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“Yes. Yes Sir. I need it. Your cum. Need you.”

His palm hit the headboard above her hands and he spread his knees, thus widening her legs farther apart so he had full control over her pleasure.

He reached beneath her body with his free hand and he nearly blew his load right then. “You’re fucking drenched.”

“I know.” Incredulity dripped from the two words. She was just as surprised as he was.

Which meant this was different for her too. Unique…

Special.

The pads of his fingertips slid in her pussy juice as he circled her clit.

Her hips jerked in tiny circles as he fed her his cock. “I want you to come on my cock. I want to feel you come one more time before I come inside your pretty pussy for the first time.”

“The first time.” Her voice held some kind of reverence he didn’t understand.

But he heard the words. Which meant there would be more than one.

Thank. Fuck.

Something akin to panic finally subsided in his gut and he let everything else go but her.

“Yes Sir. Yes Sir.”

It was a mantra, a pledge, a prayer. All of it together maybe.

Chrome didn’t know. Didn’t care.

He was inside his girl. That was all that mattered.

She hovered right on the edge, her head turned to the side, hair half covering her eyes. Her lips parted, aiding in her ability to suck in shallow breaths as she reached for what he was going to give her.

He knew what she needed and he wanted to fucking roar.

Licking up her shoulder he inhaled her scent and then bit her.

His teeth sank into the flesh of that sweet spot between her neck and her shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood, but damn close.

“Sir!” Her wail.

Fuck.

Her pussy tightened up so hard so fast he almost lost the pistoning rhythm of his hips. But his fingers worked her clit, rubbing every ounce of pleasure directly into her swollen nub.

“Come for me, babygirl. Come for me.” He put both of his hands flat on the headboard and fucked her hard until her strength failed her.

He went down with her and bit her again, wrapping a hand around her throat.

He didn’t squeeze as she fought to breathe but he used it to thrust into her as she continued to come on his cock.

Sensation raced up the backs of his legs and down his spine. It coalesced in his groin, drawing his balls up tight to his body.

He shoved in deep and panted against the back of her neck as he dug his arms beneath her body and hugged her tight.

Cum shot out of the tip of his cock, filling her pussy.

His hips jerked on each shot as wave after wave of pleasure erupted inside him.

Nirvana.

That’s what she was.

Perfection in a tiny tiny frame that took what he needed to give her. And not just to take it, but she loved it. Reveled in it. Coming for him. Asking him to pleasure her.

Perfection.

He never knew it would taste so sweet.

His orgasm would have bowled him over if he hadn’t already been lying down. He wanted to relax his arms and just lay on top of her. Hold her close. Protect her. Forever. But she was so small he couldn’t do it.

Licking her again he whispered. “Perfect, baby girl. That was…perfect.”

She did the last thing he expected to love.

She giggled.

At some point she’d curled her feet over the backs of his knees and she rubbed them against his legs. That simple closeness nearly stole his breath.

He didn’t know what to do with it. How to even begin to process it even.

But he knew he had time. He’d make sure of it.

That gave him the strength to lift more of his weight off of her when all he wanted to do was stay inside her and start again. She hadn’t slept well, probably since the kids were taken. She’d had a horrible nightmare he’d forgotten to ask her about.

She needed sleep and now that they were both sated, at least for a few hours, maybe they could get some shuteye. Her sleeping with his cum inside her did things to him that made his cock jerk in anticipation of the next go round.

Her moan reached his ears and he smiled.

Opening his eyes was a challenge. He blinked several times and then focused on the beautiful woman he still had pinned down. He moved all of her hair off of her face and she blinked up over her shoulder at him.

Smiling down at her he joked, “Oh, hi. You’re still here.”

Her shoulders fell and she shifted a bit beneath him. As to get more comfortable or flee he wasn’t sure, but the latter sure wasn’t an option.

“It was a joke. I used to be pretty good at it. Apparently I’m a bit rusty. I’ll work on it.” He rolled off of her, pulling free from her body and maneuvered the comforter out from beneath her.

