“You better not. You’re incredible. Everything about you is incredible. This tight pussy, these perky tits. I don’t deserve any of this. Sinking into you is like heaven, and I’ll be damned if there’s a time when I ever want to leave,” I praise.
“Then don’t,” she quips, bearing back down on me, making my thoughts peel away faster than a sports car on hot asphalt.
I continue to impale her on my cock, my appetite growing claws and fangs when I notice the sizable, dick-shaped bulge pushing out her stomach. It switches between subtle and stark, highlighting every minuscule shift. Jesus fucking Christ. My orgasm is nearly here, and I can feel my mushroomed crown enlarge inside of the condom.
“Gonna come, Ace. I can’t—fuck, I thought I’d last longer than this. Wish I could paint those walls of yours, wish you could feel me dripping out of you for days after. Need you to know how much I appreciate you. Need you to know that you’remine.”
Staten still hangs on to me for insurance, the whites of her eyes dominated by burst capillaries from the exertion. My breath is heavy, suffocating my sternum like a weighted blanket, and the soreness in my thighs will surely cling to me in the late hours of the morning tomorrow.
“Trust me, I’m going to feel you for a week,” she says. “But I want you to mark me. I want everyone to know that I belong to you.”
A verbal confirmation is the only thing I need to go off like a rocket.
“Do you trust me?” I rush out.
She looks up at me, pupils as wide as moons. “Of course I do.”
Without warning, I make the executive decision to pull out of Staten at the last minute, flinging the latex off and spraying a thick, long rope of cum all over her stomach with the force of a goddamn fire hose. My hands tear through the decaying, moisture-eaten wood of the headboard, cracking it down the middle and leaving behind a ravine of toothlike splinters that’ll be hell to fix later.
Her own climax comes crashing down, evident by the wayher body arches and a scream harpoons into the silence of the night. When the crescendo quiets and her muscles slacken, I note the milky arousal that puddles in the hollow of her belly, some splattering the bottoms of her tits.
She glances up at the pathetic state of the headboard in shock. “Holy shit. Did you just break the bed?”
“In my defense, it was already close to breaking,” I heave, sweating bullets.
I’m thankful that my cock finally decides to deflate, because I need at least an hour of recovery and snacks to go again. “How was that? Was it…was it okay? Did you enjoy yourself? Did I ruin it? I really hope I didn’t ruin it. I wanted it to be perfect. Is that ridiculous? I?—”
Staten cuts off my blabbering. “Itwasperfect, Knox.”
Oh, thank God.
I’m careful to circumvent the mess I made before pressing my forehead against hers. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you.”
“You mean ‘this’?”
“No, Staten.You.I couldn’t care less about the sex. It’s your heart that I’m after.”
She tries to sit up, but the aftermath of my Slip N’ Slide prohibits any further movement.
“Let me get you cleaned up. Properly,” I tell her, hauling ass to the adjoining bathroom to retrieve a clean towel. With cotton pressed between my fingers, I sprint back to her, buck naked, and begin dabbing at the congealing cum.
I think her mouth opens to pay me gratitude, but her gaze finds a home on the disorderly bed sheets, embarrassment collaring around her pale throat in a brushstroke of scarlet. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.”
Completely clueless, I follow her line of sight, zeroing in on the tiny splotches of blood that have soaked into the linen. I discreetly peer over the bed to locate the abandoned condom,and sure enough, the tip of it is painted in the same shade of red.
I let the towel fall so I can cup Staten’s face in my hands. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize. These things happen sometimes.”
“It’s so gross. I ruined your sheets,” she cries, her kiss-swollen lips furrowed into a frown, the scleras of her eyes beginning to shimmer with tears.
“Enough of that. You didn’t ruin anything, baby,” I whisper, stroking her cheek with my thumb. “It’ll wash out. All that matters is you’re okay. Are you okay?”
Upon my apparent lack of annoyance, Staten takes a breath, releases the tense hold of her shoulders, and nuzzles into my palm. The haze from her orgasm is finally starting to relax her muscles. She’s like a lean, mean coyote showing benevolence for the first time after learning nothing but violence.
“I’m better than okay,” she replies affectionately, her hand sliding up and over mine. “You made me okay.”
22
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AT ITS FINEST
