“Yes!” I cry out.
He notches the head of his cock at the center of my pussy.
“Only for me,” he says as he thrusts forward.
My back arches as he fills me. There’s no pain, only a sense of fullness as my body stretches to accommodate him.
“Only for you,” I agree. “Just you and me. No one else.”
“Good girl,” he growls as he pulls back his hips before driving them forward again. “You’re such a fucking good girl, taking all of my cock into your eager little pussy.”
“Yes,” I moan.
It feels better than his tongue or his fingers. So much better. He fills me, stretching my pussy, and making my walls flutter as he rams into me with unexpected force.
He’s done treating me like I’m fragile. He’s treating me like I’m his.
“You feel too good,” he says between gritted teeth. “My balls are gonna explode if I don’t come inside you. Fuck. Rachel. Your pussy was made for my cock. Hand-fucking-crafted for me.”
I’m beyond words as he pounds his hips into mine. The force makes my rolls jiggle. Heat is creeping up my spine, making every nerve come alive as he chases his pleasure and mine.
“Give me your thigh pretty girl. You know how much I love these legs.”
He guides one of my legs up onto his hip and it changes the angle. Suddenly he’s sinking deeper into me, his cock hitting a spot that has my pussy soaking him until it makes a squelching sound with every thrust.
“You’re too good for a man like me, but I don’t give a fuck. You’re mine.”
My head tips back, chin pointing to the ceiling as I come screaming his name into the rafters. I’m still clenching, still gushing when his hips falter and his breathing becomes heavy. He comes inside me, hot seed making my spine tingle as he fills me to the brim.
“Good filthy fucking girl,” he says when he slumps onto the bed beside me. “I’m never going to let you out of this bed.”
We fall asleep just like that. Sticky, entangled, and messy. I’d have it no other way.
Dominic
Two days later I’ve pulled out a map of Crescent ridge and Rachel has her business plan spread out across the kitchen table when my phone rings.
I sigh. I don’t need to check the number. Rachel giggles as I shuffle reluctantly over to the counter.
“Glad to see the receptions cleared up,” my abuela says in a dry tone when I answer.
“Hello to you too,” I murmur.
“Roads are clear.”
Stubborn old woman doesn’t bother beating around the bush. She lunges in for the kill.
“We noticed.”
There’s a lengthy pause filled with smug satisfaction.
“We?” she repeats in a saccharine overly innocent tone.
“Listen closely because I’m only going to say this once.”
She remains silent for the first time in her life.
“You did good, Abuela.”
