30. Michael

30

Michael

I held my breath, waiting. I willed her to tell me she loved me, but I wasn't sure.

Finally, she said, "I love you, Michael."

That was enough for me. I kissed her hungrily, passionately, still on my knees. My hands were in her hair, pulling her face towards me. I couldn't get enough of her soft lips, the sweet taste of her mouth. A low groan escaped my throat as our tongues tangled together desperately.

Addison's fingers gripped my shoulders, nails digging in through my shirt as she matched my fervor. Every stroke of her tongue against mine sent electric shocks straight to my core. I was drowning in sensation, in her scent, her warmth.

I dragged my mouth down the smooth column of her throat, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin. She let out a breathy moan, tilting her head back to give me better access. "Michael," she gasped, voice throaty with need.

Hearing my name fall from her kiss-swollen lips in that tone nearly undid me. I sucked harder at her pulse point, determined to mark her as mine. My hands slid possessively down her back to grip her hips, yanking her tightly against me.

"I love you," I growled against her neck. "I love you so fucking much, Addison." The words felt ripped from some place deep inside me, raw and honest in a way I rarely let myself be.

She threaded her fingers through my hair, tugging until I lifted my head to meet her darkened gaze. Her eyes were full of emotions — love, desire, a hint of vulnerability. "Show me," she whispered. "Show me how much you love me, Michael."

I pulled off Addison's boots slowly, reverently, my eyes locked on hers. The air between us was electric, charged with unspoken desire. I could see her chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath.

Next, I slid my hands up her smooth legs to the top of her tights. Inch by inch, I rolled them down, revealing more of her creamy skin. I followed the path of newly exposed flesh with my lips, pressing slow, worshipful kisses along her calves.

Addison's breathing hitched as I neared her knees. I nuzzled the sensitive skin there, relishing the shiver that ran through her body. "Michael," she breathed, a plea and a prayer all in one.

I continued my leisurely exploration, mapping every curve and contour with my mouth. Her skin was like silk beneath my lips, warm and inviting. I wanted to memorize every detail, to brand this moment into my very soul.

As I worked my way higher, Addison's fingers tangled in my hair, urging me on. I could feel the tension coiled tight in her muscles, the barely restrained need. It matched the hunger growing inside me, the primal urge to claim her completely.

But I kept my pace maddeningly slow, determined to savor every second. This wasn't just about physical pleasure; it was a declaration, a promise. With each touch, each kiss, I was showing her the depth of my love, the intensity of my devotion.

I straightened on my knees, my fingers deftly working the buttons of her blouse. With each one I undid, more of her creamy skin was revealed. My breath hitched when I saw the marks I'd left on her last night, like beacons guiding me home. My cock twitched in response, already hard and straining against my slacks.

I pressed a gentle kiss to one of the bruises, causing Addison to gasp. Her fingers tightened in my hair, urging me closer. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, the rapid beat of her heart.

With a low growl, I tugged her skirt down, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. The sight of her like this — vulnerable, exposed, and so fucking beautiful — made my chest ache with a possessiveness I couldn't quite put into words.

I reached behind her, deftly undoing her bra and sliding it off her shoulders. Her breasts spilled free, the pink nipples hard and begging for my touch. I couldn't resist; I leaned forward and took one into my mouth, sucking gently. Addison moaned, arching her back to give me better access.

Finally, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down, leaving her completely bare before me. For a moment, I just stared at her — at her pink nipples, at her glistening pussy.

Mine .

This was mine.

The thought sent a primal surge of satisfaction through me, settling deep in my bones.

I leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her stomach. She let out a soft sigh, her fingers carding through my hair. I could feel the tension coiled tight in her muscles, the barely restrained need.

I spread her legs, forcing her to sit at the edge of the futon. She looked up at me with wide, pleading eyes, but I didn't give in. This was about control, about showing her who was in charge.

