Laughing, I remind him. “It’s Saturday.”
“I know,” he says, his cock already rising against my center. “Call in sick for Monday and Tuesday and–fuck it. The entire week. You’re gonna be busy.”
He peels me off him and tosses me on the bed, stepping out of his sweats to reveal one of my favorite sights: the monster in the morning. Foreskin still covering his head, cock partially hard, he begins stroking himself as I tug off my shirt and shimmy out of my pants, throwing them onto the floor easily.
“I told you I’d get snipped for us. You don’t have to put those chemicals in your body.”
I nod. “I know, but this made the surprise much easier.”
“I gotta admit,” he says, his thumb and forefinger pulling back his skin, revealing the wide, glistening cap of his cock. “I kinda thought that was gonna be like a pregnancy test or some shit.”
I laugh heartily at that as I tug my ponytail free. Atticus loves grabbing my hair, and I love grabbing his.
“It could never have been that,” I say, nuzzling back down into the pillows as he slowly stalks over me on his knees and elbows. The monster is alive and rearing his head, and I love the weight of it dragging across my body as he kisses my lips.
Our tongues tangle, and so do our moans. “You’ve never even cum inside me.”
He sinks his teeth into my breast, sucking and biting my nipple.
“And I don’t even know if I want to be a mom.”
His hot, hard cock rests on my pubic bone as he uses his forearms to hover above me.
“My Mom always told me my life was a daily reminder of her mortality. That every milestone I passed as a child or even teenager was just another reminder that her life was on a downhill slope. So becoming a mother has always felt like signing a death certificate. And being a daughter has always been something I felt immense guilt over.”
The way his cock stays hard during my speech is a testament to his love, I swear. He reaches down, and just the motion of him between us gets me so excited.
“Watching your shoulder flex is to Pavlov’s dog what the bell is. When I see it torque, I know you’re about to fuck me, and I get so,so turned on.”
He groans, his eyes flicking between mine. Sinking in slowly, he holds my gaze as I add, “and, oh yeah, oh my god, yes,” I moan, overwhelmed by the sudden fullness. “And, and,” I force myself to stay focused, “I’d want to be married or at least engaged before kids anyway.”
Pushing all the way inside, my eyes flutter closed. He’s bare, and it feels like fucking heaven. “Oh my god, you feel so good,” I moan. I open my eyes to see the dark expression he gets when he’s balls deep, but my brows pull together when I don’t see it. Instead, his eyes are open wide as his hips saw between my spread legs, slow and deliberate.
“Is that right?” he questions, his voice smokier than ever. “Fuck, baby, this bare pussy is so silky and tight.” He strokes in and out a few more times, and my stomach coils tight as my orgasm begins curling my toes.
“Yeah,” I moan, in response to both his question and his cock spearing pleasure into me with each slow drive forward. When he reaches down again, I get lost in the flex of his shoulder, not wondering what he’s reaching for since he’s already inside me. When his finger doesn’t slide into my ass, I lift my head from the pillows.
Before I can get a look, he takes my mouth in an aggressive kiss, spearing his tongue into me until he pops off, leaving something in my mouth.
I take my hand from the top of his shoulder—my favorite place to touch him when he fucks me–and bring it to my mouth.
Oh my god. Before I pull it off my tongue, I know what it is.
“Oh my god,” I say as the spit-covered diamond ring slides down my index finger.
“Wrong finger,” he groans, still fucking me but slow enough so that we both focus on the ring on my finger. I take it off and slide it down my ring finger, and… it’s a perfect fit.
“Oh my god,” I pant again, but this time, it’s a dual OMG. Because my lower half is not involved in what’s happening north of the border, and she’s ready to tame the monster.
“I’m gonna cum,” I tell him before I can even say yes. But then, as he pins my wrists above my head and seals his mouth to my tit, sucking me hard. He fucks me so fast I can’t help but beg to come and answer him, all in one.
“Yes, Atti, yes, yes,yes, yes,” I moan like an actual maniac because I can’t stop saying it. I topple off the edge, my wrists delightfully burning, my heart so fucking full. Maybe even as full as my pussy.
Atticus brings his face up to mine, leaving my nipple throbbing and wet from his loving sucks. “Yes,” he pants into my open mouth, stilling his monstrous hips as soon as he’s as deep as he can get. Holding himself there, our eyes idle as his release pulses out of him, throb after aching throb. Warmth wiggles through me in a way I’ve never felt. His cock flexes and swells as each powerful shot fills me, and our eyes hold the entire time.
“Yes,” I pant as he empties the last of his cum inside me, the first for us both. “So good.”
He bites my bottom lip. “You’re mine. This pussy is mine. That tight ass is mine. All of you belongs to me. And I’m yours, every fuckin’ piece.”