12 Days

by Dark Angel

  Magnus pulls his cock out of my mouth and finishes cumming right on my tits. He runs his hands over my tits, smearing the cum all over me until I'm just covered in him. Magnus keeps pumping his fingers in my pussy, stroking my G-spot so intensely that my hips are jumping around in response with orgasm after orgasm. I cum so hard I feel the puddle on the couch and smile at the thought that we've fucked on every piece of furniture that I can think of.

  "Yeah, keep going, Penny. My sexy little cum slut sucked my cock so good she deserves to cum until her legs give out," Magnus says in his cocky, smug voice that sends shivers through my body. I love when he gets all prideful about how hard he makes me cum.

  Like, damn, he totally should. My body is wracked with pleasure. I feel like I'll melt in sweat or drown myself in all the cum he's shooting through my body.

  Shivering, shaking in his touch, I whimper when I start to feel myself coming down from the high. Magnus drops down to his knees and he sits me up.

  With my pussy right on his mouth. He pulls my legs to sit on his shoulders. His tongue laps so, so slowly over my sensitive pussy and I'm about to cry, it feels so fucking good.

  I grip the couch for purchase, but fuck that. I want to touch Magnus while his tongue strokes my pussy. I roll my hips, grab his hair, and slowly ride his face. Dear fucking God, his tongue is making my eyes roll back in their socket. I let my head fall back against the back of the couch and I keep rolling my hips, slowly picking up the speed as I ride his face. When I feel an orgasm burning up inside me, he slides several fingers inside my pussy and my ass drops. He catches me and keeps finger-fucking my pussy hard while his tongue laps at my clit. I'm screaming and squeezing him and my whole body is wracked with my heavy breathing. The orgasm dies down and he pulls me up into his arms, my legs dangling. He stands up, holding me in his arms. He kisses me, and I taste my pussy all over his face. I could taste my pussy on him all day; it turns me on so much. I feel him start to smile while we're kissing and it makes my heart swell ten times bigger in my chest. I can't help but smile, either. I'm so happy that I think I actually qualify as giddy. His arms squeeze around me and I shift a little bit, and feel a huge erection, sticky, slippery, pressing on my stomach. "Magnus, God, you still want to fuck?" I yelp. "That cock has magic powers," I say in a mock suspicious tone.

  "I can't help it, I stay rock hard around you, Penny. I want you so goddamn much," he says and kisses me on the cheek. It's so tender and intimate.

  I feel the thrill rise inside me and I know I want him again. I don't care if my pussy is sore for a week later, I want him to fuck me more, and I'll want him to fuck me while I'm sore later. All my holes were made perfect for him to fuck exactly the way he wants to.

  "I know that look," Magnus says with a sly grin spreading over his face.

  "I need you to fuck me more, daddy," I say, jutting out my lower lip and quivering it.

  His eyes narrow, eyelids hooding over them with lust. He sets me down on the couch and I quickly snatch his cock and start sucking it. I can't help how much I need him and I can tell that he was about to pull his cock out of my mouth and fuck me, but I see his toes clenching up and I know I'm sucking his cock good enough to give him pause. I like that. I like having this kind of power to please him. No one could make me cum the way he does. If I give him even a fraction of that pleasure then I can die a happy woman.

  If I can always be his, then I'll be the happiest woman in the world. I know it in my heart and that truth rings out in my soul.

  So I bob my head up and down on his cock with every drop of energy I have and suck like I'm trying to capture his body and suck it clean out of existence, like I'm a black hole. I'm sucking so hard my cheeks are dented in and pressed against the huge cock that just barely even fits in my mouth. I can feel his cock slide deep in my throat and it turns me on to think about the sight of his cock buried deep down my throat. I keep up the frantic pace and squeeze his ass with my hands. I'm gripping him for dear life and his breathing is telling me how close he is. Making Magnus lose control is basically the highest honor I'll ever achieve in life. I'm desperate to shatter every drop of control he has and make sure he comes in my mouth before he fucks me. I mean, don't you think that only seems fair?

