CHELSEA
Iâm tucked behind the screen door, hidden from his view but able to see him clearly.
âYou and me, weâre meant to be. I wonât give up on us,â he declares, climbing into his car and starting the engine.
Tears well up in my eyes, and I canât hold them back any longer. I crumple onto the bottom step, my hands cradling my head as I sob.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to overhear. But I heard everything,â a voice says.
I glance up to see Chris leaning against the railing. I spring up and throw my arms around him, burying my face in his shoulder as I continue to cry.
He wraps his arms around me, holding me close. His embrace is warm and comforting, a testament to his kindness. Itâs a reassurance that he doesnât want me to hurt.
âI think you did the right thing,â he murmurs.
I lift my head from his shoulder, my hands reaching up to cup his face. I pull him down slightly and press my lips to his in a gentle kiss. He returns the kiss, his arms tightening around me.
Iâve never felt this way about someone so quickly, but thereâs something about Chris that makes me feel safe. I rest my head back on his shoulder, our arms still wrapped around each other. I feel his lips press a soft kiss to the top of my head.
I pull back and start to kiss his chest through his shirt. He releases me and pulls his shirt off, revealing his muscular chest and abs.
I trace my fingers lightly over his chest as I kiss his nipple, which hardens under my touch. I flick my tongue over it, then suck on it, mimicking his actions with me. A soft moan escapes his lips. I move to the other nipple and repeat the process.
My free hand moves to the bulge in his pants, which is straining against the fabric.
I trail my tongue down his chest, exploring each muscle as I go. I reach his jeans and unbutton them, pulling down the zipper. I tug them down, my tongue never leaving his skin.
His cock springs free, hitting my jaw with its hardness. He steps out of his jeans and kicks them aside.
Now Iâm on my knees, staring at his impressive cock thatâs pulsing in time with his heartbeat. I take it in my hands and start to stroke him, licking the sides to wet it as I continue to stroke.
He guides my head, and I open my mouth as he slowly pushes his cock down my throat.
This is the second time Iâve taken him all the way without gagging. Itâs as if Iâve done this before. I place my hands on his bare ass as he starts to thrust into my mouth.
I can feel myself getting wet as his cock slides in and out of my throat. He pulls back slightly, allowing me to catch my breath. I take a few deep breaths before taking him back into my mouth.
His head falls back, and he lets out a loud moan. It makes me happy to know that heâs enjoying this as much as I am.
We continue like this for a few more minutes. Then he pulls me to my feet and unties my robe, letting it fall to the floor.
He takes my hand and leads me to the stairs. He lets me walk ahead of him, and I feel a playful smack on my right ass cheek.
Halfway up the stairs, Chris stops me and lifts my right leg up a couple of steps. He bends down and starts to lick me from behind.
His tongue works its way from my pussy up to my ass, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.
He positions himself behind me, his hard cock brushing against my ass.
âOh,â I gasp as he rubs it against my pussy. Then, in one swift move, he aligns himself at my entrance and thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside me.
I gasp as his hips meet my ass. He stays still for a moment, bending down to play with my clit. My head falls onto the stairs, feeling heavy. I canât breathe. Iâm cumming already, my orgasm triggered by his cock inside me.
When my contractions slow, he grips my hips and starts to thrust into me. Iâve never been fucked like this before, and it feels amazing.
I want this to last all night. I want him inside me always.
He has a power over me that I canât resist. Iâll never say no to him. As long as he keeps fucking me like this, I donât care about anything else. He makes me feel complete, whole, like Iâm worth something.
He lets out a loud growl as he nears his climax. I could stop him, but I donât. I feel a warm rush inside me as he cums.
I turn my head, brushing my hair out of my eyes, and look at him. Heâs still inside me, still hard. I smile at him.
âAgain?â he asks.
âAgain!â
Somehow, he manages to lift me up without pulling out. His hands support my legs as he carries me into my bedroom. He sits on the bed, swings his legs over, and lies down. Now Iâm straddling him.
âTurn around! Without getting off me,â he instructs.
I lift my legs and slowly turn around on his cock until Iâm facing him. I place my hands on his chest and bring my legs up so I can stand.
He cups my ass with his hands to help me. I start to move up and down slowly, adjusting to the new sensation.
âFaster,â he commands.
Now Iâm bouncing on his cock like a pogo stick. My knees should be getting tired by now, but theyâre not. I lean back slightly and start to circle my clit with my fingers as I ride him.
âThatâs it, cum for me, baby!â he encourages. âI want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock.â
His words send a shiver down my spine. The sound of him telling me what to do is incredibly hot. I stop riding him and focus on my clit, circling it faster until I let out a loud squeal and cum while still on top of him.
He holds my hips to keep me from falling over. Iâm so close to fainting.
I climb off him and lie next to him, my knees pulled up to my chest. Iâm still feeling aftershocks from my orgasm.
Heâs lying behind me, so close that I can feel the warmth radiating from his chest. His fingers trace a gentle path from my side, down to the curve of my ass, then back up to my breasts.
His touch is a balm, soothing away the memories of what Brian did to me. Iâve lost so much, yet in this moment, it feels like Iâve gained everything.
I let my eyes drift shut.