by Mae Doyle
My cock is hard and aching for her. “Why don’t you just sit back a little and let me fuck you, Elle?” I want to grab her by the hips and lift her so I can spear her and take her, but she grabs my hips, licking her lips.
“Just you wait,” she tells me, leaning back and lifting her hips. I watch as she slowly lowers herself onto me, her eyes shut tight as I stretch and fill her. “Oh, fuck, Clay,” she cries, rocking forward and settling into her spot.
“Fuck, kitten, you’re so tight. You have no idea how good your pussy feels, do you?” I kept my hands off of her for as long as I could, but now I can’t hold back. Reaching up, I grab her hips and help her bounce. The muscles in her thighs pop out as she rocks back and forth, my cock sliding in and out of her.
“Clay,” she moans, my name a warning.
Her tits are bouncing as she fucks me, her muscles tight around my cock. “You feel better than you look, kitten,” I tell her. “I didn’t think that that would be possible.”
“Shut up.” She digs her nails into the skin on my chest. “I thought that you hated me.”
“I do, but not when you’re on my cock.”
She moans and rocks forward and back while I reach down and thumb her clit.
“I hate you.” Her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back. It’s the same damn thing I’ve heard her say a thousand times since we met but there’s no venom behind it right now.
“Doesn’t sound like it. Doesn’t feel like it. Sounds like you love my cock in your pussy. Am I right?” Reaching up, I grab her tit, squeezing it as she bounces.
There’s a flush on Elle’s chest, and at first she doesn’t answer. She leans back and grabs my thighs as she changes position, gasping as she does. “I do,” she admits finally. Her voice is choked and she still won’t look at me, but I know that she’s being honest.
I also know that my little kitten is going to come. There’s no way that she can be filled with my cock and not come.
It’s just a matter of time.
“Come for me, kitten,” I tell her, reaching out and grabbing her tit so I can roll her nipple between my fingers. She moans, biting her lower lip.
“I’m going to, Clay!” Elle cries, suddenly opening her eyes and planting her hands on my chest. I gasp out as her nails dig into my skin, but the pain just shoots through my body, mingling with the pleasure of having her ride me. Elle’s staring at me now, her whole body trembling as she rocks back and forth on me.
“Come now!” We’re loud, but I don’t care who hears us. I want everyone to know that I’m taking the kitten for myself.
Elle is mine. To save, to destroy, to do whatever I want with her.
She comes, her muscles tight on my cock as she milks me. I shoot my seed into her, digging my fingers into the flesh on her hips.
“Clay!” Her voice echoes around my room and in my ears. I dig into her hips, holding her closer than I’ve ever held another girl.
Elle does something to me that I never thought possible.
Hell, when I first saw her, I wanted to kill her. I certainly didn’t think that I would ever feel this way about her.
Epilogue
One Year Later
Elle
“Do you ever miss it?” I think that I already know the answer, but I still want to hear it from Clay. I want to know whether or not he thinks that we made a mistake or if he’s as happy with our lives as I am.
He rolls over and looks at me for a long time before answering. The room seems to shrink around us as I wait for his response.
“What part of it do you think that I’d miss? Kennedy Academy? My parents who wouldn’t even speak to me? Hell, kitten, getting out of there was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I think that you know it.”
I do know it, but it’s still nice to be reminded of it from time to time. No matter how nonchalant Clay acts about everything, moving away was still difficult.
“And what about now? Do you think we’ll make it?” Clay was scouted by a number of colleges for a football, scholarship, of course, and he convinced his parents to make up the difference that I needed to fill the gap for my academic scholarship.
This time, Clay rolls over and loops his arm around me, pulling me tight to his chest before answering. When he does speak, his voice rumbles through me. “I don’t know what the future brings, Elle, but I do know that you and I were meant to be together. There’s nothing in this world that could convince me otherwise.”
He kisses the top of my head and I snuggle down into his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of him. No matter what he wears or how I wash his clothes, he always smells the same.
It’s the same scent I smelled when I wore his shirt that first time, and the same scent that I smell in his clothes.
“Did I tell you that I talked to my mom?” Clay sits up and looks at me. It’s the first time that I’ve mentioned my mom in months and her calling me was a complete surprise. I almost didn’t pick up when I recognized the number, but now I’m glad that I did.
“Good news? Are you okay?” He reaches out and takes my hand, pulling it to him and squeezing it.
I’m not surprised that he would be worried. I didn’t leave home on the best terms with my mom since she believes that I had something to do with Ted disappearing. So when she called me to talk about him, I was shocked.
“Good news for everyone but Ted. He was arrested for molesting a high schooler.” The last thing I want to see is the pity in Clay’s eyes, but I force myself to look anyway.
