“More, is what you’re going to be asking for despite the fact that you’re going to be filled with my come to the point it’s dripping from your pussy into next week. Oh, I know your tight little hole is gonna be greedy with my gift, but there’s no way there’s enough room in there for every last drop I’ve been saving my entire life, and it’s all for you. It always was.”
“Yes. Your come is all mine. Your seed. Your baby making. Mine.”
“Yours. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Donovan. Yours. Tell me who I am?”
“Mine,” I growl. “And you’ll only ever be mine. And that’s the damn truth. You can take that to the bank.”
“Yes.”
“You feel that come on your stomach?”
“Uh huh.”
“That’s not come, that’s precome. And I’m tired of the ‘pre’s’ the foreplay, anything that’s about coming before the act. It’s time for the act of making you mine and I can’t wait much longer.
“Why wait at all? I want you now. All of you…inside me, filling me and stretching me just like you said.”
“Because first, I have to taste you.”
I grab her by the hips and quickly spin her onto her back. “Now spread those pretty little legs of yours and show me that gorgeous cunt that is mine, all mine.”
“You’re going to make me come before you’re even inside me. You’re going to make me climax just from your words,” she confesses as I rest a hand on her knee and spread her even wider than she can on her own.
I stare down her slit, so many thoughts, positions, everything on my mind.
“Well, you know what we’ll do if you come too quickly?”
“What’s that?”
“Just make you come again and again and again.”
“Maybe I’m not multiorgasmic.”
“Oh you are…you are.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I’m going to spend as much time as it takes to prove exactly that to you.”
She breathes out hard.
“You sure?”
“I promise.”
And it wasn’t just a promise, it was my burning need to make her come before she even felt what it was like to feel me inside her, to lose track of where one of us ended and the other began.
She was going to get me all night and forever. That was for sure.
She was the only woman on this planet who ever meant the world to me and I was about to show her that right now and continue on doing so every day for the rest of her life. I want every breath she takes to remind her of the ones I’m about to take away right now.
I breathe in the scent of her sweetness mixed with a hint of musk from all the arousal coming from her, pouring from her pores.
Her pussy is gleaming even in the limited light in the room.
Time to clean up my dirty little girl, before I slide inside her and really make a mess of this entire place when I lose my mind for real.
My body slides back and my head forward and down as my lips find her labia, licking straight up her slit as her hips thrust up into my face and those knees which were spread come slamming in, hammering home against the sides of my skull.
My hands grip ahold of her knees.
Time to buckle in for the ride because I’m gonna find her G Spot and when I do I can’t wait to hold on for the ride…of our lives.
CHAPTER 15
Delaney
I’m spread eagle on a luxurious king-size bed in the royal penthouse suite.
Now I know why they call it that…because when his tongue touched my pussy it made me feel like the queen of the world.
My inner leg muscles tighten as I lock his head in place, losing control of my own body. My primal subconscious is taking over, bonding his mouth to my middle as he licks straight up my slit and my whole body quivers in delight.
I feel like I’m about to snap in half, my hands reaching for anything as I start to fall into the abyss.
His tongue flicks my nub and my hips buck, my hands grabbing the iron bed frame behind me as I press my pussy into his face, grinding my hips as I move myself against his chin, mouth and even his nose…the angles providing unlimited and varied sensations as I feel my wetness reach and all-time high.
The moans from his mouth vibrate against my folds, his hot breath entering me as his tongue spreads me open.
His fingers grip my knees so tightly letting me know this is a man, a real man, who’s doing this to me.
The only man that matters. My man.
My ass muscles flex and his hands slide down my legs sending goosebumps everywhere before he palms my globes, pressing my ass forward and up, my hips tilting, as if he’s going to drink from me as if I’m a bowl of soup.
And right now I’m so piping hot and wet down there I might as well be.
He moans again, the bundle of nerves at the top of my mound aching for more.
His tongue finds my clit and he takes it in his mouth, tapping it in staccato motions with the tip of his tongue and then swirling it around like he’s typing Morse Code on my cunt.
And my message to him is immediately clear. “Donovan! I’m…I’m…Uh…uh, uh!”
My entire body spasms wildly and I let loose off the bed frame, my body twisting like a lost ship at sea in the middle of a storm.
