“How could you?” he says with a shrug and a smile. “Don’t worry about it.”
There’s a silence as I take another sip of my smoothie. But then, out of nowhere, a thought springs into my mind.
“Well, hey, we’ve got one thing in common. We both know what it’s like to lose a parent.” I smile as Titus looks up at me, slightly flabbergasted. “I’ve still got my dad, but I did lose my mom.”
Seconds later, we’re both laughing. He’s so dreamy. I just want to fall into his being and never be away from him.
I lean against him and curl up beneath his arm, which he instantly wraps around me like a weighted blanket, pulling me tight and holding me like he’ll never let go. His corded muscles are works of art and contain me with just the right amount of strength that the rest of the world simply melts away.
This is where I exist. This is where I belong.
And then I see it: a long scar among his bicep that looks like nothing I’ve ever seen. Without thinking, I reach out with one hand and trace the full line of it with my finger.
“Sniper round,” Titus says. “Almost took off my arm and my buddy Shane’s foot. Gotta thank the wind for saving our asses that day.”
“Is it…bad that I find it sexy?” I ask him hesitantly.
I take a sip of my smoothie that almost finishes it, giving him the most innocent eyes I can, but from the look I get back from Titus, they’re not fooling him at all.
He grins down at me and shakes his head. “You little minx,” he chuckles, slipping a hand down into the waistline of my jeans. “Yes, itisbad. And now I’m going to punish you.”
Suddenly, I’m on my stomach on the couch and Titus has his hands on my hips. He lifts them hard and tugs so my butt is in the air, then spanks me hard, so hard that it stings and I let out a tiny little yelp, which seems to please him.
It pleases me too…
“I’m sorry, sir,” I whimper. “Youcanpunish me.”
“Oh, I need your permission to punish you?” he asks as he unbuttons my jeans and tugs them down over my hips. I moan back at his words. It’s all I can do as he quickly undresses me, stripping me down until I’m in nothing but my panties, which he pulls aside to fully expose me.
“Your tiny little pussy wants this, doesn’t it?” he asks. I can only nod back in response, I’m so taken by him. “I’m going to milk my cock with your tight little hole and fill you up again, you sweet little minx.
I see his T-shirt hit the ground and hear the sound of his belt buckle and then his zipper. Then I feel the weight of his hard cock as he rests it on my lower back. I try to prepare myself for what’s to come, but I’m unable to.
My entire body spasms as he thrusts his monster into me. I cry out into the couch cushions as that first snap of pain courses through me. I was expecting it. But unlike our first time, it’s gone almost immediately. And then, I’m overwhelmed.
His hands grip my hips as he begins to punish me, but this is a punishment I could endure all day and all night. He’s holding me in place with such force I can’t even move. All I can do is kneel for him with my back arched and take his pounding.
Pleasure tears through me. This is what I was built for. This is what I’m meant to do—pleasure him. Just knowing that drives my own pleasure higher and higher, and before I know it, my orgasm is seizing me like a bolt of electricity. Every muscle in my body seizes up. I cry out his name.
“Titus!”
His warm cum splashes up into my body, enhancing my orgasm. It’s absolute heaven, just like last time. I clamp down around his girth, sucking out all of his seed, making sure every last drop ends up deep within me.
That’s where it belongs.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Titus growls, praising me with a hard spank. I can hardly take all of this and groan out all my pleasure and love into the pillow. “Youaremy girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” I cry out. “I’m yours.”
Crushing me down with his body, Titus pins me to the couch beneath him. He kisses me just behind the ear with such delicacy compared to the way he was pounding me a moment ago that it’s almost hard to believe the kiss is coming from the same man.
“And you love me, don’t you?” he asks. The question shocks me. I’m still recovering from what he just did to me. The aftershocks of my orgasm are still flowing through me like waves gently hitting the beach. But before I can answer, he threads his fingers through my hair and turns my head to his, forcing me to gaze into his deep, brown eyes that seem to stare directly into my soul. “Because I loveyou, Lucy. With all my heart. And I think you know that.”
His words level me. My jaw falls open, and I feel the tears beginning to well up in my eyes. I wasnotexpecting that—not right now. It’s so out of the blue, but despite that, Idoknow. I feel as if I’ve known for some time now.
And I know something else too. Something that comes from deep inside my chest…deep down in my stomach.
I nod. “Yes,” I say softly. “I do, Titus. And I love you too.”