Gage
I felt like a beast–like a raw, unfiltered version of myself, stripped of logic and civility. There was no reasoning left in me, no sense of patience or restraint. I couldn’t control it anymore. The need clawed through my chest, wild and merciless. I had to be inside her. I had to feel every inch of her wrapped around me, had to know exactly how wet she was for me–how wet I’d made her. I needed the proof of it, needed the heat of her body swallowing mine, needed to lose myself in the one thing that made me feel alive.
And when Bree moved–when she spread those trembling thighs for me–it was over. My breath stuttered in my throat. The soft pink of her glistened, slick and swollen, and I swear I could see her pulse there, begging, calling for me like she already belonged to me. Every coherent thought dissolved into the heavy thrum of lust that rattled through my bones.
I didn’t ask her what she wanted this time. I didn’t need to. I already knew. Her body said it louder than words ever could, the way her breath came short and quick, the way her chest rose and fell like she was holding on to something too big to contain. We were past asking- we were here. And we both wanted the same thing.
I leaned down, bracing myself over her, my elbows sinking into the mattress on either side of her head. My c**k ached, heavy and straining, already leaking against the soft skin of her thigh. I hadn’t felt like this in years–so wound up I could barely breathe, knowing I was seconds away from unraveling. Not even all the nights I’d spent trying to ease the pressure myself came close to what this felt like. Because this wasn’t just need. This was her. And nothing had ever compared to Bree.
Her eyes met mine, those blue irises burning like fire under moonlight. Her fingers trailed up my arms, nails dragging over my skin as if she wanted to anchor herself to me. I didn’t know what I looked like–probably half–crazed, still glistening with her slick on my chin and throat- but the way she looked at me… f**k. It was like she didn’t care. Like she wanted me even
more for it.
Seeing her come undone earlier, feeling her shatter against my mouth, had almost broken me. I’d been so close to losing it right then. Watching her body twist and tremble, hearing her scream my name–I’d nearly spilled in my jeans. But I held it together, barely. For this. For no
“You ready, gorgeous?” I rasped, my voice raw, unsteady, every syllable trembling with want.
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice breaking into a moan. Her legs locked around my waist, her ankles digging into my lower back as she arched up to meet me. “Please, Gage. I need it.”
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I smirked, leaning in close until my lips brushed her ear. “You need it, huh?” I murmured, my voice low, teasing, before I shifted my hips, sliding my c**k through her slick folds. The sound that left her lips made my chest tighten. She was there–open, ready, waiting.
And then I pushed in.
One long, hard thrust–and I was buried to the hilt. Bree’s body arched beneath me, her mouth falling open as a sharp gasp escaped her. Her p***y clenched around me like she was trying to hold me there, to memorize every inch of me inside her.
“f**k, Bree,” I groaned, dropping my forehead into the crook of her neck as her walls fluttered around me. “So f*****g tight.”
She was. Just like I’d imagined. Just like every dream that had haunted me since the camp. She fit me perfectly–wet, warm, and utterly mine. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I finally breathed.
“Move, Gage–more,” she panted beneath me, her breath coming out in shallow bursts that fanned across my jaw. Her legs tightened around my waist, her thighs trembling as if she could force me to move through sheer will.
I closed my eyes, trying to get my head on straight, but it was useless. I was too far gone. My muscles coiled tight, my breath ragged, my body demanding what my mind couldn’t control. I pulled back, the head of my c**k dragging through her slick heat, before thrusting back inside her. The pleasure hit like lightning–white–hot, instant, and all–consuming.
A sound tore from my throat, rough and guttural, as I buried my face in her neck. The scent of her skin, warm and sweet, mixed with the faint taste of sweat, drove me wild. My weight pressed down on her, my chest against her breasts, my body moving without thought, without rhythm–just raw, desperate need.
Each thrust pushed the air from my lungs, every moan she gave me setting me on fire. She met me for every movement, her hips arching up, her arms tightening around me, holding me like she never wanted to let go.
“More,” she groaned, her voice breaking on the word as she shifted beneath me. Her legs fell open wider, inviting me deeper, and when her hands slid down to grab my ass, squeezing and urging me on, I lost the last bit of control I had left. “Harder, Gage. More,” she demanded, breathless, her voice shaky but full of want.
