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Chloe

I don’t have any time to catch my breath. As soon as my orgasm – an orgasm that stole all the air from my lungs – subsides, Dax is on me. One of his hands softly caresses my cheek, wiping away tears that I didn’t realize I had shed. The other slides up between my thighs.

His touch around my pussy is gentle. I’m in awe that such a large, strong man could handle me with such care. Even though I knew that he was kind, I didn’t realize just how far that kindness extended.

Guilt threatens to creep back in, but then his fingers slide inside my opening again, and my brain goes blank. Now isn’t the time for thinking. I’ll have plenty of time to work myself into a tizzy after Dax finishes doing whatever he wants to me.

He scissors his fingers inside of my wetness, making a pleased sound against my mouth. My hips push up against his palm without my permission. Even though I just came, I’m already longing for more.

I didn’t think I’d be so insatiable when it came to things like this, but I’m not surprised. Something about Dax makes me defy even my own expectations. I mean, I threw out my entire moral compass because I had to have him. Of course I’d want all the pleasure he’s willing to give me.

“I think you’re ready,” he says when he pulls away from me.

“Huh?” I ask, propping myself up on my elbows to chase his lips.

I don’t catch him, but it doesn’t register as a problem. The sight in front of me more than makes up for it.

Dax is throwing his shirt to the side, revealing the perfectly sculpted abs that I’ve only seen from afar. My fingers twitch in the bedsheets, longing to reach out and touch him, to feel the power of his body under my palms. I know he’d let me if I asked.

Before I’m able to touch him, his hands are at his belt buckle. The sound of it coming undone makes me squirm. I know what’s coming next, and my body cries out for it. It’s the only part of him I haven’t seen, and my heart pounds with anticipation.

His jeans fall to the floor with a dull thud, and his cock springs out of his boxers. My mouth waters at the sight of it, hard, veiny, and leaking. He’s so big that I have no idea how he’s going to fit, but I don’t care. I need him inside of me, and I trust him to make it work.

“You’re huge,” I blurt, unable to stop the words from escaping. Embarrassment threatens to take over, but Dax growls.

“It’s almost like you know just what to say,” he says as he crawls onto the bed between my legs, shifting us up to the headboard. “You’re killing me here, Chloe.”

Those words are all the warning I get before he’s plunging his thick cock inside of me. He’s thick, but somehow my body accommodates him. It’s like I’m opening up specifically for him. His member is the key to unlocking my unrestrained pleasure.

“Fuck,” he curses, the word crisp coming from his lips. He continues pressing inside, only stopping when he’s fully sheathed in my pussy. “I can’t believe how tight you are. It’s like you’re strangling my cock.”

I want to ask if that’s a good thing, but I can’t seem to find the words. The only thing I’m able to do is moan pathetically. Although, judging from the way that he’s panting and fucking me shallowly, I can only guess that I’m making him feel very good.

As Dax’s thrusts start to pick up in pace, he shifts his hands on the bed, lifting himself up slightly. Like this, I’m able to see his face perfectly. I watch as pleasure washes over his features, and I’m unable to stop myself from reaching out to smooth the furrow of his brow.

“Shit, Chloe,” he says before leaning down to kiss me again.

As his tongue is asking for entry, the motion of his hips gets more insistent. His pace, which started steady and gentle, slowly becomes brutal and punishing. The more unrestrained he gets, the more turned on I feel.

I wonder if that horrible niggling guilt in the back of my mind has anything to do with my arousal.

Maybe I deserve to be fucked hard and fast, to be used by Dax for his own pleasure – to have mine disregarded.

That can’t be the case, though; as soon as guilt creeps into my mind, it’s promptly replaced by elation at the fact of this gorgeous man’s muscular body on top of mine.

I attempt to kiss him back with all I’ve got. My words might be failing me at the moment, but I can use my actions to tell him how much I like this. It doesn’t matter how sloppy and inexperienced I am. I want to do anything to clue him into the fact that my obsession is morphing into love.

This is better than all of the times I’ve imagined. As he rails me, his free hand is roaming up and down my body. He tweaks my nipples and caresses my neck, turning this into a full body experience. I have goosebumps everywhere, and I can feel my arousal in every single nerve ending.

“Mm, Dax,” I moan against his lips, saying the only word I know right now.

“I know, sweetheart,” he says, voice strained with lust. “I’m making you feel so good, aren’t I?”

