I knew she was meant for me. Despite her earlier trepidation, she didn’t run from my cock. So, I gave her what she wanted … what we both needed. I pulled out and thrust my way home repeatedly, punishing her and her pussy for not showing up in my life sooner.
I became a man possessed, determined to write my name all over this pussy. To ruin her for all others, because dammit, that’s precisely what she’d done to me. In time, her legs shook and her fingernails dug into the skin of my back. She was coming again.
She cried out my name over and over.
“That’s it, baby. Give me number three,” I demanded as she came, her pussy squeezing my cock. I rode her through that third orgasm, never once letting my thrusts falter.
When she opened her eyes and peered up at me with a look of amazement clouding her gaze, I almost came right then and there. But fuck that. I was determined to feel her walls clamp down around me at least one more time before I let my own release happen.
I rolled our bodies over so that she was on top of me. Mia lowered her head to mine, kissing me, even though she still panted to catch her breath. I squeezed her hips, loving the extra swell of her body.
She sat up, impaled on my dick, and pressed a hand to my abdomen. I lifted my feet to the bed and pressed her to lay back against my thighs. I raised my hips while holding her in place by her waist. I rode her from the bottom, keeping her trapped against my legs with my hand.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she croaked out as she wrapped her hands around my arms, holding on as if I was an amusement park ride she wanted to make sure she didn’t fall off.
“So good,” I groaned as I slid my cock in and out of her.
She felt so damned good. I wasn’t sure how I had held on this long. But when her walls began to quiver again and her hips jerked against my thrusts, I knew she was ready for number four.
“C-Can’t … too … much,” she panted.
“Fuck that,” I growled. “Take all of me, Mia. It’s not too much,” I insisted.
With that, she came apart again. A slew of incoherent murmurings fell from her lips as the fourth orgasm slammed into her. This time, my body couldn’t hold out any longer. I came from the way she milked my cock for everything I had in me.
“So damn good,” I groaned as the final spurts of cum shot into the condom. With a heaving sigh, I managed to roll our bodies so that we were on our sides, facing one another. We both panted, straining for much needed oxygen. And still, I refused to pull out of her.
In fact, I curled her leg over my hip, inserting my semi-erect cock inside of her even deeper. Mia moaned, her eyes half closed, lips swollen, and her skin glowing from complete satisfaction.
I couldn’t take her again. Despite what my body was telling me. She was exhausted. I leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Before I could pull back, she reached up and cupped my face. “Stay with me tonight,” she whispered.
There was a plea in her voice that I was powerless to ignore, even if I had wanted to. As it were, I didn’t want to. I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the night with her body curled in my arms.
“Tonight and every other night,” I replied with another kiss on her lips.
Her eyes floated closed, and for the first time in … ever, something bloomed inside of my chest. It was the feeling I got while watching an early sunrise. The promise of great things to come.
I held onto Mia a little tighter and allowed myself to fall asleep.
CHAPTER8
Mia
“Why a coffee shop?” Brutus asked, his lips grazing the back of my earlobe as he spoke.
We laid curled up in my bed after yet another round of sex. Seriously, the man had to be a damn robot. He woke me up at least two different times during the night. The first time it was with his head between my legs, bringing me to a full-on orgasm before I realized it wasn’t a dream. The second time, I awakened to my legs resting on his shoulders right before he slipped inside of me. He counted every single one of my orgasms throughout the night.
We were up to twelve.
I should’ve been exhausted, but I felt better than I had in a long time. Like, fuck sleep when his dick and mouth were all I needed to fill my energy cup.
My lips curled into a satisfied grin as I faced the window across the room, the sunlight streaming through it. My back pressed against Brutus’ chest while he stroked his fingertips up and down the length of my arm.
“I worked at a coffee shop throughout college. It was how I paid for all of my books and apartment the last two years in school. I loved it,” I admitted. “It wasn’t one of the big chain places. It had been around for thirty years before I started working there. Some of our customers had been there since the beginning. The coffee shop was like a second or third home for many of them.”
I flipped over onto my back to face him.
