Epilogue
One month later ...
When Jonas woke, the first thing that registered was Deanna’s curvy body draped on top of him. He smiled and took his hands on a slow, leisurely path over her shoulders and back, before they reached the plush cushion of her ass. Her bottom was a thing of beauty. He could spend hours kissing and fondling her there. Had, in fact.
He cupped her, filling his palms with smooth feminine flesh, then moved her a few inches to the left so that he could wriggle his cock between her thighs. He rubbed against her clit with his engorged tip, nudging and evoking a throaty little moan from her. Slowly, she started to move her hips, beginning a rhythmic rotating motion even in her sleep. Her cheek pressed against his chest, and one hand splayed wide directly over his heart. His sweet Deanna, so beautiful and giving, and yet she’d decided to fall in love with him. The thought made him want to shout out a vicious war cry.
Intent on loving her the only way he knew how, fiercely and with his whole heart, Jonas moved the wild mane of Deanna’s shiny, dark hair to one side and kissed her exposed cheek, savoring the taste of her satiny skin. Her eyes fluttered open and her tongue darted out, licking at her dry, swollen lips. He watched the emotions skitter across her face as she realized where she was and who she was with. When her smile came, easy and unforced, he breathed in relief. Some part of him was still afraid she’d wake up and regret loving him. He was just too fucking glad she didn’t.
“Good morning, Jonas,” Deanna mumbled, her voice hoarse from screaming out her climaxes from the night before. His sweet little kitty had been an eager participant in the games they’d played, which consisted of whipped cream, body oil, and a pair of fuzzy handcuffs.
“Good morning, kitten,” he said as he gently flipped her over so that he covered her with his body.
Her breath came out in a whoosh, and his smile turned devilish as he descended on her already-erect nipple. This morning he was beyond niceties; all he wanted was to be deep inside of her. He sucked her hard nipple into the wet cavern of his mouth, flicking back and forth with his tongue. She arched into him, giving him more, giving him whatever he craved. Jonas licked and bit, then used his hands to plump both breasts together so he could nuzzle his face against her cleavage. He leisurely made his way down her body, lapping and nibbling at her rib cage until he reached her belly, where he let his tongue dip into her little button. She pleaded with him, saying his name over and over.
“Mmm, pussy,” he growled as he reached her dark curls. “My favorite morning meal.”
He pushed her legs wide, then dipped his tongue into her hot opening. Deanna’s hands went to his hair, grasping handfuls and pushing his face against her farther. He sucked her clit, teasing it with his tongue. She vaulted up, coming and shouting his name in wild abandon.
Jonas lifted and sat back on his haunches. “Roll to your stomach, kitten,” he ordered. “Up on your hands and knees. I want you from behind this time.”
Deanna moaned and turned over, then pushed up on all fours. His cock thickened at the pretty sight. He moved behind her and, using his knee to spread her legs wider for his invasion, Jonas clutched her hips in one hand.
“Does this ass need a spanking?”
She whimpered and wiggled. “God, yes!”
Jonas quickly swatted her. He kept the strikes gentle at first, alternating between each buttock, then harder. She cried out as he spanked her with more force. Over and over, until her ass was good and pink from his hand. “Now that’s a pretty sight,” he murmured as he massaged the sting away. He dipped his hand between her ass cheeks and encountered her wet, swollen folds. “Damn, you’re soaked.”
Her pink vulva and pearly clit were completely visible in the early morning light. Jonas wanted to take the time to look at her, to fill himself with the beauty of her, but his dick had other ideas.
“Jonas, I need you,” she pleaded.
He took his cock in a tight fist and guided it to her entrance. One silky glide imbedded Jonas deep. When she moaned and reached between her legs, grasping his balls and beginning to squeeze and play, Jonas lost it.
He pulled all the way out, then thrust into her, impaling her in a mad rush for that one elusive thing that only Deanna
gave him. His body knew hers and his greedy cock craved her. Only her. Only Deanna. When her supple hips pushed backward, Jonas cursed.
“Harder, Jonas,” she cried. “Fuck me.”
“Hell yeah.”
He plunged into her, over and over, until his passion rocketed out of control. As he lowered his body over hers, caging her in, he kissed her neck, then sucked at the delicate skin, causing blood to rush to the surface.
“Another love bite?” she asked in a breathless voice.
“Yes,” he gritted out as he watched a slight bruise appear.
“That’s very naughty of you, Jonas.”
“You can spank me for it later,” he promised.
Reaching a rough, calloused hand beneath her, Jonas rubbed over her distended clit. “Is this my hot little pussy?”
“Y-yes, always,” she vowed.
She arched and clenched around him then, her sex cupping his dick like a hot little glove, and they both flew apart.