Something So Perfect (Something So 2)

“Matthew,” I beg him, almost crying for it. “Please.” His fingers start harder now, rubbing the G-spot inside me, the pressure so much, so good. “I’m going to come.”

“No, you’re not,” he says, stopping all his fingers.

I groan, cursing at him.

“Say it, babe. Say it and I’ll make you come and then fuck you so hard.”

I open my eyes and lick my lips at the sight of his tented pants. “How hard?” I ask him, seeing him bite down tight, the vein in his jaw ticking. I’m not the only one on the edge. I push my tits up, trying to rub on him. “How hard are you going to make me come?”

“Mine.” His mouth covers mine while our tongues fight with each other while we both try to kiss each other harder. His mouth leaves mine while he looks down at his hand disappearing inside me. “So wet,” he says, and I know I’m wet. I can feel myself leaking all over his hand, all over the bed. “This little clit, so tight, so red. Want me to rub it, baby, rub it till you come?”

“Yes.” I push up my hips now, trying to move side to side. I open my eyes to watch his while I say the words he’s been waiting for. “Yours. Only yours.” His fingers slam into me. “Always yours.” Is the last thing I say before I come all over his hand, and he doesn’t stop. He continues pumping into me till I’m sure I’m going to come again, till I hear a Velcro strap open on my right wrist, only to be flipped to my stomach where he pulls my hips up. My hands grab the sheets while I look over my shoulder at the same time and he slips into me. Slowly to the root and then out again, only to be slammed into over and over again. The bed knocks against the wall, his hips crushing into mine, my body pushing back against his. His hand grabs my hair, pulling my head back, making my back arch, getting him deeper in me.

“Play with your clit. Get yourself there with me,” he tells me while his hips never stop. My hands move under me, where I flick it with my nail, still sensitive from before, but the need to come overpowers it. My fingers rub it hard, from side to side. “You’re almost there. I feel you squeezing me.” His hands grip my hips. “Fuck, so good,” he says while I breathe out, the orgasm coming so fast I don’t even know how to tell him. Instead, my body stills, my pussy spasms, and my breath stops, my chest heaving while I close my eyes, riding the wave that has come over me. Riding till I’m almost at the shore, till he slams in me one more time and lets his head fall back and roars out his own wave.

Chapter Nineteen

Matthew

It’s been four days since I’ve tied her to this bed. Four days since I told her she’s mine. Four days since she admitted she’s mine. The first night I untied her and tied her to me just in case she would take off running. She did worse. She yanked me so hard while I was sleeping I thought my shoulder was dislocated. We showered together, ate together, watched television together, fucked each other like rabbits, and the whole time she was tied to me. I loved every single fucking second of it.

Now here we are in the bathroom after four days. My body has never been more relaxed in my whole life. “I have to be at the rink tomorrow morning for practice skate.” I spit my toothpaste out of my mouth while she stands at her side of the sink brushing her teeth. My white big plush robe hangs on her. It’s four sizes too big. “We play tomorrow night.”

She spits out her toothpaste and rinses out her mouth. “I’m aware.” She glares at me. “I hope you know that you ruined my vacation.”

I wink at her, obviously irritating her even more. “Please, you’re trying to tell me that four days home with your reality television shit playing wasn’t better than Mexico?”

“No.” She folds her hands, the front opening a bit more, showing me her one plump breast. She is also sporting some of what I call ‘love bites’ all over her. In discreet places of course. Nonetheless her breasts have them, her inner thighs, her shoulders, the back of her neck. I stopped myself short of sucking on her neck this morning while she rode me. Instead, her left tit got it. I reach out, pulling her to me. “You ruined my beach vacation.”

I don’t have time to say anything because her phone rings.

She walks to the side of the bed, picking it up, shooting me a surprised look. “It’s my father.” She looks at the phone again then at me. “Hey, Pops!” she says, sitting on the bed.