by Celia Crown
Chloe juts her bottom lip out, eyes rounding with innocence. “You could. You’re so strong and mean, you yell at me and you do things before you ask me. You don’t need my permission.”
She’s right on all those things, Chloe starts again with a smile. “But, you would never hurt me.”
Her small pussy takes my huge cock in one drop, I breach and spread her walls with a syrupy squelch. Quivering slits struggle to get used to my girth again, I gladly take the time to wait for her to adjust to me while I feel the shivers and quakes of her rippling cunt.
She adds breathlessly, “Maybe you’ll hit me with the door again.”
“It hurts me more,” I tenderly kiss her forehead, one of her eyes shut adorably as she sighs delicately.
I curl my hand around her jaw and tip her head back, connecting our lips in a brief and gentle kiss.
“If I could, I would take all your pain away so you would never feel them again. It pains me to see you hurt, and I’m scared that one day you’ll be too hurt.” I stay inside her; if she doesn’t move, then I don’t move. This tranquility is nice, we’re connected in the most intimate way.
“I’m dubbed Black Clover since I was little, Fawn’s been protecting me, and she still is. I love her so much, I’m lucky to have her; she saved me many times and there are times where she wasn’t fast enough, and I have those scars on my skin. I don’t blame her.” Chloe takes my hand and places it on her cheek, she leans her head into my warmth as she hums to herself with her brown eyes hidden beneath her lashes.
Then, she sets my hand over her chest. The steady thumps are echoing in my palm as this unnerving hotness claws at me.
“Do you want to protect my heart?”
“Yes.”
I don’t hesitate.
She smiles, radiant and trusting.
I place my hands on her hips, rubbing her skin as she rocks in my lap. Our love-making is slow and feathery, I love this too. I don’t always need sweaty and heart-pounding sex, I like this intimate tempo where she slides up and down on my cock; breathing my name on her luscious lips like a prayer that I answer with gentle circles on her wet clit.
Previous fluids have webbed and sticking to my cock like a coat of saliva, the cum I left in her pussy is oozing out obscenely and staining my pants.
My length is sensitive to the unrhythmic throbs of her walls, I have the time to receive the hotness of her sodden pussy and the light noises of pleasure.
She rocks her hips down, I plunge up to meet her thrust and her lips open with a wanton cry. She’s close, the pulses of her cunt are quickening their rubs on my thickening cock. I’m close too, my balls draw up tight as I hold back. My hand leaves her gyrating hips to press rapid and quick circles to her soiled clit, her body freezes and wrecks with violent shivers.
“I-I’m coming!” she throws her head back, black hair tickling my balls as her rosy nipples point at me with her heavy breasts bouncing hypnotically.
I groan deeply, a growl tears out as my hips buck involuntarily into her pulsating cunt. My girthy length thickens and twitches, spurts of creamy cum splatter on her twitching walls with her tiny slits sucking at the base of my cock, refusing to let a drop go wasted.
She rotates her hips and another gush of cum sprays out. She shudders in my arms and whines at the slow trickle of copious rich cum that had no room to stay.
“My Chloe,” I murmur in her hair.
She answers with a playful bite on my shoulder.
Epilogue
Chloe
Six Months Later.
“Why is your name a bird, Mr. Falcon?” I ask as I ice the swollen ankle.
Clumsy me had tripped and caught my feet on a water bottle. The fault was mine because I left the plastic water bottle on the ground when I was watching the sunrise.
Telling Fawn that I’m fine is trying to tell a child no for sugar, I beg Mr. Falcon to not inform Damon yet. He had things he needed to take care of at the casino and whenever he’s not with me, he has Falcon watch over me.
I tried to tell him that nothing would happen, and I would behave, but this arrangement means I get to hang out with Fawn and understand the mysteriously odd bodyguard that Damon talks about.
“I kick like a falcon.” he shrugs his shoulders.
But, falcons don’t kick. I want to say it but then an image of a pair of twigs from a flamingo flash in my mind and I chomp down on my lips to not laugh as my shoulders shake.
Flamingo kick, that’s what he meant but a pink bird would hurt his reputation.
Falcon notices my laugh and put another cushion under my leg. I wince at the sharp pain and he starts another round of scared prayer.
“Not to be a dick, but can you heal faster?” he grunts in pain when Fawn jabs her one-hundred-dollar rhinestone nails into his stomach.
