Page 38 of Anger Bang
“Is this you deciding to try out the slow hypothesis?” he asked, grabbing a hold of her hips.
One of her eyebrows went up. “When it is, believe me, you’ll know.”
Then, finally, she lowered herself down onto him as he drove upward until he was buried inside her warmth. His balls tightened, and he nearly lost it right then. He stilled, clenching his jaw, and pulled back from that edge. That’s when she got the revenge she’d promised him that first night, squeezing his cock with her inner muscles while he stayed frozen.
“Thea,” he said, half protesting for her to stop and half pleading for her to keep going.
“Told you I’d get you back for teasing me so much out by the campfire.” She planted her hands on his chest and rocked her hips forward. “We’re not going slow anymore.”
He could have argued. He probably should have flipped her onto her back and regained control of the pace, drawing out each thrust until she was beside herself with want. That’s what he wanted, to imprint on her so that every time after him part of her would always remember this moment with him.
But as the classic song went, you couldn’t always get what you wanted but you could get what you needed—and he needed Thea Pope.
He gripped her fleshy hips, holding her tight enough that she looked down at him.
“That’s right,” he said, urging her on. “Look at me while you ride that cock. I wanna watch your face when you come again.”
She let out a mewl of pleasure and picked up her pace, grinding down so her clit rubbed against him with every downward stroke. Then she was going up again, riding him hard and fast, rubbing against him as she chased her orgasm just as he tried to hold his off.
“So pretty.” He watched her tits move, swaying with the rocking motion before his gaze traveled up to her face as she bit down on her lip in concentration. “So goddamn beautiful.”
She arched her back and moved her hands from his chest to his thighs, holding him hard enough that he could feel her round nails biting into his skin as she took him deeper. It was so much and not enough—he wasn’t sure it ever would be. He held on for dear life as she fucked him, taking him higher and higher as his balls tightened. Fuck. There was no way he could last much longer—something that she no doubt knew as she got her revenge for that ass slap and drawing things out the other night, because now she had him ready to beg for her to keep going and to please, whatever she did, not to slow down.
“You wanna go fast?” he asked.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she started riding him harder, her hips bucking against him. “Yes.”
“Then I’m gonna give you that.” He’d give her whatever she wanted.
He flipped their positions so she was on her back underneath him. Her legs tightened around his hips as she lifted herself to keep fucking him from underneath. He met her halfway, coming into her like a man finally finding himself home again after a lifetime away.
Over and over, he thrust forward, sinking balls deep and pulling back before crashing forward again until her core clenched as she came. And as he watched the bliss crash over her, something broke loose inside him and nearly made him lose it right then.
He couldn’t name it, couldn’t even begin to identify it, but he knew without even a whiff of doubt that everything was different now. It worked that way with the books he wrote—there was always a moment when things just clicked and everything that seemed like a chaotic mess before fell into place. Looking into Thea’s eyes as his climax fought its way to the surface and he sank one last time into her, he knew his life was never going to be the same. Being with her had changed everything. It had changed him. After that, it was just the best kind of fucking oblivion as the entire world rushed out on a wave of intense pleasure that only left him and Thea.
When the world came back into focus, he was bracing himself on his forearms so he wouldn’t crush her. It took a minute for him to catch his breath as he came fully back to earth. Then, he rolled over so he lay beside her. She didn’t say anything but shifted her hand so it was close enough that she could wind her little finger around his as they stared at the ceiling.
Finally, he forced himself up so he could get rid of the condom. When he got back in bed, she was already snuggled in, waiting for him with a sleepy smile.
It only took a minute for his eyelids to grow heavy and his breathing to even out, but he wasn’t ready yet to give in to sleep. Like the fool he was, he wanted one more chapter before he crashed out.
“Tell me something,” he said, taking her hand and winding his fingers between hers.
She let her head fall to the side so her cheek was against his shoulder. “About what?”
“You.”
He felt her smile against his skin. “What do you want to know?”
“Everything.” The truth came out before he—a man who made his living picking just the right words—realized what he was going to say.
“My favorite color is green. I think vanilla is loads better than chocolate. I can’t dance.” She snuggled closer, fitting herself up against him. “Your turn.”
“I’m a diehard Ice Knights fan. I do my best writing after my second cup of coffee and before my fourth. I think glass elevators are the worst invention in the world.”
“Kade?” she said after a moment.
“Yeah?”