The side of my hip finds the sheet as I curl into the fetal position as my body then kicks out, opening and closing in alternative motions as I come on his face, my knees still keeping his head right there throughout my explosion.
I reach down and run my hands through his short hair, feeling the heat from his skull underneath the tips of my fingers as my climax continues.
My hands pull away and I cover my face as my body goes right into a second round and then, just like that, I still completely.
My knees open and I roll to my back. Donovan slides up my body and all I can see is his face, completely red from being locked in place.
“You poor thing,” I say, grabbing his face knowing I did that to him. He looks like he can’t hear and can barely see when I pull him close for a kiss.
“I’m not poor at all,” he says. “As a matter of fact now that I’ve drank from your fountain I feel like I could live forever!”
He shouts it like Russell Crowe in Gladiator and I realize I underestimated him for the first time in my life, or maybe I underestimated myself and what I’m capable of. What I can actually do for him in the bedroom, and not just what he can do for me.
To know I’ve done this…that I’ve made him feel this way makes me feel powerful beyond comprehension.
But he slides into position and mounts me, letting me know it’s time to feel what real power is all about.
CHAPTER 16
Donovan
The taste of her sweet nectar has my mind spinning. I’ve never tried a drug in my life but this must be what it’s like to be high, but high on the best thing in the world.
Her.
And I’m the only man who will ever know what that feels like.
My chest swells with pride as I fist my cock, lining the crown up at her opening. I’m ready to shove my dick so far inside her pussy that she won’t know where I start and she ends.
One. Together.
Truly.
“It’s time,” I growl.
“I’m ready. Make me yours. Take my virginity, Donovan, and give me yours.”
Hearing those words from the only woman in the universe who means everything to me is too much to take. It was time to show her just how incredible what we have is, right now and forever.
I slowly push forward and my cock penetrates her, her body shooting up in bed before falling right back down.
She fists the sheets and I slide my dick back out.
“You okay?”
“No,” she growls, barely human. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Her hands lunge for my sides as she grabs ahold of the part of me that’s damn near a tree trunk as sh
e tries to will my body forward, ramming my cock back inside her.
But I don’t make her wait, or do any work.
I playfully put my hand in the middle of her chest and push her torso back onto the bed as I slide my thick inches back inside her, but this time deeper, feeling her open for me as I claim more of that pussy which belongs to me now.
Hell it always did. I just finally woke up to that fact and came and rightfully took what is mine.
I lean in, our bodies horizontal as I hover above her, my mouth coming down hard on her nipple as I flick the taut peek in my mouth, the warmth making it pebble up hard as a rock.
I continue moving my hips in rhythm, taking a little more of her channel with each motion until finally there’s no where further to go.
“You’re pussy is so small, so tight…and so ready to be filled to the top with my seed.”
She whimpers, her hands locking behind my neck as she pulls me in for a kiss, our lips holding together as I work my dick in and out of her until my entire body is lunging forward and back and our lips separate.
My hands form fists and I plant them on the bed next to her like I’m some sort of six-hundred-pound gorilla in the jungle. My jungle.
And this is my mate, for life.
I continue thrusting, losing control as the primal need to sink my dick so far inside her until my imminent load has no choice but to take, to make her pregnant.
To make that belly of hers big so the whole world can see she’s carrying my child.
Mine.
“Fuck woman,” I say as I’m breathing in through my nose and mouth. The windows are open and I feel the breeze but there’s just not enough air. My mind is leaving me as I continue sliding in and out of her with the force and speed of a piston.
My balls quickly pull up and everything stops. I go into extreme posterior pelvic tilt, my dick deeper inside her than it’s ever been during any of my thrusts and suddenly I absolutely unload inside her.
Years and years of seed I’d been saving up for her races to escape my rod, painting her womb as I come buckets, my juices already leaking out and onto the bed.
My body shakes and bucks as she grabs for the iron bed frame, the fucker shaking wildly as her hands spasm.
I completely lose track of time, space, place, everything…except that we’re here together.
And just like that my body goes completely limp, almost as if I passed out for the first time in my life as I fall face forward on the sheets next to her.
“Donovan! Are you okay?”
I feel her slapping my cheek, my dick somehow still inside her.
Other than that the only other thing I can feel are the corners of my lip curling up.
“Nah…I’m not okay…I’m perfect, because I just put my baby inside you.”
“Our baby.”
“Ours.”