He sniffs and clears his throat, “Your boyfriend is a sadistic motherfucker. I have the right to be scared.”
I raise an eyebrow, worming my butt deeper into the couch as my back gets eaten up by the airiness of it.
“Damon is a gentleman and is the kindest to me.” I huff, puffing my cheeks at him as he throws himself to the other side of Fawn as she cuddles next to me.
The large flat screen tv hangs on the wall with a superhero drama playing. Fawn and I like this running show, the grey morals behind each episode is appallingly true. It’s those reasonings behind a hero’s need to commit a crime that brings the world of acting and reality together. They are situations where I could see myself committing the same crime and taking the same path down a world of sin.
“He’s a demon to everyone else.” Falcon groans, dropping his head onto his hand as he frantically scratches his head.
I wiggle my toes, there’s little pain shooting up my knee. “This is my fault, don’t blame yourself. I’m sure he’ll understand.”
“That guy will only understand that I didn’t look after you with my life.”
I laugh at his misery; his exaggeration is a change from the dark heroic drama on the screen. “It’s just a sprained ankle.”
“His sprained ankle!” Falcon shouts into the pillow near him while Fawn makes no move to comfort him, that makes this funnier.
He jumps from the couch and runs to another room, he comes back with a sprint and an armful of blankets. Tossing the sheets over Fawn and I, we’re buried under layers of warmth and fluff.
“Alright, here’s what we’re going to do.” he stands in front of me, blocking the entire tv screen with his big head.
“I’m going to distract him for the rest of the night and you girls stay here, and Fawn will change the ice on your ankle every thirty minutes. It should take an hour for the swelling to go down, two at most.” he takes the ice off my ankle and gauges the severity of it, he settles it back down with a stressed complain.
He taps his chin, “The pain though, you’ll have to trick him. Stay seated as much as possible and limp when he’s not looking and walk slow if he’s there. Later—”
“Later, I’m going to fucking strangle you.” strong baritone and crushed velvet, the voice of Damon cuts in.
My eyes brighten at Damon and I grin happily. There’s something about a man in a suit that screams classy and divinity.
I’ve seen magazines with men donned in fitting suits, a bottle of perfume at the side or a woman in their arms. They don’t incite a reaction from me, but Damon in a suit makes my mouth water. The tattoo under his button-up peeks at me with a detailed watch on his wrist glistening under the light, it’s so sexy.
The lights from Falcon’s eyes dim and leaves as he pales like a ghost. Damon’s hand fastens around the other man’s shoulder and jams his airway, I close my eyes and slap my hands over my ears when I hear three different languages coming from Falcon’s mouth.
I’m sure they were words not safe for children.
“My sweet pumpkin, tell your man to not kill mine. We’re having a fuck marathon tonight and I prefer a willing participant.” Fawn whispers
through my hand that cups my ear.
I peel one eye open and sighs in relief when Falcon manages to detangle himself from the wrath of a demon.
“I leave for two hours,” Damon says slowly, putting more stress onto Falcon as I can visibly see him gulp down air.
“And she’s hurt.” he finishes with his cold voice.
A chill shakes me, the blankets on my body don’t change the fact that Damon’s icy eyes are glaring at his friend. Fawn’s pretty face turns entertained when Falcon pauses for a minute before his rapid actions amaze me.
One second, Fawn is next to me and then Falcon’s out the door with her in his arms like a princess. Our home mends its broken quietness, I smile up at him and welcomes him home.
He flips the blanket off the swollen ankle, examining the icepack and tenderly put the cover back over. Damon sits next to me, taking Fawn’s spot while I scoot closer to put my head on his side. He extends his arm around my shoulder and sets it heavily on me.
“Hi.” I breathe.
He kisses the top of my head, “Hi.”
He breathes in my scent while I bathe in his presence. I can only fully relax when I’m in his arms and safe from the outside world. The television buzz as a background noise, flashes of an action scene comes on, but I’m occupied by his big hands.
He said he would protect me with those hands and kiss me better with his lips, chase away my fears with his clear green eyes. Not one of those promises are broken, he treasures me more than I look after myself.
“I shouldn’t have left.” he sighs, laying his head on top of mine.
Taking his hand in mine, I watch the hands in his expensive watch tick away steadily. Going through a full circle to start another minute, I close my eyes and twirl my fingers around his knuckles.
