her.
I flip her onto her stomach and roll on top of her, then lift her hips until she’s
on her knees. Her gasp turns sharp when I slide back inside her tight ass, the angle allowing me to fuck her deeper.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathes, ending it in a high-pitched cry. She jerks forward, almost as if to pull away, but I tighten my hold on her hips, refusing to let her escape.
“Can you take it, little mouse?” I challenge. “I know how much you love to
run, but I want to see what it looks like when you stay.”
Panting, she slams back into me, causing my head to kickback from the utter
bliss. It takes a few seconds to gather my wits, on the precipice of losing it altogether.
“There's my good little whore,” I murmur, then I begin to move, gradually quickening my pace, making sure to not injure her.
“Zade…” she moans, long and loud while I fuck her faster, spurred on by the
way she arches her back, nearly begging for more.
Soon, she’s meeting my thrusts again, and the pleasure that settled in the base
of my spine swells. I crowd over her, one hand fisting cinnamon strands and bending her head back until our mouths touch, while my other slips beneath her and finds her swollen clit again, delighting in the way she begins to sob.
Sweat coats our skin, and the vulgar sounds deriving from where I fuck her battle with the sharp noises from flesh hitting flesh. Yet, her screams rise above it all, filling the room and entwining with my own moans, a crescendo of pleasure echoing throughout Parsons Manor.
I trade between kissing and nipping her lips and hovering above them,
swallowing every fucking syllable she produces.
She tenses, and her tight ass clenches around my cock as she nears her
climax. I rub her clit faster, desperately chasing her toward it so I can send us both flying.
Her eyes roll, and she shudders as if a demon is being exorcised from her body. And then she breaks. A scream releases from her throat, the tortured sound bleeding into my name.
“Fuck, Addie!”
My head kicks back, and an orgasm rocks through me, stealing my breath and
vision. I’m blind from how deeply it crashes through me, ropes of cum filling her so thoroughly, it leaks past her entrance and pools beneath us.
The sounds that burst from my throat are unrestrained, my voice hoarse with
all-consuming ecstasy.
It takes several minutes for my sight to return, and when it does, I find Addie
on her stomach, heaving for breath and appearing on the verge of blacking out.
Struggling to catch my own breath, I gently pull out of her and flop onto my
back, my head still swimming.
But I refuse to leave her like that, so I force myself up and into the bathroom
where I grab a small cloth and wet it with warm water.
When I return to her, I gently clean her up, making sure there’s no blood from
any tearing. I'll have to get some ointment for her anyway since she’ll be sore.
“Next time,” she mumbles into the bed. “I’m running from you.”
I grin, reaching over to grab a rose from the nightstand and then tuck it in her
ear, whispering, “You know how much I love to chase you, baby.”
“You’re a menace,” she grumbles, grabbing the rose from her hair and twirling the smooth stem in her fingers. She gasps when a ring falls from it and rolls onto the bed.
As if it’s a spider, she hesitantly picks it up, spinning it to get a good look. It’s a white gold band shaped in a vine with tiny white jewels encrusted into it. The band forms into a rose made up of bright red rubies.
“There aren’t any diamonds in it,” I murmur.
She swallows, and croaks, “Are you proposing because you’re in love with
me or because I gave you anal?”
I tip my head back, a laugh working from my throat. And when I drop my head down again, a smile still on my face, she’s sliding the ring onto her finger.
“Don’t answer that. You’ll make me change my mind if you say it’s because
you’re in love with me. I want to be rewarded for the anal.”
My grin widens, and I roll her over to me, kissing her bare shoulder. “I do love you, you know?”
“I know,” she whispers. “And I’ll marry you anyway because I love you,
too.”
I’ll never get tired of hearing her say that.
“Hey, Zade?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Thank you for bringing me the happy vapors.”
I bite my lip, feeling my chest crack from how fucking addicted I am to this
girl.
I was wrong.
Heaven isn’t a place you go to when you die, it’s inside the person that’s worth dying for.
“Addie?”
“Yeah?”
I bring my mouth close to her ear, delighting in the way she shivers. I’m already hard for her again, my obsession limitless.
“Run, little mouse.”
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