Don’t mistake what I’m saying. Our connection is about more than lust. Even if doctors prohibited me from touching her for eternity, I’d still stay by her side, supporting and loving her.
That’s what love is.
It isn’t an infatuation that dies down in a couple of months. It’s years of yearning, even when your soulmate is in the room with you. Months of deceit while trying to convince yourself that they’re not who you want, and decades of commitment.
My knees throb when my obsession with Macy’s taste sees me bringing her to climax again and again. I don’t stop until she soaks the bedding under her fantastic ass, and I can’t help but notice how much more she enjoys my hands on her than her own.
Pleasure pools in my stomach so hard and fast that before Macy is even halfway back from the cloud, I tear through the condom my pocket hasn’t been without for the past two weeks while we waited for the doctor’s approval to move our relationship into sexual territory.
After a quick scan of the room, I flip Macy onto her stomach before pulling back on her hips. A groan shreds through my throat when the head of my cock pierces the slipperiness between her legs. She’s drenched from front to back and grinding back down on my dick like she can’t wait a second longer.
“Look at me,” I demand, staring at her reflection in the wall of mirrors.
The built-in closets with mirrored doors were designed for practicality, but at the moment, they are showcasing the most sensual image I have ever seen.
Macy’s cheeks are heated and flushed, her eyes are wide, and even after she drenched the sheets with proof of her multiple arousals, she shows no signs of embarrassment.
Even if she couldn’t feel what her body does to me, she can see it. Not from gawking at my cock, which hasn’t stopped throbbing over the past thirty minutes, but from the sheer admiration in my eyes.
I am obsessed with this woman, utterly and wholly devoured by her. She ismine, and it will take more than a bullet to steal her from me.
“Ready?”
When she nods, I guide my cock through the seam of her pussy, coating myself in her juices.
“You’re so fucking wet.” I don’t recognize my voice, but for once, it’s not that annoying dweeb I should have dumped when I reached my tweens. It is deep and masculine, and one hundred percent claiming.
I’ve fantasized about this for years.
Fucking her.
Claiming her.
Owning every inch of her.
And it is finally coming true.
“Luckiest fucking man in the world,” I murmur while sinking deep inside her.
She can’t take all of me, but boy, does she give it her best shot. She swallows my cock like she was born to do it, before she swivels her hips, welcoming in another inch or two.
I flex my dick, moaning when her pussy responds by tightening around me, before I find her eyes. “Tell me when you’re ready for me to move, fre?—”
“Now! I’m ready now,” she interrupts, breathing heavily.
Her begs make me hot all over, and I can’t wait to force more of them out of her mouth. For now, though, I slowly withdraw my dick before stuffing it back in, a little more impatient this time.
“Mm,” Macy purrs, my balls feeling the vibration. “You feel so good.”
Not as fucking good as she looks swamped by my body. I tower over her, and even though I’m searching her face for any signs of pain or distress, I can’t miss how well I fill her. She’s taking my cock like a real champ, so it is only fair that I answer the silent pleas in her eyes by thrusting in and out of her in a steady rhythm.
“So good. You’re taking my cock so well.”
I rock in and out, drawing choked moans and pleas for more. She almost takes me to the base when the eagerness of our rocks sees one of my hands shifting from her hip to her shoulder. I pull her down on me again and again, filling the room with the delicious sound of skin slapping skin.
“P-please,” Macy begs as her body begins to shake.
I take her harder. Fiercely. I fuck her until her body jerks and the droplets of sweat dribbling down the column of her beautiful neck puddle on the hand curled around her throat.
