I pump in and out of her another two times before replying, “Tell me something I don’t know. Has anyone ever taken you this deep?”
My response was supposed to be more of a statement than a question, but I’m grateful for my lack of brain capacity when Regan shakes her head.
My inflated ego doesn’t linger for long when she utters, “I was so afraid of being snapped in half, I never signed up for the ride. If I had any idea what I was missing, I would have boarded the train years ago.”
Jealousy wraps itself around my heart before weaving down my stomach to clutch my cock. The thought of Regan with anyone but me should fill me with black hatred, but instead, it has the opposite effect. It makes my cock harder, thicker, and determined as fuck to ruin her for any man after me.
After a quick adjustment of her hips, I slam into her harder. Our bodies slapping together sounds callous, but the more brutal I am, the louder Regan screams. That alone increases my speed.
With an arch of her back, Regan tilts her pussy forward, giving me unhindered access to the object I am determined to destroy as much as I want to devour. Her change in position gives me an unimpeded view of her beautiful body glistening in the mid-morning sun and tightens the knot low in my gut.
While my hips jackknife on repeat, I shift my gaze to take it all in. The visual is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. My cock commanding every inch of her swollen-with-need pussy as her teeth gnaw on her bottom lip so fiercely lipstick is not required, ensures my campaign to abolish any of her thoughts not associated with me is in full swing.
But that’s not the only truth it exposes. It reveals what I’ve always known. She can play me like a fiddle.
Realizing her ruse has been exposed, Regan murmurs, “I’ve heard jealousy fucking is the best there is. Would have never believed it if you didn’t prove me wrong.”
The cocky glint in her eyes fades when I modify the swivel of my hips. Within minutes, my pump and roll routine has the slickness of her pussy matching the mud coating her back. She purrs my name on repeat, making my existence in this world whole and complete. She might have badgered me into fucking her like a deranged man, but the man claiming her now, the one possessing her like he wanted to five years ago, he’s not commanding every inch of her body because he’s jealous. He’s dominating her in a way any alpha man would.I’m making her mine.
As evidence of Regan’s excitement coats my shaft, her nails scour my back. Although I want to bang my chest and claim victory, not all Regan’s wetness can be attributed to her excitement. For every hoarse cry she emits, spurts of precum shoot from my shaft, adding to the wildly wet conditions.
As my hips piston at an uncontrolled pace, Regan’s nails dig into my back. Her endeavor to hold on to my sweat-slicked body adds to the chaos. We fuck like wild animals, the country setting perfect for our crazy, uncontrolled romp.
“Yes,” Regan moans, spreading her thighs wider. “Fuck me, Alex. Fuck me.”
My hips slam against hers as I struggle to ignore the orgasm demanding my surrender. I pound into her on repeat, loving the cries shredding from her throat as much as my cock loves her tight pussy milking it.
When she arches her back to release a throaty scream, my balls slap her ass. I rock my pelvis faster, bringing her squeals up another two decibels. Not wanting our impromptu gathering interrupted before we’ve found release, I seal my mouth over hers. Our kiss amplifies the insane heat between us, as needy as the frantic cries Regan releases between breaths.
After a few minutes of commanding her mouth as well as I am controlling her pussy, Regan pulls back. “I’m. . . I’m. . .” Her throaty cries are loud and without constraint—as is her pleasure.
I feel her getting tighter, firmer, her voice huskier before she shatters in the most brilliant way. She squeals my name in a breathless purr as her shoulders relax and her eyes glaze over. A shuddering sensation takes over every inch of her body, forfeiting to the madness without an ounce of protest.
I position myself better so I can watch the extravaganza unfold. The slight gap between her lips, the hue on her cheeks, and the perfect arch of her back as her limbs give way to the uproar surging through her is a fascinating sight.
Regan’s orgasm sucks out all her energy, leaving nothing but satisfaction. Aiming to have her once again enslaved to the brilliance of our exchange, I dig my fingers into her hips to adjust them upwards, giving me unrestricted access to her still-quivering pussy and beautiful face. Her pleasure-hazed features have me coming undone. She is beautiful and free, finally rid of the restraint she’s had since the day we met.
With my eyes locked on hers, I continue pounding her, taking every contraction of her pussy as approval for cum to rocket out of my cock. While groaning her name, I give her every drop of my spawn, holding nothing back.
I begin to wonder if you can die from an orgasm when mine continues ripping through my body for the next several minutes. My sack is empty and content, but my cock refuses to surrender. He likes Regan’s heat surrounding him so much, he’s not willing to give it up. Not now. Not ever.
He’s not the only one suffering separation issues. Regan’s second orgasm arrives in such quick succession, they’re virtually conjoined. Sweat dribbles between her breasts as her lips part to suck in much-needed air.
Her angelic face screwed up in the throes of ecstasy hands me the final piece of the puzzle I’ve been working on the past two months. It makes everything clear and resolute.
Regan doesn’t have the ability to destroy me.
She already has.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
I fight to catch my breath when Alex rolls off me. That was amazing. Phenomenal. Better than I could have possibly imagined. And it all happened in a field with animals watching on. I would laugh at the absurdity if every muscle in my body wasn’t aching.
My achy joints have nothing to do with our accident. With the exception of the memories it induced, our car crash was pain-free. All I remember is sailing through the air before waking up strapped in the wreckage. It was what occurred after that caused my greatest pain.
I spilled Luca’s secret.
Although that is mammoth, it isn’t the sole reason remorse is stabbing my chest. Seeing Alex like that, in the same position as Luca, his head hanging just as low. . .god.Tears prick my eyes just at the thought of him being hurt.
