Saving Hailey: Chapter 31

Hailey licks her lips, staring at me with a hunger that’s baffling given the two orgasms she’s just had.

My turn.

I fall forward, bracing on both elbows so I don’t crush her into the mattress. My lips find hers and I slip my tongue inside, still starving for her. It’s been too fucking long and I may never be able to sate this hunger.

I suck her bottom lip, then, with a thrust of my hips, I all-out bite. Holding onto the brakes is almost impossible, but after weeks of celibacy, Hailey once again feels like the first time. Way too tight to take me.

A moan flies past her lips and I swallow it up, groaning once I’m balls-deep inside her.

“So fucking warm,” I rasp, holding in position. “Tell me you missed this, Hailey.”

“More than you’ll ever know.”

I rise on my elbows, watching her pretty, flushed face, roving every inch and memorizing the way she looks when she’s full of me. Her blonde locks flirt with her flushed cheeks, hooded eyes stare into mine, swollen lips glisten as her tongue darts out.

There’s no sign of pain in her heated gaze, but I don’t let myself look away as I pull out of her slowly.

“I’m not fragile,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck to haul me down. “Crush me.”

I smirk, letting her feel a little more of my weight. She’s loved this since the start: being held captive under the bulk of my body, skin on skin.

“You’re not fragile,” I agree. “That petite body hides more strength than should be possible, but that won’t stop me making sure you’re comfortable, pretty girl. It’s been a while.”

Dragging her hands down my back, she stops low and digs her fingers into my ass cheeks, urging me to move.

“Greedy little thing,” I tut, giving her exactly what she demands. “You want to feel me between your legs all day tomorrow, don’t you?”

“Move, Carter. Please.”

Just like it did downstairs, my heart skips a fucking beat when my name leaves her lips. I’ve waited months to hear her say that. She refused to use it at the safe house so when she finally called me Carter I damn near had a coronary.

I cover her lips with mine, loosening my self-imposed leash a touch. Our tongues dance together, growing greedier with every second. Along with the heated kiss, grows the tempo of my hips rocking back and forth.

Hailey matches my moves, touching wherever she can reach, desperate for more. I let my cock drag over her G spot on every thrust, holding her thighs pinned to the mattress so she stays wide open for me.

A mist of sweat covers my back while I fight the orgasm that’s been simmering by the surface since the hallway, when my finger first entered her pussy.

“More,” she mewls, tangling her fingers in my short hair.

I up the tempo. The sound of our flesh slapping together mixes with Hailey’s gasps and my heavy, hastened breaths, spurring me on.

“Fuck…” I grit out, gripping the back of her neck to hold her head in place, eyes on mine as I slam into her harder. “It’s been too long. You feel fucking divine, Hailey.”

I find the perfect tempo, one that drives her incoherent and lets me last a little longer than I normally would after such a break. We’ll spend the rest of the night making up for lost time, but I’m not ready for this moment to end.

“You drove me crazy when I watched you touching yourself on the cameras.”

She smiles through the ecstasy. “I imagined you were the one touching me.”

So did I. “It took everything in me not to storm into your bedroom and sit you on my face so you could ride me.”

“I’m sorry,” she moans, her eyes closing, hinting she’s not far off coming undone.

“You’re not.” I grip her calves, pushing her knees up to her chest. “Fuck,” I heave, the space between her legs even tighter in this position. “Don’t apologize. I hated it as much as I loved it.”

My muscles burn with the effort it takes to hold my orgasm in check. Bit by bit, the pace of my thrusts increases, and I grip Hailey’s throat, making a necklace with my fingers.

“You need to come, pretty girl. As much as I want this to last until morning, I haven’t fucked you in forever and you feel too fucking good.”

I squeeze even harder, hard enough that her face flushes bright red and her eyes roll back into her head. “Three,” I grunt, my hips rocking faster as I dip my head to lick her bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth and biting gently. “Two. Don’t fight it.” I lift her head off the pillow, touching my forehead to hers, every sound from her lips fueling my fire. “One. Let go. Come, Hailey. Fucking come for me.”

Her back bows, tense like a guitar string, and the orgasm slams into her, so potent that her tremors pulsate through me.

“Beautiful,” I huff, prolonging the unrelenting tempo as I fuck her through the release. “So fucking beautiful. Open your eyes, pretty girl. Watch me.”

She does, even though it seems to cost her immense effort while she’s still coming undone in my arms. Those pretty blues pierce my eyes for a moment, then look down as I yank my cock out of her.

My fingers flex in her hair, the other hand wrapping around the hilt, and I pump fast, my orgasm tingling at the base of my spine for a few intense seconds before it explodes like an H bomb. I’ve fucked my hand countless times since I rescued Hailey from Noretto’s. As satisfying as those orgasms were, none can compare to this one. And nothing can compare to the high I feel watching silver ribbons of my cum spatter Hailey’s stomach and breasts. The guttural moans tearing from my lips can’t be silenced. I don’t even try because it’s clear as day Hailey loves hearing me as much as I love hearing her.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip in a display of raw awe as she watches me drain my load until there’s nothing left and my empty cock slaps against my tummy.

“Mine,” I grunt, brushing my lips against hers. “Say it, pretty girl. Say you’re mine.”

“Only if you’re mine.”

“Now and always.” I slip my tongue inside her mouth, reveling in her familiar taste. We’ve kissed before. We kissed five minutes ago, but right now, I’m not rushing.

Unlike those greedy, needful kisses, this kiss has nothing to do with foreplay. Weeks of demanding hunger have been temporarily sated and all that’s left are emotions and feelings.

Hailey matches the slow rhythm as if she has nothing better to do, nothing she’d rather do than memorize every corner of my mouth. I can relate. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than this close to her. Cradling the back of her neck I let her feel the weight of my body. We’re both covered in a mist of sweat and my cum by the time I inch away, brushing a few locks of her hair back.

“I’m yours,” she whispers, stamping the cutest little kiss on the tip of my nose. “And you’re mine. I’m sorry it took me so long to believe you.”

“I’m sorry I gave you reasons to doubt me. I won’t make that mistake again.”

“Good because you gave me your heart, Carter. I’m not giving it back.”

“I wouldn’t take it if you begged. I missed you, pretty girl.”

A small smile curves her lips. “I missed you more, but I don’t think I can go again tonight.” She braces both palms against my chest, hinting that she wants me to get off her. “You can call your men back.”

I chuckle, moving to lay beside her. “They’re not waiting until we’re done. They’re probably asleep by now.”

“So no one’s keeping an eye on the guest house?”

“You think I’d take that risk? Dante has men stationed outside.”

“Oh… good. If we can’t go back to the safe house, where will we go after your bank visit?” She tries gracefully hopping out of bed, but I keep her in place and get up to fetch a washcloth from the en suite.

“If the evidence is there, we’ll move to my place.” I spread her legs, wiping her pussy first. “If not, Dante has other safe houses. We’ll have to move around a lot until you remember where the files are.”

“If that’s the case, we’ll have to figure out a way to keep me quiet. We can’t kick your men out every time I need you.”

“They do what I tell them, Hailey.”

“I’m aware, but I’d rather they didn’t know what we’re doing when we’re doing it.”

“They’re big boys. They’ll know I’m inside you whenever I’m not with them.”