Seeing his cum leak from her pussy?

Fucking hottest thing he’d ever seen in his entire life.

His cock jerked to life as he climbed back into bed next to her and he pulled her close pillowing her head on his chest. He wasn’t giving her an option to get out of bed.

“A joke?” She asked and rubbed her cheek on the hair on his chest.

Didn’t take her long to relax into him again. So sexy. “Pretty sure you fried my brain when you asked me to make you come again. So fucking hot, Cammie. Could have been a dream.” He lifted her chin so he could look down at her.

“I’m no dream.” She yawned and he knew she wouldn’t have any trouble sleeping. And he’d be there if she woke up again and needed someone.

Needed him?

Hopefully.

“No you’re not. You’re real which makes this way more fun.” He touched the smooth skin on her lips and closed his eyes, holding her close.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?”

“Staying.”

His heart beat hard inside his chest and he kissed the top of her head. “Anytime.”

As the first morning rays of a new day filtered through the window, and Cammie relaxed into sleep next to him he said it again. “Anytime.” And as he fell asleep rubbing her shoulder…he knew he meant it.

Chapter Seven

Several hours later, Chrome rummaged in Cammie’s refrigerator trying to figure out what to make them for lunch.

Being a bachelor, he could whip up a mean grilled cheese and soup with the best of ‘em. With her kids he knew he’d be able to find what he needed.

He grabbed some butter and cheese and shut the fridge door.

Awareness rippled up his spine and he knew she’d be standing there before he turned around.

He held onto the things in his hand because there’s no doubt he would have dropped them if he’d tried to put them down.

She stood in the archway of the kitchen with a t-shirt on. He was going with naked underneath. She just needed to be naked all the fucking time.

Her hair was loose around her pretty face and thankfully she hadn’t put make-up on. She looked nervous and he scowled. Why in the hell would she be nervous after what they’d done that morning. “Hey,” he offered in way of greeting.

Smooth, jackass.

“Hi.” She gave him a small smile but it didn’t reach her eyes. She put her shoulders back and moved toward him. She laid her hand on his forearm and rose on her tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

“What was that for?” His cock raised its hand with what he wanted the answer to be.

“A thank you.” She got a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with water from the tap.

“For?”

She took a drink and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. “For taking my mind off things last night. Well, this morning.”

“Your mind off things.“

“I know I’m nothing special,” She shrugged as she put her glass in a dish rack in the second sink and mumbled, “Good thing the lights were low.”

She tried to walk away.

That didn’t go well.

The food thunked onto the counter where Chrome tossed them. Cammie squeaked and whirled around right before Chrome got to her. As he crowded her against the island she latched onto the edge of the granite.

He got right in her face and she bit her bottom lip.

“Care to repeat that last bit so I can make no mistake with what came out of those pretty lips?” Quiet and direct didn’t normally go well for other people when he sounded like this. He tried to reign it in. He did. Didn’t work. But he tried. “A” for effort and all that bullshit.

“Umm…” Her brown eyes sparkled beneath the lights of the kitchen.

“That definitely wasn’t it.” He leaned in a bit closer, forcing her to fall back onto her elbows which pushed her groin against his cotton covered hard-on. “I distinctly know I heard the words
nothing
and
special
used. In the same sentence. In reference to yourself. Do I have that right?”

“I didn’t mean…”

He eyed her hard nipples as they pebbled beneath her t-shirt. His palm slid along her chest from between her tits up to her throat where he circled her slim neck.

Not enough to take her breath away…well at least not much anyways.

“I haven’t been able to get you out of my head. Not since our plane trip. You’re like this living breathing need in my system. I want to be inside you. Need to. All the fucking time.”

He gripped the neck of her t-shirt with both hands and ripped it in half.

“What are you doing?!?”

Her skin flushed instantly and he licked her collarbone.

He stripped her out of the torn fabric and ripped the sides out of her panties too. Tossing both scraps onto the kitchen table a few feet from the island he never pulled his gaze from her for more than a single inhale.