I buried my face against her pussy, inhaling her sweet scent. She let out a gasp as I flicked my tongue against her clit, teasing her mercilessly. I could feel her body trembling beneath me, her muscles tensing with anticipation.

Her breaths grew ragged and shallow, her hips bucking slightly as I continued to taunt her, teasing her into a frenzy. My fingers brushing lightly against her inner thigh, dancing just beyond her very core, driving her further into a state of desire that was so close, yet so far away.

Each swipe of my tongue, each feather-like touch of my fingers, sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her moans grew louder, more intense, and her body shuddered with each and every movement I made. She was becoming putty in my hands, and I reveled in it.

As I delved deeper into the warmth between her legs, she clutched at the edge of the futon, nails digging into the fabric as I pulled back and gently bit her clit, eliciting a moan so sweet and raw that it echoed through the room. Her body arched off the futon, her pleas for mercy and release pouring from her lips in a torrent of desire. Her voice, once timid and reluctant, now filled with urgency, begged for the release that had been so skillfully withheld from her.

I couldn't resist the sight of her surrender, the unabashed display of need and want she presented. With one hand, I held her down, my strong grip ensuring that she would not escape this moment of ecstasy. My other hand continued its rhythm, a dance between her thighs that drove her closer to the edge.

A fierce determination took over me, and I decided to push her even further. My tongue darted out, landing on her swollen clit just as my fingers slid into her, penetrating her core with a single, smooth motion. She gasped, her entire body convulsing in response to the sudden intrusion.

I brought her close to climax, feeling her hips buck against my mouth. But just as she was about to come, I pulled away. She whimpered, her hands reaching out to grab onto my shoulders.

"Please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smirked, enjoying the power I had over her body. Over my body. This was what I needed, what I craved. The ability to control every aspect of our relationship, to keep her safe and protected.

I leaned forward again, my tongue tracing slow circles around her clit. She moaned, her hips rising to meet me. I could feel her getting closer, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

But again, I pulled away just as she was about to come. She let out a frustrated whine, her nails digging into my skin.

"Michael," she pleaded, her voice desperate.

I looked up at her, my eyes meeting hers. I could see the desire there, the need. But I also saw something else — fear. Fear that I would leave her hanging, that I would abandon her needs.

I pushed the thought aside, focusing on the task at hand. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them upwards to hit her g-spot. She cried out, her body arching off the futon.

I worked her relentlessly, my fingers and tongue moving in perfect sync. I could feel her getting closer, her muscles tightening around me. And this time, I didn't pull away.

I let her come, feeling her body shudder and convulse beneath me. She cried out my name, her fingers tangling in my hair. I kept going, prolonging her orgasm until she was a boneless heap on the futon.

When it was over, I pulled away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. She looked up at me with a dazed expression, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

I smirked, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me. This was what I needed, what I craved. The ability to control her body, to make her mine.

I gave her a long, slow kiss, letting her taste herself on my mouth. She moaned into it, her body still trembling from the orgasm I'd just given her. I could feel her heart racing against my chest, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

I pulled away, looking down at her with a smirk. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. She looked so beautiful like this, so vulnerable and exposed.

I couldn't resist the urge to touch her, to claim her as mine. I flipped her over the arm of the futon, so she was bent over in front of me. She let out a surprised yelp, but didn't protest.

I ran my hands over the globe of her ass, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingers. She shivered at my touch, her body responding to me instinctively.

My cock leaked at the sight of her like this.

I leaned down, pressing a kiss to the small of her back. She let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing beneath me. Trusting me. I could do whatever I wanted to her, and she would let me.

I slid my hands down her thighs, spreading her legs wider. She let out a sigh as I ran my fingers along the inside of her legs, teasing her mercilessly. I could feel her getting wetter, her arousal coating my fingers.

I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her ass cheek. She let out a gasp, her body tensing in anticipation. I could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

I slid my fingers between her legs, finding her clit already swollen and sensitive. She let out a moan as I began to circle it, teasing her mercilessly. I could feel her getting closer, her body trembling beneath me.

