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Chapter Thirty-Four:
Definitely Not Jealousy
It wasn’t until everythingwas done that I realized how much I needed all of it. The protein bar gave me a second wind, and that was nothing compared to the touches and praise he surrounded me with. Some of his questions felt out of place, and at the time I didn’t realize it was his way of properly checking on my headspace without outright asking. It worked like a charm.
After ten minutes and a bathroom break, Sterling had me on his bed spread open for him, his hard cock tenting his boxers so badly I thought it might break free. “I’m yours, Sir. All of me.”
“You’re beautiful, Zeppelin. Don’t hold back, hm? Come when you want to. I still want three.”
He leaned down, sliding strong, sure arms up under my thighs to grip my waist and pin me there as his tongue swiped up my pussy just to tease me.
“Oh, fuck!” I arched, chasing that tongue like I was dying for it and in a way I was. The second he sucked my clit into his mouth I was a goner, coming so hard my vision blurred and I yelled something even I didn’t comprehend but he didn’t stop there ... he kept going. “Sir! Ohfu-kinghell! Shit!”
He bit my thigh as he slid two fingers inside of me then took me apart with that tongue, those fingers and the perfect stubble on his jaw. I could barely keep my eyes open and focused as the second orgasm built, but he stopped me short of the edge this time to shove his boxers below his balls and pushed my legs up to thrust inside me. “Couldn’t fucking wait another second.”
I could see him fully then, the lust in his eyes, his fucked-out hair, the evidence of that first orgasm covering his mouth and chin.
He was a fucking sex god. “Love your cock, Sir. You fill me sofuckingngood!” I came again, this time clenching so tightly around his cock that his eyes seemed to darken right before mine.
“Keep squeezing for me, sweetheart, nice and tight,” he muttered, rolling his hips and fucking me hard enough to make the mattress dip. “Just like that.”
The experience was otherworldly. I could feel how hard this was for him, literally and figuratively. He wanted to fuck me hard, to breed my tight pussy without any ounce of hesitation and yet he was holding off, holding off for one ... more ... orgasm.
“I’m close,” I gasped as I felt it building once again. This one felt different, like there was a dam about to break deep inside me, and the second his cock slid almost fully out of me I felt a rush of warm liquid fill its void. “Sir!”
“Good girl, don’t fight it,” he growled, slamming deep, thrusting twice and pulling out again.
More hot come spurted out of my pussy, making my entire body begin to tremble as tears spilled from my eyes. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think about anything but Sterling and his guttural “good girl.”
“You make such a beautiful mess, sweetheart.” Those were the only words I heard, the only thing I knew as he spilled inside of me and buried himself deep, pressing our bodies together and peppering kisses over my tear-stained cheeks. “My beautiful mess.”
I was, and I was in no place to deny it. I was his, wholeheartedly his ... and Christ on a cracker, was I a mess.
Time blurred for a little while after that in his arms, neither of us rushed in any way to go anywhere. He held me while I allowed more tears to fall, held me long after I pulled it together and the entire time I didn’t feel one ounce of judgement from him. He was right about orgasms that make you cry, and I’d never been happier to be wrong.
When I finally found myself able to speak again, I needed him to know how much all of that meant to me, how much he meant to me. “Thank you, Sir ... I— I love you.” Yet the moment those words spilled from my lips I regretted them. That devil was back, and she was yelling at me for being so vulnerable so fucking soon, and part of me feared she was right. “Please don’t say it back,” I rushed out in a whisper. “I don’t want you to say it back, not yet.” Not until you mean it.
“I know,” he said simply, slowly, like he wanted me to catch the meaning behind the words as he planted his lips to my forehead. “We need to get cleaned up. Are you okay to move now?”
I nodded, my body sore as hell but he was right, I was already beginning to feel sticky. “I need to change our sheets.”
“I’ll worry about that. All I need you to do for me right now is go pee and then get in the shower. I’ll be there soon.” He kissed me briefly, then tapped my side to make me move even though I didn’t want to.
I trusted him though, and he knew what I’d need after what we just experienced together. Me fussing about sheets wasn’t one of them. My knees wobbled as I found my footing, smiling when his come dripped down my thighs and I realized how badly I suddenly needed to pee. Go pee and get in the shower. Of course Sterling knew best.
By the time he joined me under the water, I was deeply craving his touch. It was so overwhelming I clung to him before the glass door closed behind him. “Hi.”
“You’re much less infuriating when you’re sated, you know that?” he asked, tugging my hair gently to tilt my head back and kiss me. “How are you feeling?”
I smiled softly at him, almost as soft as the way he was looking at me. “Better now that you’re here. That was ...” I trailed off, not knowing how to tell him that was the best sex I’d ever experienced in my life without sounding like some cliché.
“I know,” he repeated. “Still feel like I failed a little though since you’re still walking and talking.”
I huffed at him. “I wouldn’t be walking if I had the choice. My legs feel like fucking jelly.”
“That makes me feel a little better.”
He bit the tip of my nose playfully then walked me backward until he was kissing me under the water, and every part of it felt like a movie.
