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He reached down between them to hold his cock at just the right angle so when she slid backwards, it slipped just inside her hungry sex. Not all the way at first, because he was thick, but in a few thrusts, he was seated balls deep inside her.
Their groans mingled in a filthy harmony.
Tracy sat up straight to shake her hair back and a breathless cry was forced out of her. Thick was one thing, but the change in position meant that now he was rubbing against parts of her body that hadn’t been touched in years, if ever.
Cutter grunted and lifted his hips up just as she came down, fucking another wail out of her. His hand left her breast to clamp onto her hip, grinding her against him as the broad tip of his cock pressed deep again.
“Found it. Now ride me deep and dirty, baby. Take that cum because it’s all for you.”
Mindlessly seeking the heavy, full pressure that beat inside her, Tracy obeyed. She posted over his hips until her thighs quivered with the unaccustomed motion. When she cried out in frustration, he flipped her onto her back and rose over her like a dark god of flame and metal.
“All you’ve got to do is spread those legs for me, sugar, so I can fuck you hard. That’s what you need, isn’t it, Trace? Someone to do what needs to be done? Someone strong enough to let you fall apart?”
“Yes,” she cried. “Yes, please, Cutter!”
Her words spurred him on and he thrust deep, forging a place for himself inside her body and soul.
“Mine, Tracy. You’re mine. You’re my home, all the way.”
Each flex of his hips released a litany ofyesfrom her lips because he was right. He was home. Each response rose higher and higher as a new sensation built. The clitoral stimulation from his pussy licking was what she’d always associated with orgasm, but the fire growing deep in her cunt was more. Deeper and harsher, a jagged and brutal thrumming inside her body that clawed for release.
Cutter bowed over her, his coal-dark eyes focused intently on her own. His hand rested against her neck, his fingers at her throat, tightening almost imperceptibly as she was pounded into the mattress, too absorbed in his gaze to move or even blink.
She was irretrievably his, as much as he was her own, and the weight of his hand on her neck wasn’t an anchor dragging her down as much as it was a rock she could cling to. The one solid thing she knew would shelter her from any harm.
One more thrust freed her from thought, releasing her to pure sensation. The quiver that began in her belly, the empty place that had finally been filled, spilled over like a thick tide of honey that was almost too hot to bear.
Above her, Cutter stilled, his head thrown back, his body tense as he emptied himself into her, marking his place in her life, in her body.
The cottony silence that filled her head finally resolved itself into familiar pants and heaving breaths. His arm was a heavy weight on her ribs and she could feel the fine twitches that pulsed irregularly under his skin.
With the stiffness that came after too much tension, she turned her head to see if either of them had survived.
He blinked, his full lips slightly open as he sucked in air.
“Did we live?” she asked, then had to clear her throat.
“I think so.” He stretched, the arm across her body tightening briefly. “But I think we’re going to pay for this tomorrow.”
Tracy shifted her hips against the mattress, faintly aware of a cooling wetness underneath her. “Why wait? We can start paying for it now. And when I saywe, I mean someone who isnot mewho will be sleeping on the wet spot.”
“Not it.” Cutter groaned and lifted his head. “Tell you what. You start the shower and I’ll strip the bed so neither one of us has to sleep in the wet spot.”
She nodded because she fully intended to get up and start the shower. But between one blink and the next, she was asleep.
At one point, she woke up enough to roll over and realize that yes, her ass was chilled and slightly sticky, so she shifted over to the side of the bed taken up by a large, hairy, very warm man. He mumbled and snuggled her to his front so she was the little spoon.
Before her eyes closed again, he muttered, “Why are you so cold?”
“Guess who fell asleep in a puddle of sex juice?”
“Ugh,” he said. “Sorry.” But his hand slipped down to cup her pussy and tug her closer to his hips.
Home.
* * *
It was midmorning on Sunday before they finally crawled out of bed for more than basic biological needs like the bathroom, although they did manage to change the sheets and shower. The only thing that finally got Tracy moving was the need to retrieve the pizza that had been delivered.
