Page 10 of Securing Her Truth
I start with slow, shallow thrusts, and she raises her hips to meet me each time.
“Mmmmore,” she breaths out as her hips rock faster and faster.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re amazing, you feel so goddamn good, so wet and tight for me.”
I pull almost all the way out and then slam back inside, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
“Yes! Oh, Easton, please, please…”
Again, and again I thrust into her, fucking her so deep, hitting the end of her each time. I angle my hips, searching for her most sensitive spot. Stella’s fingernails dig into the skin on my back as a primal sound bubbles up from deep inside her.
“There it is,” I grunt, hitting her G-spot harder with each thrust.
“Oh, oh, oh,ffffuck!” She screams. She’s so close, so tight, her body stretching and tensing, preparing itself for release.
“Love being inside you, Stella. Love fucking you, feeling you, learning everything about your body,” I tell her as I pick up speed, jackhammering into her impossibly tight cunt. I’m losing control and I need her to get there first.
“Come for me, baby, come on my big cock. Fucking come all over me,” I command.
With one final thrust, she cries out, her back bowing off the mattress and then slamming back down as her walls squeeze me so fucking tight. It’s the best kind of pain alongside the most intense kind of pleasure.
I lean back and throw her legs over my shoulders, gripping the headboard behind her and pounding into her pussy again and again. I grunt with each thrust, the head of my cock bumping up against her womb, fucking her as deep as possible. Stella screams and comes again, her thighs squeezing my hips, her nails scratching my back. I hope she draws blood. I’ll gladly wear her marks.
“Baby... So. Fucking. Good.Jesus!”
I slam into her one last time, my cock throbbing painfully before exploding inside her. I roar her name as I pump her full of my cum. Stella whimpers and comes again like a damn sex goddess, milking me for everything I’m worth. Rope after hot, sticky rope shoots inside her, and I swear I see God while I come harder than I ever have.
I can’t breathe, I can’t think, my brain and body completely drained of every fucking thing. I collapse and quickly roll onto my back, pulling her limp body across my chest.
We lie there like that for who knows how long while we recover. I stroke Stella’s back and play with her hair, kissing the top of her head every so often. I can’t find my voice yet, so I try to do everything I can to show her how much she means to me and how being with her like that was the absolute highlight of my life.
Finally, my heart slows down enough for me to think straight.
“Are you okay, beautiful?”
She nods against my chest but doesn’t say anything.
“Look at me. Please tell me you’re okay. I wasn’t gentle.” Panic seizes my heart at the thought of hurting her. I lost my damn mind and fucked her like an animal.
I feel her soft lips place a kiss over my heart before looking up at me.
“I’m good, Easton. So good. That was…” she trails off.
“Yeah. It was.” I reply, also not sure of how exactly to put what we just shared into words.
I kiss her forehead, cheeks, and nose. Anywhere and everywhere I can reach. We stay wrapped up in each other for long moments, listening to the sound of the wind whistling through the pines.
Stella is curled against my chest, her breathing deep and even as she drifts into a profound, protected sleep. Her hand is restingover my heart. I keep my watch in the dark, staring down at her beautiful, peaceful face.
She’s mine now. My wife in every way that truly matters. The Shadow Syndicate thinks they can tear us apart, but they have no idea what's coming for them.
7
STELLA
The silence of the cabin is heavy, but for the first time in as long as I can remember, it doesn’t feel like a threat. It feels like a sanctuary. The early morning light filters through the heavy curtains in slivers of grey, and as I blink the sleep from my eyes, I realize I’m not bracing for an exit. I’m not calculating escape routes or checking for bugs. I’m just… here.
I’m wrapped in Easton’s arms, his solid, heat-radiating body pressed against my back, spooning me in a way that feels like a fortress. My usual, frantic hyper-vigilance and the hum of static that’s lived in my brain for years has completely vanished. It’s been replaced by the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart against my shoulder.