CHAPTER 17
Donovan
One week later
“You’ve got somebody in the lobby with a question about puppies,” my assistant says.
“Sure. Can you tell her I’ll be right there?”
“It’s a man, and I’ll tell him.”
“My bad. Thank you, Summer.”
She leaves and I wonder why I automatically assumed it was a woman. Maybe it’s because my mind is constantly on my woman these days. Or maybe it’s the fact that I feel like I’m having all these thoughts that I never thought were masculine.
I just imagine us traveling all around the world, maybe doing something with animals at the same time, and just living our best lives. Our best lives? What’s wrong with me? I sound like an Instagram quote and I’ve never even had that app.
And recently I’m having a hard time at work applying myself. Sure, I’m doing my job and everything is running smoothly, but I don’t even feel like I’m here, at least not mentally. I’m with her all the time.
Now I need to focus, and use the depths of my mental capacity to figure out how I’m going to smooth things over with her dad…assuming he blows his lid when he finds out.
It’s been a week already and I haven’t said anything to him. I can’t do this behind his back. It’s wrong for me and it’s wrong for her. The last thing I need is to drive a stake between them. She’s my family now, but she’ll always be his little girl. I respect that and I need to figure out a way not to disturb and disrespect that.
I step out of my office and into the lobby, my clipboard nearly falling from my hands when I see the man Summer was speaking about.
“Hey Doug,” I say, extending my hand to Delaney’s dad. “What’s up, bro?”
His eyebrow raises, but his hand doesn’t. It’s just dangling there by his side with no intention of coming up to meet mine.
“Heard you had a question about puppies,” I say, completely avoiding the awkwardness of the moment as I pull my hand back.
“Yeah, they’re known to fall in and out of love, you know. Fleeting.”
“I think that’s just a term that’s applied to people.”
“Because it’s true, especially when the weather heats up and people start acting like damn fools.”
“Not all of them.”
His eyes narrow as his body leans in closer to me although his feet stay put. “You…sure about that…bro?”
I breathe in deep realizing that I don’t need to plan for this moment any longer…because it’s already here. Now.
“How about we step outside. If you want to talk about the birds and the bees and all that stuff.”
“So we’ve moved on from puppy love straight to the birds and the bees, huh?”
I move past Doug, but he side steps and blocks me. I’ve had enough now. “Outside, Doug,” I say between gritted teeth.
He doesn’t move so I brush past him, feeling the stares on my back as I push through the front door.
This is the moment I’m glad I don’t wear a vet’s coat, because I could never find one that fit me. If I did, it would be coming off right now, sure as rain.
I step out the front door and on to the grass and take my stance.
When you’ve been friends with someone as long as Doug and I have there’s no point in pretending you don’t know what’s going to happen next. It doesn’t matter if you’re five years old or I’m thirty-nine and he’s forty-two like we are today. This is going to get settled just like the first time we met on a sports field.
We’re going to earn each other’s respect by not backing down, but this time it’s not over made baskets or homeruns or touchdowns.
It’s about the most important person in the world.
Her.
And this is going to be a battle.
“You should have just come to me you fuckin’ pussy.”
Doug goes to squat down, but before he’s even in position he comes charging at me like a bull with a head full of steam.
I sidestep him but he pivots just in time and tackles me right onto my back, dropping me so hard it knocks the wind out of me.
Oh he’s pissed all right, as he has every right to be. I buckle myself in mentally ready to go a full twelve rounds with him right now.
But he’s got other plans as he raises a fist and brings it down hard right toward my face.
I manage to slide out and then maneuver out of his grip, rolling around so I’m behind him, spreading him out wide and pinning him down.
“You gonna calm the fuck down and listen to what I have to say?”
“Fuck you!” he mumbles, his face pushed into the grass and dirt.
“I wasn’t ready for it either. It happened so fast it caught me off guard.”
“You? How do you think I feel, you prick? People calling me asking me what the fuck’s going on between you two and I think it’s some big joke only to find the joke’s on me.” I’m putting less pressure on his face so he can speak. “Seeing your big ass sitting front row at a comedy special and the biggest joke is the one you’re playing on me.”
So that’s how he found out. Damn, I a
m old. I’m still thinking of twenty years ago, heck even ten, when comedians toured and then put together the clips over the course of the tour before they released their DVD. Suddenly my brain freezes.
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