Tempt Our Fate: Chapter 39

Pippa’s cunt spasms around me. It hugs me tight, keeping me locked inside pure heaven. Her moans are loud and powerful as she comes down from her orgasm. I think I’ve become addicted to making her come. I could do it again and again until the entire day has gone by with me between her legs.

My hand snakes up her body until I wrap my fingers around her throat. I press my palm against the hollow of it, wanting to feel every single one of her breaths and moans against my skin.

I slow my hips, circling them slightly as a change of pace. She must like it because her moan vibrates against my calloused fingers.

“Like that,” she pants, lifting her hips to try and guide me.

“You don’t tell me what to do,” I growl, circling my hips again despite my words.

Her head falls backward, giving me more of her smooth skin. I want to squeeze, to see how deep she lets me push my fingertips until it’s too much for her.

Our bodies move against one another. It’s sticky and sweaty. Flour is now coating both of us. All it’d take is for me to pick up the pace and pound into her, and I know I’d be coming in seconds. She feels too fucking good.

“You were made for me.” My lips move against her skin, not knowing where to go. I want all of her at once. I want everything.

My grip on her throat tightens slightly, testing to see her reaction. She moans louder, only prompting me to grip even tighter. My hand seems so large compared to her slender neck. It wraps around her so easily, giving me so much power as my fingertips dig into her skin.

She watches me, her eyes telling me she’s enjoying this as much as I am.

“If only everyone knew that sweet Pippa likes to be fucked rough and dirty. That she is such a little slut that when I choke her, her pussy clutches me so tight it’s almost painful.”

Her face turns red, but I know from her breath that tickles my cheeks that she’s still able to get some air, no matter how small it is. I’d stop if she wasn’t moaning so loudly, her pussy taking me so greedily that I know she gets off by this.

When I’m not fucking her, she’s mouthy and defiant, constantly pushing my buttons. But when we’re like this, she likes to give up the power. To have her limits tested.

“Cam—” Her words get cut off when I roughly push inside her.

“You’re so fucking sexy with my hand around your throat and my cock deep in your pussy. You like feeling me everywhere, baby?”

Tears prick her eyes, her pulse jumping underneath my fingertips. This thrills her, which makes me go wild. All I can think about is fucking her harder, filling her with more of me, marking her body—and maybe even her heart—so there’s no way she could ever forget what it’s like between us.

“Just wait until I fill you with my cum. Then you’ll really be full of me. And you’ll love it, won’t you?”

Her eyes flutter closed with a loud moan. Fuck, I’d prefer to pull more orgasms from her before I come, but I’m too close. I’ve never been as turned on as I am at this moment. She has that pull on me. I’m intoxicated with every single facet of her existence. No matter how hard I fight it, I feel the tightening of my balls, the prickles down my spine. I’m going to come, and there’s no way I’ll let it happen without feeling her spasm around me one more time.

“It’s time for you to come again,” I demand, pulling her lips to mine. I still squeeze hard enough that she has to gasp for air, but I give it to her from my own lungs instead. I pound into her with a punishing rhythm. The sound of skin slapping fills the tiny kitchen. It’s so fucking sexy to hear our bodies jolting against one another, to hear her moans mixed with mine. Even the kiss is so heated and sloppy that you can hear it fill the room.

Will I ever get enough of her? I don’t think so. No other feeling in the world could ever compare to this.

I shove my tongue in her mouth, reveling in how she greedily opens up for me. I’m always wanting more from her, but she’s wanting more from me, too. She’s greedy and needy, and I fucking love it.

“Be a good girl and come on my cock,” I persist. “I want to feel you come so hard that you make me come.” Sweat drips down my back as I pick up speed, circling my hips slightly because I know that’s what she likes. She hangs off the counter at this point, relying on my body pressing into hers to keep her from sliding off.

“And I want you to moan so loud I not only hear it, I feel it against my fingertips.”

Another pump in and out of her, the muscles in my back tightening from the upcoming orgasm. “Now,” I grit out, knowing I’ll be coming in seconds.

I know she’s close when her thighs begin to quiver around my waist. Moments later, she tightens around me, a low moan coming from deep in her throat.

“Good girl,” I growl before going in for a deep kiss.

My skin heats as I come with her, filling her completely. My tongue in her mouth, my hand around her throat, my cock deep inside her, filling her full of my cum.

It’s the hottest moment of my life. The only thing hotter is when our foreheads crash against one another, the two of us trying to catch our breaths from the intensity of what just happened.

I click my tongue, pulling my cock free and finding my cum spilling from her. “I said you’d be full of me,” I note, pushing my cum back inside her. “And you’ll stay full of me.” She jumps when my fingers run over her clit. God, even though she just came, I wonder if I brushed against it again, would she let me? Could I get her to come again with just my fingers?

It’s tempting. Incredibly tempting. I’m about to try when she finally speaks, her hands rubbing at her throat where my hand just was. “I need a minute,” she rasps. Her shoulders rise and fall in rapid succession. Mine do the same. That was the greatest workout of my life. I wouldn’t have to meet with my trainer ever again if I could just do cardio by fucking Pippa for the rest of my life.

Her body goes limp as her head falls against my shoulder. She wraps her arms around me, pulling me close. There are probably a thousand different health code violations we’re breaking, but I lean into her despite the mess between us.

“That was…” Her words trail off as she presses a kiss right on top of my racing heart. It races because that was the best sex of my life—but also because I’m imagining myself doing that with her for the rest of my life, and that’s a dangerous fantasy for two people who started out despising one another.

“Incredible. Mind-blowing…” I brush my hands through her hair as she presses another kiss to my beating heart. “Catastrophic,” I whisper.

She looks up at me with wide, curious eyes. My eyes can’t help it when they drift to the red mark around her throat for a moment. “Why catastrophic?” she asks.

I pull her into me, tugging her off the counter. She gladly wraps her legs around me. We’re perfectly lined up against one another again, the head of my cock brushing against her clit.

My hands cup her ass cheeks, keeping her in place as she rakes her eyes over my face. I want to know what she sees. Is it a different man than she first thought I was? Or deep down, does she have the same opinions of me that have always been there?

“Because I think I want to do that a lot more, for a long time, and I don’t even know if you like me, shortcake.”

Her thighs wrap tighter around me. “I think I’m starting to like you more,” she answers playfully, a wry smile on her lips.

“Are you only saying that because my cum is leaking out of you?”

She smiles even wider at my question. Dirty girl. I fucking love it. “No. I was thinking it before tonight, but the great sex did help your case.”

I playfully nip at her, clutching her to my chest. I want to keep her in my arms forever, to never let go. Maybe then, the real world would never catch up with us and remind us why a sweet small-town girl like her and a cold city guy like me aren’t meant to last. “I think a better adjective is needed. Great isn’t doing it for me.”

She slides down my body, and I hold on to her until her feet are firmly planted on the ground. Even then, she keeps her arms wrapped around my middle. I like it—too much. “What would you like to hear, then?”

“That it was the best sex of your life. That you’ll never let another man have you that way. That the rush of emotions coursing through you right now are as intense for you as they are for me.”

I like how comfortable she is standing in front of me, completely naked. She takes a step back, playing with strands of her hair as she watches me closely. “All of the above,” she whispers.

I don’t know if I’ve ever smiled as wide as I do at this very moment. It’s probably goofy and takes up too much of my face, but I can’t help it. I’m captivated by her, and I need to know it isn’t just me feeling this way.

My mind races with a million different things I could say back to her, but only one word comes to mind as I take a step closer to her and press a kiss to her forehead.

“Good.”