There was something powerful about being fully clothed while Addison was completely stripped. I was addicted to the control it gave me, the way she looked at me with a mix of desire and vulnerability. I could see her trembling as she waited for me, her body exposed and open to my gaze.

I pulled out my cock and teased her entrance with the tip. "You want my dick, baby?" I asked in a rough voice.

She nodded, looking at me over her shoulder. I could see the need in her eyes, the way she bit her lip in anticipation.

I stroked myself, watching her. "Look how hard you get me, Addison," I said. "Fuck, look how much my dick wants to bury itself in your pussy."

She whimpered, her hips pushing back slightly as if trying to draw me in.

I couldn't resist any longer. With one swift thrust, I was inside of her. She let out a cry of pleasure and pain. I knew she still must be sore from last night, but I didn't care. I went slow then. Today was different. I couldn't control myself anymore.

I gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back onto me as I thrust deeper. She cried out, her body arching to meet mine. I could feel her tightening around me, her muscles clenching as she struggled to adjust to my size.

But I didn't give her time to adjust. I kept thrusting, harder and faster. I could feel the tension building in my body, the need for release growing stronger with each passing second.

I reached around, finding her clit with my fingers. I rubbed it in tight circles, feeling her body respond to my touch. She was close, I could tell. I could feel her getting tighter, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Fuck, you're so wet, baby," I said. "I want you to squirt all over me. Soak me, got it?"

Addison whimpered.

"You take my dick so good," I said, tightening my grip on her hips.

I pounded into her; her moans becoming louder and more desperate. I could feel her pushing back against me, her body begging for more. My free hand gripped her neck, guiding her head towards me.

"Look at me, Addison," I commanded, my voice rough. "Look into my eyes as you come for me."

She turned over her shoulder, her eyes locked onto mine. I could see the submission in her gaze, and it only fueled my own desire.

"That's it, baby. Let go for me," I growled, my hips picking up speed. "Let me feel you come around my dick."

She let out a scream as her orgasm hit, her muscles clenching around me, milking a warm, slick substance between our bodies. I felt her contractions, her body shaking with each wave of pleasure.

I pounded her harder, feeding off her energy and the intense pleasure coursing through her body. Each thrust buried me deeper inside her, the feeling of her muscles squeezing and releasing around me driving me closer to that edge I had been chasing for so long.

I could hear her begging for me, getting louder and louder. I knew I was pushing her, testing the boundaries of what she was capable of taking. But I couldn't stop now. The burning desire to possess her, to claim her as mine, was too strong.

"Fuck, baby," I groaned, my cock pulsing inside her. "Tell me you love me."

"I love you, Michael," she wailed. "I love you so much."

"Tell me you want my come," I demanded.

"Yes, I want you to come in me," she said, keening for me. "Fill me up, baby. Please ."

The tension built up within me; the pressure releasing in a torrent of hot, viscid fluid. I could feel her inner walls pulsating around me, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my entire body.

"I love you," Addison gasped, her voice barely audible above the sounds of our bodies colliding.

Her words were like a trigger, sending me hurtling over the edge. I surged forward, slamming into her one last time as I released myself inside her. I felt her muscles contracting around me, milking my seed out in long, rhythmic pulses.

As our bodies stilled, I collapsed on top of back, my chest heaving with the effort. I could feel her heart beating rapidly against my own, her breath warm on the back of my neck.

I raised myself up and moved her so I could look into her eyes, seeing the love she had for me there. "You're mine, Addison," I whispered. "Forever."

As I pulled out, I could see the evidence of our passion on her thighs. I felt a surge of satisfaction at the sight, knowing that I had marked her as mine. I pulled her into my arms, holding her close as we both caught our breath.

I knew that this was just the beginning. I would never let her go, never let anyone hurt her. She was mine, and I would protect her with my life. Even if I had to get my hands dirty to do it.