Every one of his thrusts speaks volumes of possession, love, and our optimistic future.
Now, on our way to our honeymoon, not only am I excited as hell, but my body is eager to have Bobby again before we land.
“Milk my cock,” he orders gruffly, shoving my hips downward to meet each propel of his hips. “Spread your thighs wider for me. I’m not done.”
I don’t have much more space, but I comply, earning more and more with each punishing stroke of his cock.
I moan, placing sloppy kisses along Bobby’s neck to keep him going. To show him how much I love it when he doesn’t take me gently.
When he doesn’t think of me as some fragile socialite that can’t handle a bit of brute force when her man is trying to possess and own her soul, mind, and heart.
Bobby turns his head, prompting me to shift and look down at him, and that’s what does it.
It’s the deep-seated adoration he has for me.
Those green eyes that exhibit I’m his whole world. That he’d burn it down for me.
I’ve never been looked upon like I was someone’s universe.
His daydream.
Ever since that nickname, that simple word, Bobby revealed all.
I’m what he wants, no matter how much his mother wished for someone different. He chose me, and I will always choose him.
“I love you, Bobby,” I utter, feeling it with my entire being. “I’m so—” His next drive inside me is so deep that I gasp at the stab of pain that hits my damn womb.
My face skews when Bobby’s lips clasp around mine, drawing me back in for a greedy kiss.
His tongue devours me with long strokes, demanding to taste my orgasm when it comes from my throat. Large handsspread my ass, and then I whimper when the pad of one of his fingers presses into said hole.
“Bobby…”
“Mhm?” he grumbles, his tongue lapsing against mine.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Oh, Daydream, you can.” He pushes a little harder, and I stiffen. “And you will.”
One more shove and he’s barely inside my ass, but it’s enough to trigger my orgasm, causing my hips to rock, his finger to go a little deeper, and it’s chaotic.
I’m a screaming-moaning mess even with Bobby’s gluttonous kisses.
He groans before I feel him twitch and stills as I continue riding his cock like it’s my lifeline. “Keep going. Keep riding my cock. Take all that fucking cum.”
A lightheadedness drapes over my brain, but it’s not enough to stop me from what I’m doing.
I want him reeling like I still currently am. I’m on a high that is so breathlessly exquisite I don’t know how anything else will compare.
But I know Bobby will try.
Bobby’s arm tightly wraps around me as I lay my head along his shoulder. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I fib, because I feel like if I say that there was some, he’d never do what he did again. “I’m okay.”
And I definitely am.
I want to go again.
