Everything is happening fast, and it’s not at all how I imagined it. In my mind it was going to be slower, more detailed, but I don’t have the patience to be slow and gentle tonight. I need to bury my cock in my girl so much that my whole body is aching. I have a hold of her long hair, bundled tightly in my fist. I’m not even thinking, I’m just doing right now.
All it takes is one long thrust of my hips and I’m fully inside my girl, and she cries out from the pain. My cock jerks inside of her, and I feel like I’ve been punched in the chest. I hate that I’m causing her pain, but I can’t deny the pleasure coursing through my whole body. I should stop, let her adjust to my size, but something inside me is roaring for me to take her fully. I won’t be satisfied until my cum is dripping down her sweet thighs.
Mine.
It’s only when Ellie lifts her hips up, encouraging me to keep going that I lose control. I pull all the way out and slam back inside of her tight pussy. Her cries mix with my groans of pleasure.
“I’m okay, take what you need from me.” It’s a broken whisper because I’m knocking her breath right out of her with the rough thrusts of my cock stretching her. I can feel pressure building in my lower stomach. I’m not going to last much longer. She’s too wet, too tight, too fucking perfect. I bottom out deep inside her pussy once again and then pull fully out of my girl. I glance down at my cock, and even in the dim room, I can see that I’m covered in her blood.
“Mine,” I tell her, and I don’t expect her to understand the adrenaline coursing through me right now. Ellie finally belongs to me, and I can’t believe how much she’s given me tonight.
Before she can reply, I’m pushing inside her with one long stroke. My chest is flush against her pert breasts, and nothing has ever felt as sweet. I dip my head and kiss away the tears streaking down the apples of her cheeks. I thrust harder, and I’m so pleased when Ellie’s eyes roll back. I know that she’s finally feeling the pleasure of my cock filling, and that only spurs me on.
“Eyes on me, baby,” I growl out the words as I thrust my hips harder. I’m fucking jealous of nothing right now. I want her eyes and all of her attention squarely on me.
Ellie’s eyes flutter open and she smiles prettily at me when our gazes lock. I brush my mouth against her mouth, swallowing her soft moans that I’m pulling from her.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I couldn’t take you gently tonight,” I tell her, and I feel her pussy clench around my dick. I make a mental note that Ellie likes when I speak to her sweetly while I’m fucking her roughly. “Do you like when I’m rough, Ellie girl?” I ask and that’s it, that’s what she wanted me to ask.
I feel Ellie tremoring, tight walls clenching, trying to pull me deeper. “That’s my good girl. Do you even know how good you take my cock?” I can barely keep talking because I’m not far behind her. I dip my face in the crook of her neck, and I swear my hips are pistoning harder.
“As well as you fuck my pussy, Cillian.” Ellie’s sweet voice sends me over the edge. My entire body jerks as my cock spasms inside her wet pussy. I’m finally filling my girl up to the hilt with hot cum.
It’s not enough.
I want to be deeper inside my girl. I pull all the way out and then push my cock and cum as far inside of Ellie as I can. I’m fully spent, and I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus, my orgasm was that strong. Still, I’m flexing my hips, trying to make sure I’m as deep as I can possibly get.
We lay there for a long time just like that. Ellie beneath me, legs still around me, and it feels like we were always meant to be just like this. I shift my weight, rolling us on our sides because I want to fall asleep inside of my girl, but I also don’t want to crush her.
“Don’t pull out,” she gasps sleepily, and it makes me smile, pulling her into my chest.
“You never have to worry about that, baby,” I say against the side of her head, pressing a kiss there before my eyes flutter shutwith sleepiness. “I promise,” I say, already falling asleep, still inside of her where I belong.
ELLIE
It’s the first Christmas morning I’ve ever looked forward to, and man…it doesn’t disappoint. Cillian shifts closer beneath the heavy blankets, his body warm and solid against mine. He tucks his face against my chest like he’s trying to burrow inside my skin, like the only place he can breathe is here, held in my arms. If anyone were watching, which I know would never happen with how possessive Cillian is, it would probably look funny. This hulk of a broody coach wrapped in my much smaller arms. I run my fingers through his blond hair and down the strong line of his back, and he lets out a low, content groan that vibrates against me.
The sound melts something inside me because I know with absolute certainty that he’s never made that noise for another soul.
He presses slow, lingering kisses along my breasts, stopping only to give each nipple enough attention to make me whine his name, then he moves up to my collarbone. Each kiss feels like a promise, like he’s relearning what tenderness feels like and letting himself savor every second. His lips trail up my neck, brushing the sensitive skin there as he nuzzles closer.
“Ellie girl…” he whispers against my throat, voice rough with sleep. “I can’t keep from saying it anymore.”
He lifts his head just enough to look down at me, propped on one elbow, blue eyes painfully vulnerable.
“I love you so much it hurts,” he says, breath shaking. “You have my whole heart. And I can say without a doubt that you’re the only person I’ve ever loved… and the only one I ever will.”
A shiver runs through my entire body, because no one has ever said anything like that to me. Not with certainty. Not with devotion. Not with their soul seemingly trembling in their hands the way his are right now.
“Oh, Cillian, I love you too,” I whisper back, sliding my fingers into his hair. “I’ve loved you this entire time.”
He looks almost startled. Like he wasn’t expecting me to say it back, like part of him still thinks he doesn’t deserve to be loved that way. I stroke the side of his stubbly jaw, and he leans into my touch immediately like he’s hungry for it, greedy for it. My beautiful, touch-starved man.
“You don’t think I do,” I say softly. “But I promise you that you are my favorite person on this whole planet, and the only one that I love.”
He doesn’t speak.
Instead, he kisses me. It’s deep, consuming, and desperate, like he needs it to survive. He shifts on top of me, settling between my legs under the blankets, not with heat or urgency, but like he just needs to be closer to me than is even physically possible. His body covers mine like he’s trying to shield me from the entire world, and I hope that I can show him along the way that he’s done that for me since the day we met.
