His Price(48)

A rush I never wanted to end.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, I tore it over his head, dropping it to the floor. Hegan was built hard as cement. Dragging my fingers down his stomach, his abs rippled like an ocean current. The warmth between my thighs, drove harder onto his cock, grinding down onto his jeans.

I felt like the floor was dropping from beneath my feet, the walls around me faded into a blackness. Hegan had completely consumed me.

“This might sound crazy, but I wish this wouldn't end,” I said, rubbing my clit faster against his hidden cock. Hegan pressed my hips down, gyrating up to meet my pace.

“You don't have to wish, I'm not holding you hostage. But I won't let you go.” Hegan's face held firm, a wall of one emotion.

No fear, no anger, no sadness. Only intention.

My eyes darted between his, searching for a flicker of untruthfulness. Could he be trying to ease my nerves, and nurture my decision so I didn't question myself?

But I saw none of that. What I saw, the light that streaked across the forest colors...

It was genuine.

In one swoop, Hegan had shoved our plates on the table, the sound of ceramic against wood screeched through my ears. Setting me down in their place, my dress slinked up to the crease of my hips, exposing my freshly barren pussy. A cool breeze brushed my skin, turning my body rigid.

His warm hands wrapped around my inner thighs, spreading his heat across my body. Any trace of a chill had swept away, my body was on fire. Hegan's firm grip tugged my ass to the very edge of the table, forcing my legs open wider by his waist.

Arching my back, I inhaled a thick breath, ribs pushing my breasts into his chest. The air hitting my lungs felt like I was swallowing bits of flaming ash; the hot oxygen burned as it swam down my throat.

Hegan pressed my shoulders back, folding me onto my elbows. A single hand dipped into my lower spine, fingers driving in hard to hold me in place. Taking his free hand, Hegan tore at the button of his jeans.

I wanted him so bad, every piece of my body wanted him inside me. Ready and willing, I didn't need the foreplay, didn't need to be sweet talked. All I needed and wanted was his cock driving in as deep as he could go.

“Hegan, fuck me. I need you to fuck me.” Using my forearms, I gripped the base of his neck and pulled him down. Running the tip of my tongue over his ear, his body quivered.

“Fuck, you're wild.” With his pants around his ankles, Hegan palmed the thick shaft pressing against his briefs. “I'm going to give you all of me tonight.”

Arching one brow, a soft giggle highlighted my tone. “You act like this is the first time, did you forget the sex we had already?”

Smirking, Hegan hung his head. “Babe, I didn't forget. I could never forget. But tonight, it's not just sex. Tonight is something else.”

“How so?” I asked, sliding my fingers through his hair, twisting a few strands and rolling them between my grip.

In his eyes, as he swept them over my body, stopping on my face; a seriousness flooded his expression. “Because I care about you, Noella. I've never cared before. You make me feel something.”

Sitting quietly, my hands remained toiled in his roots. He rendered me speechless, I could only hold my stare on his face. I felt my chest rise and fall rapidly, ears buzzing with a dull chime that seemed to be set in the distance.

There was nothing ringing around us, that sound was my heart, pounding so intensely it was rattling my bones. His words filled my thoughts, clenching my stomach and twisting my insides into knots.

I did that? I gave him something to feel? Me?

“Heg—”

Slicing my voice in half, he drove his mouth onto mine. The tip of his cock tickled my wet, swelling clit. He was standing firm, hard and ready to fill my pussy. Wiggling my hips, I reached down and guided his length inside.

Each inch that spread me open pulsed. Engorged, his cock tasted my walls, the juice dripping down eased him in further. I felt every rippled vein as he slid in slowly. Hegan paused, looking down. I thought he had reached the limit I could take. Fuck, I could almost feel him in my belly already.

But I was wrong, there was more of him left to go, a lot more.

In one swift push, Hegan grunted, and his cock was buried inside me up to the base. Tensing around his shaft, I felt him jerk inside me, the tip of his dick tapping the ceiling of my pussy. His head fell to my shoulder, hands squeezing my hips hard, nails digging in firmly to keep me static.

“Damn, babe. Your pussy's tight. Fuck, that feels great.” His lips vibrated over my skin, thumbs rolling over my hip bones.

Scooping my heels behind his legs, I whispered. “And that's yours now, all yours.” Laying flat on my back, I peeled my dress over my shoulders. My breasts spilled out, nipples hard and ready for nibbling.