“Isn’t it obvious by now? I’m going to take care of that shit for self-esteem real quick. And guess what?” He flipped her around, shoving the top half of her down onto the cold granite.

“Huh, fuck, cold.”

He shoved his boxer briefs down his thighs and rubbed the head of his cock along her decidedly wet pussy. “We’re going to leave every single light on this time. So I can see every inch of you I didn’t get to see this morning. A travesty on my part that needs to be rectified.” He pushed his way in a tiny bit and her sweet pussy strained against him. But oh…so…slowly she relaxed and let him in. “Immediately.”

His grip on her ass, he needed to let go. At least loosen it just a tad. But hell if he could actually get his brain on board with that plan.

Clutching her.

Marking her.

Even if the marks faded two minutes after they came.

That would still be enough.

He let go and smacked each of her ass cheeks, rubbing the sting away as she eeked and moaned. “Like my hand on your backside, little girl?”

“I shouldn’t.”

His nostrils flared and eyes narrowed. “Shouldn’t?” He buried himself inside her until she gasped and then peppered her ass with swats. “Shouldn’t? I don’t think that’s what I asked, now was it?”

“No Sir.” Her head rolled back and forth on the counter as she tried to retain control.

“What did I ask?”

Her head stopped and she shivered.

He felt it clear to his balls, which sucked up tight to his body, trying to get as close to her as possible.

“I don’t know, Sir. I’m having a hard time concentrating at the moment.”

“Are you? But I’ve barely gotten started.” He grabbed her hair at the base of her neck and tugged. Not hard. Not high. Just enough she could feel him there. Holding her. Controlling her.

Dominating her because she needed it.

And so did he.

“What…you…ask…Sir?” She got an extra word out as he withdrew each time.

He ran his other hand up her back beside her spine and held her shoulder to get inside her deeper. Thrust stronger. For several strokes he couldn’t think. Couldn’t process anything else but the sensation of being exactly where he was meant to be.

Home was a lullaby in his head drawing him into the fantasy of her. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, thankful she couldn’t see him. Thankfully he could hide how much it meant to him.

When he opened his eyes and focused on the beautiful woman beneath him, her ass had turned a nice dark shade of mauve. “Do you like my hand on your ass? That was the question from earlier.” He spanked her several more times and rubbed the heat into her flesh as she whimpered.

“Yes.”

“What do you like about it?” He smacked her rosy flesh again.

“I don’t feel lost.”

Mine
.

There was that word again.

Chrome pulled out, scooped Cammie up and laid her on her back on the kitchen table. Good thing it had been clear or he would have pulled one of those stupid romance novel scenes where the hero clears the table and craters everything.

He sank back inside her as he stared into her eyes this time.

Her parted lips drew him in until he faced her, nose to nose. “I don’t ever want you to feel lost with me, Cammie.” Holding his breath felt like an eternity until she answered.

“I don’t, Sir. I just don’t. But I should. I should be completely lost and scared and appalled.”

Chrome chuckled and Cammie moaned which made Chrome grit his teeth. “Why should you “be” anything but happy and safe? Why is scared and appalled the answer you’re seeking?” He peppered her face with kisses, latching onto her wrists to hold them above her head against the table.

“Isn’t that how we’re all raised? To not like the kinky stuff? Normal is tolerated but only when you’re married and then and only then is missionary the way to g—”

Chrome kissed her. It wasn’t even to shut her up since she was speaking archaic bullshit. It was simply because he couldn’t not kiss her.

Ugh.

Double negative.

He was so fucked if he started trying to find the logic in loving her… Chrome pulled his mouth from hers and ogled her.

Love.

Who the hell said anything about love?

At some point her eyes had closed and she’d drifted into some kind of contented stupor.

His rhythm didn’t change he made sure of it.

Nor his depth or position.

Well…he may have angled a bit farther down to hit her g-spot and make sure his groin connected with her clit on each stroke.