Fuck, I can’t believe how lucky I am that this beautiful creature is here with me.

Even after all the shit I’ve put her through, she remains here with me.

Looking up at me with nothing besides love and trust, she says quietly, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I climb over the top of her, pressing her small body into the mattress, bringing our bodies as close as possible. We’re skin on skin. I can feel her heart pounding against my own.

The need to kiss her consumes me. I dip my head and press my lips against hers. Her fingers run through my hair, her tiny nails indent into my skin, and I relish the feelings spiraling out of control inside me.

Every inch of her I see I want to touch and devour. I want to make every part of her mine.

My mouth moves all over her creamy skin, my tongue dipping in and out, leaving a trail of fire behind. Her moans become louder, her quivers become stronger, and when she arches her back, pushing her pretty pussy against my swollen cock, I know she needs more.

“Please…Hero…” she begs and pleads, as if I wouldn’t give her exactly what she wants or needs.

I move up her body and take her lips next, delving my tongue into her hot mouth like I want to drive my dick into her tight pussy.

Nudging her legs apart with my knees, I barely touch her, and she spreads herself wider, making me smile mid-kiss.

Sliding one hand between us, I guide my dick inside her. I go slow at first, letting her adjust to my size. Her tight, hot walls grab onto me, squeezing me so tightly, black colors my vision. It feels so fucking good. I never want to stop fucking her. My dick wants to live inside her permanently.

Her legs wrap around me, pulling me closer to her, deeper. Unable to hold back any longer, I dive into her all the way, until I feel the back of her pussy, then pull out just a little before plunging back in.

She moans directly in my ear, and her small fingers grip onto my arms.

“Does that feel good for you, baby?”

“Yes,” she moans, wrapping her legs around me, her heels digging into my butt cheeks.

I find a rhythm, rocking into her, and she tries to match me thrust for thrust, which makes me chuckle. Such a tiny thing trying to own me, own her pleasure. It turns me on more.

With little effort, I lift her pelvis so I hit that spot deep inside her, that magic spot that draws the loudest moans out of her.

It doesn’t take her long to come apart. I watch her face closely as she does. Her nose wrinkles, and her mouth parts slightly while her body shimmers and shakes.

She is so fucking beautiful, it hurts. Seeing her like this is the icing on the cake. I want to see her like this every day, and I will if I can help it.

After coming so close to losing her today, I find I need to make one thing clear, with myself, with us. “I’m done wasting time, pushing you away and pretending we are not meant for each other. We might have grown up in different worlds, but we found our way to each other and that’s all that matters,” I grit out, my jaw tight, my body shaking.

Elyse arches her hips upward, her walls still pulsating around me from her own orgasm when mine finally slams into me.

Blackness overtakes my vision, and I squeeze Elyse to my chest, afraid she may disappear if I don’t.

Fuck, I’ve never come so hard in my life. My balls draw together and my whole body spasms as I empty myself into the depth of her pussy. I slump on top of her, completely spent, putting almost all my body weight on her, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

Her soft fingers trace the tattoos on my arms. I don’t want to move, and I definitely don’t want to pull out of her.

“We didn’t use a condom,” she whispers, sounding neither nervous nor angry.

“I know.” I probably should have asked her if this was okay first, but I just don’t want there to be anything between us. Not even a thin layer of latex. If she gets pregnant, I’ll take care of her…and our baby.