CHAPTER31
Needless to say, we spent the rest of that day fucking like bunnies; we couldn't seem to get enough of each other. My dick was seriously rubbed raw, and I had to give Butterfly a good soak in the Jacuzzi because she said her pussy was torn up. Of course, I had to bend her over the side and hit it again; my dick didn't have sense enough to stay down; he was like a heat-seeking missile all day and into the night. I felt that shit the next day, though; my shit was fucked but in a good way.
"Morning, sunshine." I rubbed my morning wood against her tight ass. Of course, I wasn't going to do anything; my poor dick needed a vacation; plus, as hard as I was, I knew if I fucked her again, I might do serious damage to myself, not to mention her. I never knew two people could fuck so much without some type of drug, damn, and my boy was still looking for more. I wonder if...
"Get away from me, you fiend." She scrunched up her neck where I was busy nibbling away.
"Who me you sure it's me or that snapper pussy?" She wiggled back against me, rubbing her ass against my dick and the poor sucker fell for it. Fuck it; there were worst things than a sore dick. I went back for more. Maybe we'd spend another day in bed, my family would understand, and if they didn't, who gives a fuck? I had my girl back. I had to make sure every motherfucker out there knew that, and I'd made a good start; I left my mark all over her body, her breast, her hips, and especially her neck, where it was sure to be visible unless she wore a turtleneck and I was gonna make sure she didn't, fuck that, I'd reclaimed what was mine. Now that things were settled, I was determined to plant a baby in her, as much of my seed that had spilled in her already, I'd say I had a good head start.
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My mom is a fucking saint.At every mealtime, I'd get a text telling me there was a tray of food waiting outside our door. Other than that, no one disturbed us; it was like getting room service in a hotel.
My girl and I pigged out on all kinds of shit, from fruit and cheese to steak and potatoes. I was glad as fuck to see my baby eating again; nothing like marathon sex to get your appetite back. I loved that fat ass of hers too much to see it disappear.
We played and laughed together, rolling around on the bed that we'd changed for the second time. I gave some thought to getting Rex but thought better of it; he didn't need to see his parents fucking hardcore.
Did I mention I like the new motherfucking us? I liked being able to let go without worrying that I was hurting her; far from it, she gave as good as she got; my baby is a freak.
We didn't discuss anything heavy; we left all that shit alone; as a matter of fact, I thought it might be a good idea not to discuss that fuckery in our bedroom. This was our sanctuary, our escape from the rest of the world; it belonged to only us. No one and nothing would be allowed to breach our haven.
Wow, I think Gage killed me, my legs were so weak I couldn't even attempt to walk, and my puss, forget about it. But everything hurt so good. He was a maniac, never seeming to get enough, not that I’m complaining; I was enjoying the hell out of this new us. This raw, animalistic passion, not that we weren't passionate before, it's just, this was different, this was more.
He'd left his mark on me, like this last time before he left me a listless lump on the bed before swaggering into the shower. He had every right to be cocky. He'd left me beyond satisfied. I smiled and hugged myself, happier than I'd ever been, secure in our love knowing that nothing would ever tear us apart.
We'd weathered the storm. We'd come out on the other side together intact. I wanted to shout it from the rooftop, but first, there was something I needed to do. I had to ask my love if he'd marry me.