“It’s about time.” He leans forward and kisses me. “That bastard deserves to rot in jail.”
“I think he’s going to.” Suddenly, I push off of the bed and stand up. I have a nervous energy that I need to burn off. “We need to do something. Celebrate. I can’t believe that this actually happened.”
“Let’s order in.” He grabs my hips and rolls me over to him, pulling me easily on top of him. The bed groans a little under our weight but neither one of us really notice.
“Don’t you think that we should save some money?” I lean down and kiss him before he can respond.
He laughs. “You know that my parents are happy to front any expense, as long as I do a good job on the football field. And this? This is good news. We need to celebrate that asshole finally getting what he deserved.”
“Well, then, we’re golden. How about pizza?”
Clay grins and flips me onto my back before handing me his phone and sliding my pj pants down around my ankles.
“You order and see if you can keep a straight face, because I’m going to make you scream.”
I shiver as he traces a line down my stomach and tugs at my panties. Last year I would have been terrified if he said those words to me, but now I just know that the best is yet to come.
He’s going to make me scream, alright, and I intend to enjoy every toe-curling second of it.
I don’t even get the number to the restaurant dialed before he has me naked and is kissing his way up my inner thigh. I shiver as he reaches my folds, then spreads my legs wide. Dropping the phone onto the floor, I reach down and wrap my hand in his hair.
“You made a promise, Clay. You better make me scream.”
He sits up and I open my eyes. I don’t like not having his mouth on me, but before I can say anything, he’s leaned back down, his tongue sliding against my clit, his mouth sucking me. I gasp, arching my back and groaning.
Every time we’re in bed it feels like he’s ripping something holy from my body. He takes a little bit of my soul each time we fuck and there’s nothing I can do to stop him.
“Clay,” I moan, trying to sit up. I want to feel his cock in me. I need it to fill me and split me open, but he grabs my hips and pushes me back down to the bed, his mouth still working. Waves crash over my body and I lose myself as he licks and sucks my clit, taking something from me.
He tears an orgasm from my body and I buck my hips, screaming his name. Reaching down, I grab his arms, dig
ging my nails into his skin, but I’m barely aware that I may be hurting him. I cum on him and he laps me up, tasting me, before letting go of my hips so that I can sit up.
“Fucking hell, kitten, you taste so good,” he says, wiping his mouth with his hand and standing up. I swear, my eyesight is blurry as I watch him strip out of his clothes. He grips his hard cock with one hand and climbs back onto the bed with me. “But now let’s see how good you feel, shall we?”
I’m dripping with my cum and his spit and he easily slides my legs back open, positioning himself at my slit. My entire body aches for him but I’m so tired that I can’t move. He slides his hand along my pussy, sinking his fingers into me and rubbing my clit.
“I want you,” I manage, the words quiet in our room. He looks up at me, a grin on his face.
“I know you do. I want you to need my cock in your pussy, Elle. I want you to crave the feeling that you get when I fuck you and fill you. Is that what you want?” He has the tip of his cock pressed up against me and I nod.
What I want to do is reach down to him and grab him, pulling him into me. I want to feel him taking me like it was the first time. He’s just so fucking big.
“You’re mine, Elle. You’re mine and nobody else’s. I’m the only one who gets to fuck you, do you understand?”
“Then do it.” I prop myself up on my elbows to look at him, but I fall back when he shoves his cock into me, filling and stretching me. This is something that I’ll never get used to, no matter how many times we fuck.
He’s huge. He pushes me past my limits and then demands more of me. Every stroke from him drags me along with him on the path to hell. I moan, biting my lower lip so hard that I bleed, and screw my eyes shut, reaching for him and digging in my nails when I find him.
Tears leak from the corners of my eyes as he thrusts in and out of me.
“Fucking hell, Elle, I have no idea how you’re still so tight. I love that about you. I love your tight little cunt and the way it milks my cock.” He groans and pauses, letting me feel every inch of him.
“Take me, Clay.” I can barely breath. From my vantage point on my back, it’s like looking up at a god. He’s always been larger than life. Perfect. Unholy.
He grins and thrusts, pulling deep groans from me that start at my toes and slide out of my body. I arch my back, wanting to be closer to him. I need to feel every inch of his skin on mine.
“Cum with me, kitten,” he murmurs, leaning down and kissing my face. “Cum now.”
I scream, pulling him deeper into me, all of my muscles tight at once. He groans as I mew and then moan, clawing at his body as he tears my orgasm from me.
“Fuck, Clay,” I moan, my body covered with a thin sheen of sweat.
He collapses next to me, his arm draped over his eyes, his cock still hard and throbbing.
“Tell me that we can do that every day forever,” he finally says, leaning over and propping himself up on his elbow. “Tell me that you’re mine.”
