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Dead of Wynter: Chapter 40

EVERETT

The way her pussy clamps down around my fingers only makes it harder to drag this out. As much as I want to deliver this part of her punishment, I don’t think I’m going to be able to because I need her so fucking badly.

Wynter is so on edge she’s panting, her chest rising and falling in harsh movements and she’s gripping the sheets beneath her so hard the sound of threads cracking fills the room.

“Are you close, little dove?” I ask as I increase the speed of my fingers. Her pussy looks so beautiful stretched around my fingers and I can’t wait to watch my cock sink into her tight heat.

“Yes, fuck…” she groans. “Fuck, Everett.”

“Do you want me to fuck you now?”

She nods against the pillows. She’s riding so high with both pleasure and frustration that she can’t find the words to speak.

“Beg,” I demand. If I can’t dish out the last of her punishment because we’re both so desperate we can barely breathe, I may as well make the most of it.

Wynter’s eyes widen at my request and her body stills. It’s only a moment, but fear flashes across her icy blue eyes and I almost abandon the whole plan. The words are on the tip of my tongue to tell her she doesn’t have to, that I’ll give it to her anyway, but then she opens her mouth.

“Please fuck me,” she murmurs. “I need you to fuck me.”

I groan at her words and take a deep breath to steady my racing heart. “Do you want my cock, little dove?”

“Yes. Please Everett.” My name falls from her lips like a prayer and it’s all the motivation I need. In what feels like the blink of an eye, I move to hover above her, my cock homing in on her pussy as soon as I’m in place.

I’m painfully aware of the fact she’s going to be tight as hell, and that I have to be wary about hurting her even though I want to fuck her so hard all she can feel is my cock. “I’m going to try to take it slow, little dove,” I tell her as I guide my cock up and down her soaking wet heat. Her pussy drips for me, calling for me to fuck her.

“I don’t want slow,” Wynter pants.

My eyes snap up to hers, searching for uncertainty but she just stares right back at me, her eyes telling me everything I need to know without her ever needing to open her pretty lips. Wynter needs this. She needs it hard, and dirty, and fast, just the same way I do. “Okay, little dove.” I nod once before turning my attention to my cock sliding through her folds. Fuck, she’s wet. So fucking ready for me. “I wasn’t able to administer as much of your punishment as I would have liked,” I admit and her eyes widen before I continue, notching my cock at her entrance but not entering her right away. “I wanted to hold you at the edge for as long as I could, wanted to draw out your pleasure for as long as I could restrain myself, but it turns out I couldn’t do that for very long at all.” I chuckle as I allow the first few inches of my cock to slide into her tightness.

We let out a collective moan, but it’s not the sound itself that makes me pause. The only word I can think to describe it is rapture. We spent so many years apart, both thinking we would never have this again, but as I allow myself to push another inch into her, the significance of the moment settles over me.

“You will come when I do, and not a moment sooner, do you understand?” I’m holding myself perfectly still, my eyes flicking from her face to where we meet as my cock aches to sink into her all the way, to bottom out in the paradise between her legs.

“I understand.” Wynter smiles, her eyes half lidded with the pleasure I’ve already given her as her pussy flutters around me, begging me to start fucking her like we both crave, but I’m already too on edge. Being here with her after spending so long on the sidelines of her life is surreal, and part of me is waiting to wake up from a dream. Because surely this isn’t real. Surely Wynter isn’t spread out below me waiting for me to fuck her.

Except, this is real life, and every moment that led us here seems almost irrelevant.

“Everett, please,” she moans, wrapping her legs around my back and trying to tug my hips forward.

I chuckle and shake my head. “Such a needy girl, aren’t you, little dove?” I drop down until our faces are just a breath apart. So close her breath whispers across my face each time she exhales, but far enough apart that we’re not touching. “But didn’t I tell you I would give you everything you need? Don’t you know I’ll always give you whatever it is your body craves, just not on your schedule?”

Wynter draws her bottom lip between her teeth and nods. She looks so fucking beautiful spread out beneath me, her hair forming a halo on the pillow, her eyes watching every move I make, and her lips, fuck me her perfect pouty lips switch between being trapped between her teeth and dropping open in need.

Unable to keep myself still any longer, I slam my hips forward until I’m buried so deep in her sweet cunt she’s all I can feel. Wynter screams as I bottom out inside her, the invasion bringing tears of pleasure to her eyes. Fuck, she’s so beautiful when she cries for me.

“Oh fuck,” Wynter whines, her hips lifting from the mattress, but I keep us planted where we are. I need a minute to get ahold of myself so I don’t come the minute I start thrusting, no matter how tempting it is. There’s something primal inside me that begs to fill her with my cum, to claim her in the most basic way, but I want to savor every single moment.

“Your pussy is clamping down on me so tight, little dove,” I tell her.

