Chased by my Ex Husband

Grace

The intensity of his voice leaves me breathless.

What am I going to do with him?

I open my mouth and just breathe, his breath mingling with mine.

His hand sneaks down, slipping inside my hospital trousers and his fingers rub my folds-so wet and warm for him already.

"Tell me you are wet because you want a quick fuck and not because you desperately want me inside you." Two fingers slide between my entrance and his thumb rubs small circles on my clit, his eyes still staring into my soul, watching as my lips part and I moan at the sensation.

I still have a chance. I need to pull those fingers out of me, and replace them with his-

No.

I reach up, touching his face, feeling the warmth of his skin.

Yes.

"Tristin... "I whisper, pleasure hitting my body, making me shudder again.

He cuts me off with another kiss, this one softer, more tender.

Our clothes feel like a barrier, a separation that needs to be gone. Before I can register what I am doing, my hands are already working on his pants. I pop open the button, move the zipper low, and pull his pants down, to free his cock. Tristin curses over my lips, his fingers curling inside me, hitting the spot that makes me gasp with each thrust.

"You... "I whimper, softly grinding against his hand. "It's you, Tristin. "

Yes. I don't want another man's touch.

I want to do this because it's him.

It feels so good because it's him.

And the more I look at him, the more I realize that I am losing my mind again.

His eyes darken, and he pulls his hand away, leaving me whimpering for more. The next moment, he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my trousers and tugs them down my legs.

An animalistic urge takes over me as I kick those trousers away and my legs part, one hooking around his hip.

The tip of his cock slides over my entrance and we both moan in unison. This feels too good to be true.

He grips his cock, sliding it up and down my slit, slathering it with my juices. Over and over until-

"Tristin. "I cry out, bucking my hips for more when his lips swallow my words and silence me.

He continues to torture me, taking pleasure in the way I squirm for him to fill me. His lips stretch against mine, a smirk pulling at them.

I tug at his hair, whining against his mouth. His cock rubs so good between my sensitive folds, over my throbbing clit.

Tristin releases my mouth and nibbles on my neck, his hands eagerly unbuttoning my shirt to expose more of my skin to him.

I moan, forgetting where we are or how anyone can walk in on us dry humping each other like wild animals.

The thought pushes me over the edge. I come with a whimper, and my eyes close as pleasure washes over me in waves.

I am still so high and struggling to breathe when he murmurs against my ear. "I want to be inside you. Tell me yes. "

The tip of his cock presses into my aching, oversensitive entrance as my eyes fly open and meet the pair of lazy, lust-filled, blue eyes.

He is throbbing and waiting and it steals the rest of my heart. I push my hips down, taking a little of him inside me and his body stiffens as he grits his jaw. "Yes. "I breathe.

He slams inside me, filling me to the hilt. His hand lowers to my hip, pulling my leg more over him so he can drive himself deeper.

When we are finally skin-to-skin, when he is so deep inside me, the world outside this room disappears.

It's as if my senses are heightened, only tuned to his touch that sends jolts of electricity through my trembling body.

He pauses, looking down at me with

an intensity that steals my breath His forehead rests against mine, his hips softly rocking, never pulling out but only trying to push his cock deeper.

"This is not one sided. I refuse to believe that, Grace." He breathes, and stills, his eyes closing. "Tell me it's not. "

His cock throbs, bringing both a stinging pain and an intense pleasure that leaves me gasping.

I try to tell him that it's not one sided but Alma's face is lingering there and our past is a constant ghost chasing me down.

"Please. "And when he whispers, his voice soft, a little vulnerable...I forget about everything at once.

"No, Tristin." I wrap myself around him, seeking his warmth. " It's not...one sided."

One moment of stillness passes, and then he thrusts inside me, like a madman, a man after my soul.

I moan and scream and whimper with each wild thrust, but meet his pace, hold onto him, and ask him to go harder.

Tristin moves with reckless

abandon, his hands and lips

exploring every inch of my skin. He

whispers my name like a prayer, each syllable sending shivers down my spine. The way he looks at me,

with such raw emotion, makes my heart ache in the best way possible.

As we come together, it's like everything else fades away. There's no more doubt, no more hesitation. Just us, two souls finding comfort in each other.

It's not just about the physical connection, but something deeper, something that transcends words.

His cock is still inside me as I come down from the high and go limp in his strong arms.

He holds me, he pumps his cock

until I am full of his cum. I try to freak out. This is the second time have done this, without any protection and any plans...but no words come out of my mouth.

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For a long time, we just lie there, breathing heavily, riding the pleasure.

I rest my head on his chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart. It is a sound that soothes me, and chases away the worries threatening to gnaw at my guts again.

Tristin strokes my hair, his touch gentle and soothing. He presses a soft kiss to the top of my head, and I feel a warmth spread through me.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"I take this as an agreement that you are officially my woman now." He whispers, in the softest of voices.

A frown pulls between my brows, but I don't fight him. Can't risk it when he is still inside me.

"I let you go once. I am not doing that again. Tell me what makes you so wary of me and I will take care of it for you." He suggests. The gentle caress of his hands continues.

"I will take care of it...even if it's about my family, Little Butterfly. No one will ever... hurt you again."