She stalls on that last word, but it doesn’t matter. As a man, I can’t help but hear the meaning in her silence.
“He fucking thought he could have you.”
I finish for her. That point is moot, but if that fucker even salivates on a fantasy of her, I’ll know, and he’ll be wearing his dick as a hemorrhoid.
“There is one good thing.” A flicker of hope twinkles behind her eyes. “Angela, my roommate.” She meets my eyes. “She didn’t know anything about it. She may be a horrible person, maybe even a lost cause, I don’t know, but she’s not evil. When I came back through the door and started yelling at Cruzer, asking him what the hell he was up to, he said she didn’t even know, had no idea. That he was just keeping her happy to stay close to me.” She shakes her head, the memory coming back fresh, and it breaks my heart. “I ran out again and down the hall, but he followed me. Dragged me back in. That’s when you came through the door like the Lone Ranger.”
A soft giggle passes her lips, and I can’t take it anymore.
“Kick. Baby. You gotta trust me, right now. Two things are about to happen. Your clothes are getting torn off that magnificent body, and my dick is going into that cunt. I’ve never been so goddamn hard, and I’m going to lose my fucking mind if I’m not inside you in the next few seconds.”
“You may be hard.” Her hands move slowly up and around my neck. Her eyes turn darker, and that smoky vixen behind the Kewpie doll emerges. “But I’m so wet, I’m like a slip and slide between my legs.”
I’m done. There are no more words. Two seconds later, she’s naked and on all fours on her bed, with me right behind her.
“Ouch, Jesus...that’s too much.”
“Just breathe, so fucking deep. I want to be inside every part of you. Do you understand how that feels for me? To want to be part of you in every fucking way. Just take it, breathe and feel me.”
I withdraw a few inches. She’s taking nearly all of me, and in this position, I know that’s tough.
I slide forward, giving her time to adjust herself, because it’s going to be my balls slick and stuck to her pussy lips in a few seconds. I want them dripping with her, want to hear them slapping wet and fast against her flesh. The filthy sounds of two people turning into one. Something I’ve never thought about before, but now I can’t fucking stop.
Her pleasured moans turn to high-pitched whimpers as I set myself nearly to the base. I’ve never felt anything more beautiful. Taking this last bit of her, slow and as deep as her body can accept, is like the final signal of my ownership.
“That’s it, shh, just a little more. Breathe. Your pussy is owning my ass. You’re never getting rid of me. You know that, don’t you? You run, I’ll chase you down a thousand times and drag you right back. No way am I ever living without this...without you. Not again. Not for a minute.”
She yelps at my words, and the last inch sinks into her, her walls nearly choking the base of my dick until it hurts.
I reach down and around, start to strum the tight hole of her ass with my thumb.
“I’ll be in here soon. There’s no part of you that won’t take me. No part of you I won’t know. You get that, don’t you?”
With a gentle push, my thumb is inside, and I draw back and start fucking into her faster.
Her hips meet my strokes, matching my rhythm as her body undulates, throwing her head back against her neck before letting it hang down between her shoulders. Then her arms give way and she falls forward onto her elbows, but it is the most beautiful position I have ever seen: ass high, back arched, face planted on the mattress as she gives every part of herself to me.
The slick juices from her pussy cover my dick. I look down to watch her opening sucking and giving as my thickness stretches her. The sight of her body drawing me in then releasing me, as more and more of her arousal coats me, sends me nearly to the brink.
But my rules stand.
She comes first.
Or even better, we come together. But never will I take my release before hers. Never.
With another push, my thumb goes inside her ass to the first knuckle, her tight ring of muscle squeezing hard, and I imagine taking her here with my dick someday, and I have to draw a deep breath to hold myself back.
I reach under her with my other hand, my chest coming down onto her back as I attack her clit with my fingers.
“Come on my cock. I want to feel that right now. I need it.”
My hips move like a storm, my thumb inside her and my other fingers working her cunt. I’ve never been in so many places I want to be all at once until now. They say, when you die, you do whatever you were doing at that moment forever.
If it didn’t mean I would leave her, I’d fucking do anything to go right now. Living in this moment forever with her would be a kind of heaven I could accept.
She goes out on a wail, and I lose it. I’ve never screamed when I’ve come before, but she’s turning me into her bitch. I let out a feral roar, and my body starts to shake. Then I drive as deep into her gushing cunt as she can take, feeling her cervix against me as I blow my load.
She drenches me then, and her ass undulates around my thumb. Her hips convulse, and we both come so hard and so long that I lose track of even where we fucking are for a few minutes.
When I finally connect back to reality, I slowly withdraw as she releases a long, grateful sigh before collapsing onto the bed, with me crawling on top of her. My elbows locked, on my knees, looking down at the most beautiful face God ever created, I can’t believe my luck. This is the face I will wake up to for the rest of my life.
“You need to tell me,” I say on a hard breath. My body aches from the force of my release, covered in a sheen of sweat that spreads and cools as her hands come up to stroke up and down my arms.
“About what?” The question in her eyes matches the confusion on her face.
“About what size your finger is. About who you want to invite to the wedding. About just how many kids you want? Where we will go on our honeymoon?” With each word, her green eyes sparkle and widen.
“Are you assuming I would marry you?” She toys, but her plump lips give away her tell. She’s all about yes to my sideways proposal.
“How about a wager? I win, you marry me. You win, you marry me. I’m all about win/win these days. I’m a changed man, it seems.”
The lightness of her laughter is matched by the brush of her fingers on my shoulder.
“Lincoln Kirk, I accept your bet and raise you a—”
Just then, the sound of a text message coming in on both our phones rings in the small space of the apartment. We look at each other.
“Who would be texting us both?” She looks toward the table where her bag sits and her phone right beside it.
I shrug. “I have no idea.”