“I have everything to gain,” I tell him, hushing him by placing my index finger over his lips. “I love you, Magnus, and I don’t care about the rest. I don’t care that you’re my stepfather, and I don’t care if the whole world hates us both. I can survive all that… as long as you’re with me.”
“I’ll always be with you. If you’ll have me, Penny, I’ll never leave. Never,” he tells me, and I believe each and every one of his words. Unlike my own mother, Magnus is a man who lives and dies by his words. And, God forgive me, I’ve really fallen in love with him. And if I can’t trust the man I love, I can’t trust anyone.
“I love you, Magnus,” I repeat, smiling at him and, just for a moment, forgetting about the storm raging around us both. My mother and Laurel Trask are just a whisper in the wind, political intrigue just a faint backdrop; right now, the only thing that’s real is the man in front of me.
“I love you too, Penny,” he tells me, and my fate is sealed just like that. Three words—I love you—and both our fates become intertwined for all existence.
Whatever comes, we’ll face it together.
As friends and lovers.
As a family.
Penny
Magnus loves me. I love him. The only thing more perfect than that is how we’re losing each other in this kiss. I whimper when his lips are away from mine for a second. It damages my soul to not have him pressed against me. I back him against the wall, press my lips to his, stroke my hands up and down his body. Cup his face. Bring my hands back down and place them over his crotch.
Magnus’s hands never leave my hair, tangled up in holding me tight to him. There’s an aching urgency between us that seems to be an invisible thread holding us together. One we can't allow to break.
Placing his hands on my shoulders, he pulls the straps of my dress down, and the fabric droops over my breasts. I feel my nipples hardening against the cups of my bra, aching for release; reading my mind, Magnus allows his fingers to slide to my back and, with a simple flick, he unclasps my bra.
I tremble slightly as he yanks it off of my body, the cool air of the room lapping at my hard nipples; then I just sway my hips from side to side, forcing my dress to float down my body and fall around my ankles. I step out of it slowly, my eyes never leaving Magnus’, and then I reach for him with a purr.
My fingers work fast, undoing the knot on his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. I flatten the open palm of my hands against the hard outline of his pectorals, my fingers trailing down to feel the grooves between his rock hard abs, and I feel my pussy turning into a wet mess. My thong is sticking to my skin uncomfortably, and I ache to be completely naked and at his mercy.
He feels the same.
Pushing me back against the wall, he hooks his fingers on the string of thong that laces my outer thigh and yanks; there’s a ripping sound and then the thong just slides off my body, my insides clenching as it happens.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growls, his eyes roaming over my naked body. I grin at him and, biting on my lower lip, I reach for his belt and unbuckle it. I feel his cock straining against his pants, and I can’t wait to set it free. I pull his zipper down with trembling fingers, his cock tenting up his boxer briefs, and then I just move as fast as I can; I hook my fingers on his boxers and tug, sending his pants and underwear down to his ankles.
His cock springs free at once, pulsing with the kind of raw intensity Magnus always has, and there are a few drops of pre-cum glistening on its tip.
“You’re mine,” he whispers as he kicks off his shoes and then steps out of his pants and boxers. Moving so fast he becomes a blur, he presses his naked body against mine and kisses me.
His mouth on mine is more home than anything I've ever known. The taste of his breath, the hum of his moans into my mouth. Him still cradling my head as I'm climbing him against this wall, climbing him like I'm a spider with eight legs instead of just my two hands, my two legs...there's an urgency that we have every time we touch, and if I'm being honest I don't think that urgency is ever going to die.
The hands gripping my hair trail down my spine and grasp my ass with both hands, lifting me up so that my pussy is lined up with his cock. Magnus is harder than perhaps I've ever felt him. That's really saying something with the massive cock he has! I'm grinding my pussy against it, running it up and down my folds, and I'm getting just damned hungry for it. That's the only way to describe it. We're in love and I'm in love with that massive cock. I know exactly what it is going to feel like when I glide down on its full length.
I line my entrance up to his cock now, shivering with my need. Magnus is holding me but doesn't impale me with the same force that he normally would. In fact, he's still letting me be in charge...and I'm happy to be able to ride him as long as I can on that massive cock. His hands are gripping me so tight, but I'm in the driver's seat.
Pulling back from our kiss, my lips bruised from how hard we were kissing, I take in the gorgeous sight of his face. His eyes are so full of emotion that something breaks in my chest, something tense that I didn't know was there. I've never been so happy in
my life as I am to see him look at me with love. Adoration, and love. I feel the same. I'm probably going to drool if I look at his perfect face any longer. I mean, I've never seen anyone as painfully handsome as him. The kind of pain that makes your pussy throb...yeah, I slide down on his cock, biting on my lower lip but keeping my eyes locked with his. I can't help but suck in a breath when the enormous head is inside my pussy. Magnus feels so good inside me. I let myself breathe, I take in the sight of his eyes narrowing because he's regarding me with lust, eyes hooded subconsciously and a fire flickering through them the dark orbs of his gaze. Looking at his face could be enough to make me cum. I can't help but shiver just watching him, watching me. I feel my pussy stretching, filling up with him. Slowly, teasingly slow, I lower my body onto his cock.
I see the power struggle in his eyes. Magnus has slammed so deep into me so many times and I know muscle memory alone wants to take over. That dominant, possessive vein that courses the hot blood through his body.
But right now he's along for my ride.
Of course, going slow is a delicious agony for me too. I need to feel his cock so deep inside me I can't breathe. I'm inhaling and exhaling slowly as it is. I focus and take deep breaths because the sensation of his cock filling me up is so much more intense then. The erotic pressure building in my stomach burns hot in my blood, my nerve endings tingling through my body. My legs shake—and he's not even all the way in me yet. I need him so damn bad, but I'm going so slow. I feel my pussy drip down his cock beneath me where I haven't fully swallowed him up yet.
Magnus moans, a needy sound. His fingers grip my ass harder but he uses what I imagine is all the willpower he can muster to not slam me all the way down on his cock. "Are you trying to kill me?" he asks in a breathier voice than he normally has, the tone huskier than normal, too.
"I'm stopping time so you're inside me forever," I say before I think about my words. That's the truth though. I'm taking a snapshot in time of him telling me he loves me, me telling him the same, and then consummating our love in a way that's so different from all the other times we fucked.
Yeah, I'm that girl right now. I'm so fine with being that girl right now. I'm the girl that's making love, fucking sweet and sassy and all that jazz instead of just fucking like the filthy animals we are.
Don't get me wrong, I fully intend to bring the filth.