  He seems to be onto me. I see him look at me with confusion—he's not sure if he wants to pull out of my mouth and fuck me now, or let me keep sucking his cock. I don't want to give him the option and I swallow him up, sucking and fucking my mouth onto his cock as fast as I can.

  "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Magnus groans out, and I feel him give in. I feel his balls unloading in my mouth, heaping gulps of cum spurting down my throat. I swallow up every last drop, desperate to suck every bit of cum his cock has ready. Not just because I want to make sure he enjoys this blow job as much as possible. Also because I'm bankrupting his cum stocks so that he keeps fucking me as much as we both need. Even a sex god like him needs some bounce back time, and for Magnus, he stays rock hard while his balls build up another load of cum.

  See? I'm all about future planning. I have my sights set on a very good future. At least, a very good night and a very bow legged tomorrow. The idea of walking all weakly tomorrow makes my knees wobble some now. I can be such a romantic, you see. I press my hands hard against his ass while slamming my own face down on his cock so that he's pounding furiously into my mouth and I suck every last drop of his cum, and he doesn't pull out to cum anywhere on me. I win this round. For the bonus points, I suck damn hard on his cock that's not shooting anymore cum, and he shivers. I made Magnus, the man who can and will make me cum with just a look, shiver because his cock was still in my mouth.

  I'll go ahead and write my acceptance speech later for the award I've earned.

  I release my man's cock, finally, and look up at him. He narrows his eyes at me but he's smiling so damn widely he can't fool anyone. But Magnus is so not a man to waste any time. He presses the head of his cock onto my pussy slit and slides down, then pushes every inch of that rock hard dick right up my pussy. I'm stretching around him, groaning as he fills me up again. He slams hard into me and I can't breathe. It was easier to breathe with his foot long totally blocking my airway. That's how damn good him fucking me is. He pounds in deeper, harder, faster, by the second and my scratchy cum-coated throat doesn't quite have the volume for the moans and screams that my lips are releasing. I want to giggle at how I'm practically wheezing from cumming too hard but I'm too busy getting fucked, railed and trying to breathe to laugh at the humor of the situation.

  "I will never be able to fuck you enough," Magnus says, slamming his cock into me and looking into my eyes deeply. His gaze makes me shiver. "But I'm going to cum soon, and that's probably enough for tonight. Wrap your hands around my neck," he says, and he leans down. I wrap my wobbling legs around him. Magnus stands and bounces me up and down on his cock.

  I can barely breathe but I laugh. The laugh makes my pussy flutter and we both moan in response. "God, now," I try to whimper out, but I can't hardly get any words to form coherently because he's fucking me so hard I can't think and because he's fucking me so hard that my words are getting drowned out. "You are just showing off," I gasp out quickly.

  "Maybe I am. But we both fucking have you with nowhere to go but back down on my cock," he purrs.

  "Remind me to thank gravity in my speech," I say, loving the confused look my statement earns from him because he can't actually read my mind so he doesn't know that I fully believe I deserve an award for my blow job skills this evening. Well, Magnus can't read my mind yet. I mean, the man is capable of pretty incredible things so I don't think I'll be ruling anything out any time soon. He'd probably take it as a challenge, and he's proven to be a man who never backs down from or fails a challenge.

  He's right about me having nowhere to go. A fresh sweat shivers down my spine and I need to breathe, but my breathing has gone shallow. I fall down on that cock, and it steals more than my breath. Magnus's cock fills me up and replaces my thoughts, my abi
lity to breathe, and anything that was in my head about not being able to cum again. The tide is rising within me and I know I'm about to come utterly undone around him. He pulls me down and squeezes me tight to him; my pussy returns the action and my inner walls strangle his cock. The orgasm tearing through me is right on time with one shaking me violently. His cock throbs deep within me. The sheer force of his orgasm shooting deep inside of me knocks the wind out of me. There's such a raw power in Magnus, such strength, and I'm just so damn turned on right now at him cumming in my pussy after all the fucking we've done tonight. I realize I'm death gripping him and I'm digging my nails into him. I start to try and say sorry, but the words are barely coming out because I'm shaking.