“It’s my fault. I was clumsy and tripped over my own water bottle.” I explain to him the whole ordeal.
I don’t want him to think that Falcon hasn’t been doing his job, he was nothing but an excellent guard and entertained us with his commentaries to the drama playing on the screen.
Damon jokes lightly, “I might need to tie you to our bed if you keep getting hurt.”
His voice turns serious, he tightens his grip as a way of emphasizing nonverbal cues on the gravity of his words that come after.
“Better yet, I should retire. This way, I can keep an eye on you.”
I jump away from him, wincing at the pain throbbing painfully at my ankle as my eyes widen in disbelief at his words. This is retirement he’s talking about, Damon is still young and very capable of making more money if he wants to. I haven’t thought about retirement, we’re still growing and are too young to think about settling down into a home and yell at kids to get off our lawn.
He sits up too, seeing me in pain causes him to react and I appreciate his effort to make me as comfortable as I can on a couch that’s probably made from gold.
“But, you love your job.” I gasp, my hand coming up to my lips to shield the roundness that corresponds with my bewildered eyes.
“I did at first, but I tolerate it now.” he pulls me back to his chest and kisses my forehead. “Being at the casino brings me no joy, I get them when I see you and hold you.”
My lips twitch at his cheesiness, he can be a sentimental pile of goo if he wants. Our first meeting wasn’t butterflies and we didn’t have a glowing halo behind us, he pushed a door to my face, yelled at me before I could even say anything and then proceeded to demand me to go up to his office.
Granted, I didn’t know he was the boss of the casino where I illegally went in, I thought he wanted me to beg for forgiveness to the boss and that’s why I thought he took me up the elevators. It led to us being against the wall and doing things that were not supposed to be done.
That happened.
He chased after me with the FBI incident still fresh, I platonically slept with a man unknowingly and snuggled into him because I thought he was Fawn. A very colossal, muscular, and furnace Fawn. She’d be so offended if I described her like that, she won’t ever know this little secret of mine.
I woke up to him naked with his big cock pointed at me. It was the first time I’ve seen a cock and it was ginormous. Porn industries pride themselves on massive girth and long shafts, Damon put them to shame.
One thing led to another, I’m his girlfriend, fiancée, and soon-to-be wife. The big diamond ring on my finger catches lots of eyes, he’s not subtle in his declarative possessiveness.
I’m also going to be a mother too.
Day and night, Damon keeps my pussy swooshing with sloppy cum and sore from all the orgasms he took from me. I get humiliated and shy when he pours his last batch of stickiness inside, there’re webs of cum frothing on his girthy length. It’s the results of us fucking like animals and him trying to breed my little sensitive pussy.
I’m guilty of the mess the bed has when we’re done. I urge him on during sex, he’s wild and strong. He pummels and hammers my pussy into the mattress with a string of curses. I find him unhinged and savage the easiest for me to cum, it’s the snap of control that reels in the animal in him to roar and come forwards to rut me.
To take what he wants and to breed me like a naughty girl that I am.
He likes to watch my gaping pussy twitch, dewiness smeared all over my quivering folds, and the trail of cum that slides out. He would take those escaped drops and push them back into my sore cunt and fingerfucks another orgasm out of me.
Damon would put a pillow under my butt to keep his cum swooshing and clinging to my cervix. He wants a guarantee of pregnancy; he tracks my ovulating cycle and, on those days, he’s relentless and I always end up sleeping more than I’m awake.
“Does it hurt?” Damon kneads my thigh, he doesn’t go below the knee. He thinks that it would hurt me if he goes too close, he’s very considerate.
I shake my head, “Not too bad. Just a little sore. I’ll be fine in a couple of days, and you have seen me more banged up!”
His green eyes cloud over with worry, “You have to be careful, little Chloe. I want you to be more aware of your surroundings, do it for me. I would breathe a little easier knowing that you’ll be less accident-prone.”
I do try and I’d say it’s working, but sometimes luck wouldn’t have it any other way. I’ve avoided many incidents where I would have gotten at least a small bruise, but I managed to avoid them.
“You have to promise me too, promise that you’ll be careful when you go out,” I say, a plea on my lips.
He smiles, our lips meet with a slow kiss.
“I can’t live without you.” I stroke his strong jawline, staring into the depth of those green hues.
Damon pinches my chubby cheek affectionately. “I love you, little Chloe.”
Finale
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