I’ve been his since he claimed me at Kennedy Academy. Everyone was afraid to touch me then, and even though I didn’t know it, I became his. He declared that I belonged to him that one day in the cafeteria. I wasn’t there, but I heard about it.
I knew that it was true. “Every day,” I tell him, rolling over to look at him. “As long as you’ll have me.”
Five Years Later
Clay
Playing in the NFL has always been my dream, and getting an offer right out of college was everything that I wanted it to be. Of course, Elle was more than supportive and happy to move with me, as long as we had a house that was big enough for us to fill with kids.
“Daddy!” Our daughter, Jenny, screeches from the front porch when she sees me pull up and comes running down the steps. Tim, our son, isn’t far behind, but he’s just 2.5, so he has to take the steps a little slower.
Through the kitchen window I can see my wife standing at the sink, getting dinner ready, and I wave.
“We waited all day to see you, Daddy! Did you have a fun day at work?” Jenny grabs my leg and I pick her up, reaching for Tim’s hand when he reaches me.
“It was a wonderful day,” I tell her. “What have you guys been up to?”
“Mommy’s making dinner.” Tim stares up at me in awe as we walk up the sidewalk. “Big surprise.”
“Timmy! You aren’t supposed to say anything!” Jenny admonishes him, her little arms still tight around my neck. “Mommy said that she wanted to be the one to tell him.”
“Tell me what?” I carry Jenny up the stairs, waiting while Tim takes his time with each step.
“New baby.” Tim looks up at me and then back down at his feet, concentrating hard.
“Timmy!” Jenny wiggles out of my arms and grabs her little brother, practically dragging him the rest of the way up the stairs. “You’re a terrible secret keeper!”
A new baby? I look up at the window, but Elle has moved from in front of it. My stomach flips as I imagine another kid in the house.
A boy or a girl? Either way, I honestly don’t care. The thought of having more kids with Elle is enough to make me feel giddy. My steps are lighter as I make it to the porch.
Elle meets me at the door, a shy smile on her face. “Tim spilled the beans, huh?”
For a moment, I can’t speak. All I want to do is look at my wife. She’s just as gorgeous as she was when I first saw her in high school. I’ve learned to love every freckle she has and to appreciate just how different she is from the ghosts in my past.
“He did. Did you have something special planned to tell me?” I slide my hands around her waist and pull her towards me so that she’s pressed up against me.
She shakes her head. “Just a big cake for dessert. It was Jenny’s idea that we try to surprise you, but Tim…”
“Is still too young to keep secrets?” Elle nods and leans up to kiss me.
“Happy?” When she pulls back, I can see the worry on her face.
“Thrilled.” I kiss her again, this time harder, my hand sliding around to her back to pull her closer. She leans into me, letting me support her as I reach down and grab her ass.
“Clay,” she whispers, pulling back a little. Her voice is low and throaty, and I feel myself respond. There’s something undeniably sexy about my wife, and I love exploring every inch of her body.
“What are you guys doing?” Jenny appears behind Elle and I let her go, my fingers tracing across her hips as she steps back.
“Just talking about the good news.” Elle grins at her then reaches back for my hand. “What do you think, Jenny? Brother or a sister?”
“Sister, I hope. You’ll never believe what Tim’s doing.”
I have no idea what my son’s doing right now, and I honestly don’t care. There’s nothing that could possibly ruin my mood. I have Elle, the kids, a job I love. I don’t deserve any of it.
It’s always been Elle. Even when I wanted to destroy her for who she was and who she looked like, it’s been her. Fuck.
Jenny runs off down the hall laughing and I pull Elle towards me, pressing my hard cock into her side.
“You have something on your mind?” Elle turns to me, reaching down and gently stroking me through my pants. I hiss at her touch and pull her closer, needing to feel her whole body pressed up against me.
“Just how lucky I am.”
“Yeah? And how lucky are you?” Elle trails her lips along my neck, nibbling and kissing me. All of my nerves are screaming and I don’t want her to stop.
“Pretty damn lucky. But you’ll be luckier later.”
“Mmhmm? Tell me why.” She has her hands in my hair, her mouth close to mine. I can feel her breath on my skin.
“Because I’m going to fuck you later. I’m going to make you scream, Elle, just like I did the first time.”
It’s always been Elle, and it will always be here. I know that with every fiber of my body.
“Threat or a promise?” She pulls back a little to look at me.
“Both. It’s both.”
“My vindictive man, you know how to hold a grudge, don’t you?”
I went from wanting to kill Elle to wanting to protect her. Now I still want to destroy her, but just in bed. She needs to know that she’s mine, only mine, and I show her that every day.
“I know how to make my wife come,” I tell her. “I know how to make you get on your knees and worship you. I know everything about you, Elle, and I love it.”
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