  "I licked my cum off your pussy, Penny," Magnus says with a hearty laugh that shakes my body and makes my eyes roll back in their orbits. His cock rubs every spot I didn't even know my pussy had, and I'm trembling around him. But Magnus has me close and tight in his arms so I can fall apart around him. "So you digging your nails into my skin is fine. I like making you all crazy with my cock."

  It's my turn to laugh. I giggle and press my lips to his chest. "Crazy with your cock?" I laugh. "Yeah, that sounds about right," I say, shivering against him.

  Magnus starts to walk, carrying us, I realize, to the bathroom. He turns on the faucet, and never lets go of me as he draws a hot bath. His cock stays buried deep in my pussy and I'm quite content with that, my body fluttering around the massive rod impaling me. I don't want Magnus to ever stop touching me. I want to be wrapped around him for as long as I can be, and then some more. I close my eyes and press my head against his chest again, tucking myself against him happily. He kisses the top of my head and strokes his fingers up and down the small of my back, building little shivers inside me that fizz like carbonated soda, building bubbles of excitement within me that keeps tingling.

  I almost don't notice anything has changed until right before he starts to lower us both in the bath. I realize then that we're above very warm water, and that the faucet has stopped pouring because he turned it off. We lie down into the water, and I curl up against him. "I guess this will make it difficult to get clean," I say, not actually wanting to move away from him even to wash off the layers of sweat and cum that have accumulated on my body.

  "Who said anything about getting clean?" Magnus laughs. "You and I can stay as filthy as we want, and the warm water feels much better around us is all. Clean is for some other time." Magnus tucks his finger under my chin, lifting my face up for him to kiss me. It's the softest, sweetest kiss that we've ever shared. My whole body comes alive when he kisses me. I'm not just talking about how he turns me on. There's a fierce connection between us, beyond our naughty fantasies or the intense way we fuck. We share a kind of love that I didn't know could exist, and there's going to be another person in our lives that we'll love, together. My heart expands in my chest to the point that the only logical thing to do is to squeeze Magnus harder and kiss his chest where I'm laying. I am so relaxed now that I imagine drifting off into sleep. Magnus will keep me safe. Magnus will keep his arms around me. There's nothing more that I want in the world right now than to be wrapped safely in his arms.

  "Well," I say with a sigh. "I would hate for the water to get cold," I say, slowly lifting my head up. I pull my pussy off his cock slowly, a little whimper escaping my lips at the exit. "And you got this cum all over me I should probably wash off," I say, running a finger down my breasts at the shimmering cum he painted me with earlier.

  "Let me wash you off," Magnus says. He grabs a washcloth, dipping it in the water and then rubbing soft circles over my skin, erasing the cum.

  I feel so relaxed with his touch and with the warmth of the cloth comforting me. The world seems so much simpler in even the little moments with the one you love. I've never loved anyone as much or the way that I love Magnus. I look at his gorgeous body and think even if we're done fucking for the night, I am nowhere close to done touching him.

  When he finishes my breasts and stomach, he dips down and gently runs the cloth over my pussy.

  Danger zone! I hold my breath and wonder if Magnus is up to something more devious. He isn't though, and I'm so touched by the intimate gesture of him really washing me, even my most private and intimate places. It's one thing for him to fuck my pussy, but his hand over it to wash it feels so...intimate in a way I don't fully understand.

  But I don't need to. Life is simpler with the one you love, remember?

  So even those simple acts feel like gifts, because they are. They are future memories that you have forever. No one can take a memory from you, but a person can leave. So the one you're with forever, they are something to cherish beyond words because you have the memories and you have that ongoing love.

  I take the washcloth from him and start to get it wet, looking at his body. Much as I want to look at his gorgeous face forever and stay in his arms, I know how good it would feel to wash his back—or him and me both. "Turn around and I'll wash your back," I say.

  He pauses for a second. "I love you," he says quietly, and then turns around.

  I start to wash his back and the words that hung in the air before he turned around come to him now. "No one has ever done anything like this for me before. You're the only person in my life that has taken care of me," Magnus says.