“f**k, Bree,” I groaned, the words catching in my throat. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand sliding beneath her back, the other gripping her hip as I drove into her harder, deeper.” You’re f*****g killing me.”
But even as the words left me, I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to. I pulled back, held her tight, and
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slammed into her again, over and over, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing through the room. Every time she moaned, it pushed me closer to the edge, her voice winding through me like a live wire.
The pace built until I wasn’t sure where I ended and she began. Heat rolled off us, slicking our skin, a sheen of sweat coating my back. Bree’s nails dragged down my spine, leaving thin trails of fire that only made me thrust harder. I could feel every tremor in her body, every flutter of her muscles, every desperate gasp that filled the air between us.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, her hand shooting up to my hair, tangling in the strands as she held me close. “God, don’t stop, Gage.”
Her voice broke on my name, and that sound–it was everything. I groaned roughly against her neck, the vibration of it rippling through both of us. She clenched around me, her body tightening, and I felt her pulse with every thrust.
My rhythm faltered, pleasure crashing into me in relentless waves. I wanted to hold on, to keep it together long enough to feel her fall apart first. “Hurry, Bree,” I muttered against her skin, my breath hitching. “Come for me, baby. Please.”
“I’m right there, Gage,” she moaned, the words hitting my ear like a promise. “Right there- God, I’m so goddamn close.”
My teeth sank into my lip, hard enough to taste blood, trying to fight off the release clawing through me. One of my hands slid down her thigh, wrapping around the inside of her knee. I pulled her leg higher, opening her up even more, and drove into her at a new angle.
Her breath hitched–then turned into a scream. The sound of it ripped straight through me.
“c*m on my c**k, gorgeous–do it,” I gritted out, my teeth clenched tightly. “Do it now.”
“God, yes!” she screamed as my hips pistoned against hers.
And then she shattered. Her p***y convulsed around me, her body trembling beneath mine. I felt the rush of her release, the warmth of it drenching my c**k even further, and I couldn’t hold back. I couldn’t stop the blast of euphoria surging through every muscle, every nerve.
“Bree!” I yelled, praising her name as my c**k exploded inside of her, thick spurts coating her insides while I kept thrusting, kept moving, making her chant my name right back at me.
The feeling didn’t fade–it didn’t stop. My c**k stayed so hard it almost hurt, so full it bordered on pain. So I didn’t stop thrusting, didn’t pull out. I collapsed onto her again, my hand releasing her leg as my hips slowed down, still moving, still needing to feel her.
Bree was panting beneath me, her lips moving lazily across my shoulder and neck. Her hands
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softened, her nails no longer raking as deep. But we didn’t stop–we didn’t stop moaning, didn’t stop moving together.
The pace slowed even further, drawing out every last ounce of heat. I could feel her dripping onto the sheets, the mixture of us both being pushed out every time I rolled my hips back in.
When I finally gained control of my body again, I lifted myself onto an elbow, gazing down at the girl beneath me. Her blue eyes shimmered with love, her smile radiant–lighting up the entire room.
“I love you,” I whispered, still rocking my hips slowly into hers.
“I love you too, Gage,” she whispered back, pulling me down into a kiss so goddamn gentle it burned through me. Tears pricked behind my eyes, unbidden and raw.
So I stayed in her embrace, worshipping her like I’d promised I would–showing her how badly I needed every sound, every tremor, every breath of her pleasure.
We spent the night lost in each other–moaning names, trading kisses, wringing out every single atom of bliss we could find.
Only when the sun began to rise, soft light filtering through my window, did we finally collapse side by side. I pulled her against me, her body warm and small in my arms, her fingers curling into my chest. She snuggled closer, sighing softly, and only then did I drift off -falling into the best sleep I’d ever had.
Emilia M
Chapter 65! Wuhuuu! My goal is still to hit between 80-100 chapters, seeing my e****r wanted me to hit just about 200k words, but we’re getting there. I promise, Gree – thank you Danee J for that – will stand side by side, concurring everything as the strong couple they now are
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