He reached out, rubbing my clit as he slammed into me, grinding his cock deep between my legs. I rolled my hips as he grabbed my hair, pulling me back against him. His hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts, touching my clit, rubbing my nipples.
I rocked back against him, sliding up and down his cock, riding him backward. “I love fucking you from behind,” he said. “I love this ass bouncing on my cock.”
“Make me come,” I gasped, barely able to hold back. “I’m so fucking close.”
He pushed me forward again and began to thrust into me hard and rough. I could tell he wasn’t holding back, and I loved it. I took his thick cock as he thrusted deeper and deeper, pushing into me. I moaned with abandon, losing myself to the motion of his hips, of his body, of our sweat.
I felt it begin to build as he gripped my hips. “Come for me, wife,” he grunted. “Come on this dick.”
The sound of my ass against his body as he fucked me rougher, his strong hands gripping my hips, it all drove me crazy. I felt the orgasm start in my pussy and spread out in wild waves, causing my muscles to contract, my whole body to spasm.
“Cole,” I groaned, low and deep as I came. “Fuck me, Cole.”
“Shit, girl,” he grunted in response. I felt his cock slamming into me as I came, long and slow and deep, it rolling through my body like thunder.
And as it began to ebb and slow, he grunted. “Fuck,” he said. I felt him pull out of my pussy and heard the condom get ripped off.
I turned around as he jerked himself off. I watched as his thick cum covered my chest, shooting in thick ribbons all over my tits and nipples. I smiled as he came for me, low and hard.
And then it was over suddenly.
We lay there in the bed, panting together. The ferocity and the power of the orgasm all made me completely exhausted, even too tired to clean the cum from my chest. He helped with that, though, using his T-shirt.
“Holy shit,” I said.
“I know,” he replied. When he was finished cleaning me off, he lay down next to me.
We stayed like that for a while, covered in sweat, wrapped in each other’s bodies. I felt safe and right, like I was glowing.
Fortunately, our parents weren’t home or they were totally oblivious. Either way, we climbed into the shower together, letting the warm water soak us. He mainly held my hips against his, kissing me softly.
“We should talk,” I said.
“Nah,” he replied. “I’d rather just fuck you again.” His lips lingered on my throat.
“Later,” I said, smiling. “We should talk about this fight.”
“We don’t have to.”
“I can’t let you make this deal, Cole.”
“It’s okay, Alex. It’s already done.”
“What if you lose?”
He stopped and looked at me seriously. “I won’t lose.”
“How can you know? What if something happened?”
“I won’t lose,” he repeated, looking into my eyes.
And although I knew it was probably just his normal cocky, confident swagger, I believed him. Underneath all that arrogance, there was an extremely strong and competent man. He was a fighter and always would be. I had to believe in him.
“Still, how do we know Trent will follow through with all this?”
“His business manager is drawing up a contract. I’ll sign it, he’ll sign it, and we’ll be done.”
I nodded to myself. “Seems risky, though.”
“Alex.” I looked at him. “There’s nothing else in this world but risk. Sometimes you have to jump and just trust that you’ll land.”
I nodded slowly. “Okay. I trust you.”
“I know you do.” He kissed me again softly.
“This doesn’t mean you get to keep calling me ‘sis’ or ‘wife,’ you know,” I said when we stopped.
“Well, that’s just not true.”
I looked away, smiling to myself. “Try it and see what happens.”
“Okay, sis.”
I splashed water at him and he laughed, blowing it back at me.
“Not exactly a big deterrent, wife,” he said.
“Okay, now you asked for it.”
The rest of the night was spent in the shower, making our bodies come again, wrapped around each other.
And then again, back in the bedroom. All through the night it was him and everything he was doing.
I knew what he wanted, and he knew what I wanted. The problem of the fight still hung loosely over our heads, but for some reason it didn’t seem so bad. The uncertainty wasn’t bothering me as much as it had before.
I was learning to live in the moment with him.
I was learning to give in to what I wanted, even if it was wrong.