  It makes my heart hurt for him. "We can take care of each other, forever," I say. And I mean forever.

  The New York Daily Journal

  We Apologize. Seriously, No Joke Here.

  Gossip Central on Page Eight. From the Desk of Vicky Durner - All the gossip you never even knew you needed to know!

  Good morning Gotham!

  Let's hope that it's a better morning than the last couple of weeks.

  The last 24 hours have seen the greatest shakeup in the New York political climate than anything. Ever.

  But first.

  An apology.

  To both Magnus Davion, and to Penny Wright, the staff at Gossip Central and the greater New York Daily Journal organization would like to apologize to you.

  What you were subjected to and the reasons you were subjected to it were inexcusable and vile. No one should ever be targeted by the press like you've been. It was a witch hunt at the end of the day and it was orchestrated from within this august institution.

  It's safe to say that in this instance, both Ms. Wright and Mr. Davion were able to fight back. Together, they showed that they were stronger than the world that tried to tear them apart.

  And they prevailed over a corrupt Mayor and an Editor-In-Chief who lost her principles a long time ago.

  For that, we thank you.

  Without your ability to fight back on this, the Mayor would not have resigned 24 hours after your joint press conference.

  Without your courage, the Editor-In-Chief wouldn't have been removed from her role by the CEO of the New York Daily Journal. The District Attorney is currently investigating her and her ex-mayor accomplice. That's the last thing that my spies have told me.

  There's always been a bias in the press. We try to control it, but in this instance, we did not. We fed it and let it run free.

  And a young couple who were in love paid the price for too long.

  Others may not have lasted as long as you did. Many others wouldn't have had the courage to stand up and declare that they had done nothing wrong. For them, we thank you as well.

  Going forward, this paper will be conducting a thorough review of everything that is printed in these pages to ensure that something like this never, ever, happens again.

  While we can only apologize as many times as needed publicly, we also acknowledge that we can never repay and repair the damage that has been caused to Magnus Davion and Penny Wright.

  It's small compensation, but for whatever it's worth, we would like to note to readers that the Equinox Towers project will stay with Davion Development going forward.

  And future city contracts will probably be easier.


  Indeed, New Yorkers, we here at Gossip Central want to apologize to each and every single one of our readers for leading this witch hunt. It was beneath us and those that came on board with Rhoda Wright have left en masse.

  The inmates no longer control the asylum.

  The only thing we can wish upon this couple as they embark on their journey of love is that they never again find themselves in the papers.

  May their life be quiet and peaceful, and may they never have to work with a mob of journalists pushing down the door to their privacy.

  May they enjoy happiness and may you, my dear denizens of the city, enjoy yours.

  Till next time, keep your ears open, New York. We're listening.

  Penny

  Epilogue

  Felicità!

  That’s happiness in Italian, and it pretty much describes the way I’ve been feeling for the past few months. It’s hard to believe, but it has been almost an year after everything that happened back in New York. Which is almost as saying it was centuries ago. Time really flies when you’re having fun.

  Two months after Laurel’s impeachment, Magnus got down on one knee and slipped the biggest diamond ring I had ever seen in my finger. I don’t need to tell you how much I cried, do I? The most perfect man I had ever met, asking me to marry him? Yeah, I cried so much I thought I was going to dehydrate. And, with that, he also told me we’d be taking a vacation.

  A year-long vacation.

  That same night we grabbed his Learjet and, the following day, we touched down on the tarmac at Florence Airport, Italy. I had never been to Europe before, but Italy was my destination of choice when Magnus asked me where I wanted to go. I don’t know, there’s something about Italy that just adds to happy endings, don’t you think?

  Magnus already had an old Aston Martin from the ‘60s waiting for us, and he slipped behind the wheel with one of the biggest grins I’d ever seen on his face. Boys and their toys, uh? I gotta say, though, I was pretty excited about it too - there’s nothing like cruising through narrow Italian streets in a car that looks like it came out of a James Bond movie set, its engine roaring loud while the wind whipped at my hair.