“Uh huh,” I manage to agree after a few seconds, though I don’t think he was actually expecting an answer out of me.

“Can’t believe I found you,” he says, his head dropping down to the crux between my neck and shoulder. “Feels like I’ve been waiting for you forever.”

This time, I feel the tears spring to my eyes. Dax likes me. I’m not just some random hookup, someone he picked out of convenience. He thinks I’m his future, the same way I know he’s mine. I swallow harshly, willing those emotions to stay away – at least until we’re finished here.

Dax peppers kisses along my collarbone, his gentleness a stark contrast from the way he’s drilling into me unapologetically. My head spins, and I gulp down air. I know that my orgasm is close, approaching me like a freight train, but I want this moment to last forever.

“You have no idea the things you do to me,” Dax whispers in my ear, his hot breath causing me to shudder all the way down to my core. “I was hard just watching you work, It was all I could do not to drag you away and do this to you.”

“Dax,” I groan, bringing my hands up to caress the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his short, brown hair.

“I know,” he soothes again, nipping at my earlobe. “I’m insatiable. I can’t help it, though. You’re just so goddamn perfect.”

“Dax,” I say again. Then again. And again.

I can’t stop saying his name as I hold onto him for dear life. I’m wrecked, only being kept steady by Dax’s presence. He looks at me like he knows he’s the only thing keeping me tethered.

“Are you getting close again?” he asks, even though I can tell he already knows the answer. “Feels like you’re getting close, Chloe. Am I going to make you cum again?”

I try to say yes, but I can’t. All I’m able to give him is a pathetic, choked off noise. He chuckles before changing the angle of his hips in response.

The kind of pleasure he gives me feels overwhelming. I feel like I might implode on myself. I’m clenching around his length and mindlessly digging my nails into his skin. It won’t take much to push me over the line, and it’s clear that Dax can tell.

His hand drifts away from my nipple, the flat of his palm dragging down my abdomen. I jerk upward when his fingertips brush my clit. Electric shocks of delight spread through me, and I feel myself going over the edge.

“Dax, Dax, Dax,” I chant, bucking my hips up against him.

Blood rushes in my ears, blocking out the encouragement I can tell that he’s murmuring to me.

He works me through my climax, continuing to rub my clit as he pumps his hips in and out of me.

His pace is still brutal and punishing, and I’m teetering on the edge of overstimulation.

I think I love it, even though I can feel the pleasure morphing into pain.

“Feel so good,” I hear Dax saying as my hearing starts to come back. “You feel so good, Chloe. I’m getting close, gonna cum. Gonna fill you up and make you mine.”

A few strokes later, I’m filled up even further. His seed shoots into me, his cock pressed up against my cervix. A wild, almost feral part of me wants him to get me pregnant. I wonder if this will take, if I’ll be lucky enough to grow a part of him inside of me for nine months.

When his orgasm subsides, he pulls out, leaning over to kiss me on the forehead. His gaze is soft, and it makes something in my chest ache. The afterglow of my orgasm doesn’t get a chance to set in, though. All I feel is growing anxiety.

I doubt he’d look at me like that if he knew I’d already been here.

Actually, I’m positive he’d kick me out.

If I want to save myself from that humiliation, I need to get out of here before he has a chance to learn who I really am – an orphan with a sick obsession with a firefighter she saw years ago.

I really thought I could hide that part of myself from him, but now that we’ve been intimate, now that I know what real intimacy means, I know the truth will have to come out eventually.

There’s no way I’d be able to hide something that important for long, and the closer we get, the worse it will be when he does find out.

“You okay?” Dax asks, cupping my face and forcing me to look him in the eyes.

His concern only makes me feel worse, but I don’t let it show on my face. Instead, I plaster on a smile and say, “I’m okay. Just tired.”

“Sleep,” he tells me, shifting onto his back and pulling me onto his chest. “I’ll make dinner when we wake up.”

I allow myself to be held, but sleep doesn’t come.

I won’t let it. I need to enjoy these last few moment with Dax before I leave his life for good.

And by “for good”, I mean just that. I’ll quit my job and leave the group home.

I can’t trust myself to be in the same city as him. I’d just go back to my old ways.

So, when his breathing finally evens out, I carefully extract myself from his chest. My heart is heavy as I slowly get dressed, careful not to make any noise. Then, with one last look at him, I slip out of his home – the home I’ve always dreamed about being invited into.

I just hope he can forgive me.