“One day, right now I’m gonna fuck my Queen to practice for cute little brown-haired girls with their mother’s spirit. I’m gonna fuck you right here in this garden for the rest of our lives if that’s what it takes,” I growled and pumped my hips slow and hard, in and out. Her nails dug into my arms, and I picked up the pace.
“Yes!” She lifted her hips up to meet every thrust.
“You’re everything I knew you’d be.” I watched her writhe beneath me and slowed my relentless pounding as flowers of all different colors sprouted around her head. I’d called her my queen before, but I was wrong. She was a goddess, a gift that I’d cherish forever. I got to love her, and with any luck, she’d love me too.
“You’re so beautiful.” My head dropped to taste her lips as I fucked her harder. I inhaled every moan, every gasp, and every cry for more. The wind whipped around us as I lost myself in her. I heard trees breaking in the distance but couldn’t find it in me to care. I wouldn’t damage her house, but everything else could fuck off.
I commanded a warm spring breeze to become an extension of myself, feeling her, rubbing her breasts, and pinching her nipples as my cock drove inside her over and over.
Suddenly her hands were at my chest and she was pushing me up, then down. Vines gripped my body and pulled me into some rows of plants, then released me. Before I could protest, Hazel positioned herself on top of me before impaling herself with a satisfied bite on her bottom lip.
My goddess wanted to ride me? I was all hers.
Those locs weaved with golden clips hung over her breasts as she rocked back and forth, then lifted her hips and slid down.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” I gripped her hips and pounded her pussy from below. She cried out and arched over me, lining up her tits with my mouth. I nipped and sucked one, then moved to the other while she moaned loud enough to shake the trees.
“Oh, Maddox.” Her body tightened and pleasure shot down my spine to my cock. I lifted my hips faster while pulling her body down on top of me.
“Come for me, Hazel.” I released one hand to pull on her hair. It was a gamble since some women didn’t like their hair being pulled but Hazel’s hair gave her confidence, she wore it the way she wanted with pride and honor. It made her feel sexy.
I gambled correctly when seconds later, she was coming on my cock.
“Maddox, oh, oh!” Her head snapped up and she cried into the air, and I’d never seen a more beautiful sight.
As she came down from her orgasmic high, blooms opened all around us in the garden. They glowed in the moonlight, accentuating the magic occurring between us.
“Did you?” She breathed and collapsed onto my chest, her hand moving over my arms lazily. I lifted my hips to prove that my cock was still very hard for her.
“Nope. I’m not even close to being done with you.” I chuckled and worked on her orgasm number two.
We’d switched positions a few times, and I’d used the wind to play with her tits and to raise goosebumps over her sweet brown skin. When we finally collapsed in a sweat- and dirt- covered heap in her garden, I held her close and basked in the star’s glow.
Chapter Twenty- Eight
Hazel
A swirling motion on my hip woke me from the best sleep I’ve had in a long time. Strong arms tightened against my waist, reminding me were I’d slept.
“Morning.” I nestled against Maddox’s bare chest, absorbing his warmth.
“I’m glad I got a porch swing that’s big enough for us.” His rough morning voice stirred the ever-growing need for him to be inside me.
“I got it for all my other man slaves. You’re not special.” I smiled, enjoying the way we bantered with each other.
“Did your other man slaves ever fuck you in the garden where you screamed,’ Oh you’re the best! Oh yes! Grip my hair harder! Oh, your dick feels so good! Oh! Oh!’” He changed his voice to mock my loud performance last night and I blushed.
“Every Tuesday they did.” I wouldn’t let him win this round between us. The hand that rubbed my hip gently descended toward my bare sex, as I watched his dick grow toward me. After our romp in the garden, we had managed to make it to the porch swing to cuddle before falling asleep naked together.
“Then I win, it’s not a Tuesday. I plan to make you scream every day,” he whispered against my hair as his fingers caressed my needy core. Shivers danced across my flesh, like they did every time he declared a future together.
I didn’t know how I would ever let him go. As soon as the thought entered my head, I forced it out. I needed to enjoy this time and moment now. I wouldn’t think about him leaving or how I still feared giving him my heart again.
He teased me with his fingers until I couldn’t take it anymore. I climbed on top of him, impaling myself on his dick. I couldn’t get enough of him.
After our morning swing sex, we took a shower together and made breakfast. Despite the edge of the Collector’s visit hanging over us, we managed to find some peace. We chatted about memories of our past without pain attached to them. Last night had stripped us bare, physically and emotionally. Perhaps we could move beyond our past.
“So, I have nothing on the agenda today. What do you wanna do?” I asked, taking a bite of my vegan strawberry and banana muffin. I was surprised to see Maddox pick one up and inhale it in one chomp. He was coming around to my way of things, and vegan diets were proven to help athletic builds like him.
