Page 49 of Split You Open

“Wes,” Blair chokes out. “You’re so thick. Holy shit…”

She squirms and my eyes cross at the pleasure that shoots up my spine. I grip her hips to keep her from doing it again.

“There,” I tell her, though my voice is strained. “You have me. Now eat.”

“This isn’t what I⁠—”

“Eat and you’ll get more. But until then, you and I are just going to sit here.”

“You’re cruel.”

I chuckle before I correct her, “I’m taking care of you.”

With a huff Blair places the plate in her hands onto the bed before her and picks up the slice of pizza. As she tears into it, I snake my hand beneath my shirt that she’s wearing and slide my palm over her stomach, ribs and up until I cup her left breast.

“You feel so good wrapped around me, Blair,” I mutter into her ear as she eats.

“I bet I could make things feel better if you’d let me move.”

My body shakes with quiet amusement, but it stops when Blair tries to shift on my lap to create the friction we both desperately need. I choke on my groan. Rather than reply, I simply roll and tease her nipple. Bending down, I kiss along her neck as she eats. When I switch to toy with her right breast, I pause to warn her.

“Slow down, or you’ll choke.”

She sighs. “I want to choke… just not on pizza.”

My dick grows impossibly hard inside of her, and Blair laughs lightly.

“You know I want you, right?” I tell her between kisses. “But your well-being comes first and after a week and a half like the one you’ve had, you need tending to. Let me care for you, Blair.”

Through a mouth full of food she says, “I’m eating, aren’t I?”

“Drink some water.”

She grumbles her annoyance but chugs half the glass. Then, without me having to prompt her again, she finishes off the rest of the water. Slowly, the muscles in her back unwind as she grows full. Blair’s body relaxes back into me as she nears the end of her meal. Wrapped around me, her pussy grows wetter. I can feel her arousal dripping down around my balls and onto the sheets.

The minute she’s done eating, my self-restraint snaps.

I grab the plate and place it on the nightstand.

Then I rock forward, surprising Blair who lets out a yelps. It turns into a giggle as she lands on her stomach facing the end of the bed, with me on top. My shirt slides up her back exposing her delicious warm brown skin. I clock the vertebrae that I can see and make a mental note to make meals high in calories to help her regain some of her weight back.

Running my hand up her spine until I’m curved over her, I grip the back of her neck to keep her head down. My other hand grabs for a pillow to shove under her hips.

“Still need me?” I ask her as I pull my hips back.

She whines as inch by inch I pull out of her body.

“Yes, Wes! Please, I was good.”

“You were so good, baby girl.”

I thrust back inside of her. Blair cries out and pushes her hips back into my pelvis. We both groan.

“And good girls get rewarded,” I remind her.

Rather than thrust again, I roll my hips. The move adjusts my dick inside of her. The whiny cry Blair lets out tells me that she likes it. A lot. Keeping one hand on the back of her neck, I reach around with the other to toy with her clit.

Blair moans and tries to shimmy her hips but I press my body weight down so she can’t move.