“Please,” she begs. “Fuck, Everett, please move, please fuck me.”

I groan and close my eyes for a second to get control of the tingling at the base of my spine. I’m not going to last. It doesn’t matter how badly I want to drag this out, I may not have a say in the matter the way things are going.

“You’re so pretty when you beg, Wynter.” I draw my hips back and surge forward again, and a predatory groan tears from my throat. The sound so foreign it’s barely human. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I growl through clenched teeth as I start a steady rhythm.

She’s so tight and her pussy clamps down on me every time my cock brushes along her G-spot, so naturally I angle my hips to make sure I hit it every time.

Wynter brings her hands up to cup my face, and I find myself lost in the look in her eyes. Pure ecstasy and love linger in her gaze and it makes it all the more difficult to keep my thrusts measured and even.

She’s close, it’s obvious in the way her cunt flutters around me, her inner muscles dancing along my length, but I want to draw it out a little longer.

“Rub your clit for me, Wynter,” I order. She’s already on the edge of climax, but I want her fucking desperate.

Her small hand slips between us and immediately starts rubbing measured circles into the oversensitive bundle of nerves, causing her pussy to tighten around me even farther, almost dragging me off the cliff I’m barely balancing on.

“I can’t,” Wynter whimpers. “It’s too much, I can’t.” Her head thrashes from side to side as tears pool in the corners of her eyes.

“Of course you can, little dove. Do you know why?”

She shakes her head, her hand still moving between us despite how overwhelmed with pleasure she is.

“Because I told you to.”

Her eyes flare with a mixture of heat and defiance, but she wouldn’t disobey me, not about this. Wynter may not have been in the scene for very long, but she knows exactly how important it is to follow orders.

“Isn’t that right, little dove?” I coax.

There’s a pause where I think maybe I have her pegged wrong, that maybe she won’t jump whenever I tell her to, but then a strangled moan escapes her throat and she nods. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” I smile down at her. One of her palms still rests on my cheek and I can’t help but lean into the warmth.

Being here with Wynter, being inside her after dreaming of this moment for so many years, it’s almost like it’s a fantasy, like any moment now I’m going to wake up and my cock will be in my hand, not in the woman I love.

A long whine claws its way from Wynter’s lips, her eyes squeezing shut for the slightest of seconds as she tries to hold on to her control.

“That’s it, dove, hold it for me. I know you want to come so badly, and you will, just wait a little longer.”

Her eyes meet mine again and my strokes falter. The number of times I’ve been lost in her eyes in the years I’ve known her, even when I was living on the sidelines of her life, is countless, but the way she’s looking at me right now, the love and trust in her gaze, it threatens to drag me over into the oblivion waiting for us both.

I’m not going to last much longer, it’s been too many years since I’ve been buried inside my woman, and my cock knows exactly where it is. It’s home.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me, Wynter. This pussy is a fucking national treasure,” I groan, my rhythm speeding up slightly as I bring us both closer to the abyss.

“Fuck, Everett,” she moans.

“Are you ready to come?”

“Yes, so fucking ready.”

I chuckle. She’s the only person who can make me laugh when I’m balls deep inside them, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. “Good girl.”

“Please,” Wynter pants. “Please, I need to come.”

A wicked smile tugs at my lips and I reposition myself slightly to bring one of my hands to her cheek, mirroring hers on mine. The moment is intimate, more so than anything I’ve experienced, and it’s almost overwhelming. Having her in my arms, safe, finally mine again, it’s too much.

The tingling in the base of my spine passes the point of no return, and it will only be a matter of seconds before I’m filling her with my cum. “Come for me, Wynter,” I command.

She shatters beneath me, her entire body tightening, her pussy clamping down on me so hard I can barely move through the fluttering muscles, and then she’s writhing beneath me, shaking from the force of the pleasure rolling through her.

“That’s it, little dove. I want it all. Give me every last drop of your pleasure,” I growl through clenched teeth. “I’m going to fill your cunt so often you’re going to smell like my cum and no man is ever going to come near you because they’ll know you’re mine.” I grunt the words as I lose all rhythm, rutting in and out of her, chasing my own bliss as she comes apart under me. The moment I fly over the edge white light flashes across my vision and my entire body stills for the briefest of moments before I start thrusting with wild abandon.

Hot ropes of cum fill her, and it snaps something inside me. The tether I’ve held on to for all these years, the one I’ve forced myself to hold since the day we met tears in half, and all I can think about is claiming her in every single way she’ll let me, and maybe even then some.

I collapse above her, holding my weight just enough not to crush her while we both fight to catch our breaths, but I make no move to pull out because I’m not ready to leave her warmth. There are words I should say, things I need to admit, but instead I roll us both until she’s sprawled across my chest, exactly where she’s meant to be.


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