“Does that feel good?” I asked her.
She gave me a breathy confirmation that I wasn’t quite sure was words, and I kept going all the way down to my knot.
“Do you need a moment?” I asked.
“No,” she said quickly. “Fuck me.”
I could never deny her anything, especially not something this sweet. She was so wet I could easily slide in and out, giving it to her exactly how she wanted. I leaned down and stole a dirty, rough kiss, one that had our teeth mashing and tongues tangled.
I angled back slightly as I pressed in and knew I’d hit her G-spot when she moaned into my mouth. My fingers came down to circle her clit, our combined wetness making it easy to play with.
“Fuck, Brooks, don’t stop. I’m going to come.”
I groaned, her words sending me spiraling toward release quicker than I wanted. “Yes, honey. Come around my cock. Show me how much you love it.”
I kept a consistent rhythm as I fucked her, craning my neck down and nipping at her shoulder, giving her that slight bit of pain I was sure would take her over the edge.
My assumption was correct, and I felt as her walls tightened around me, her nails digging so hard into my back I would for sure have marks tomorrow. And I’d wear those proudly.
My knot swelled with need. I wanted to tie us together, claim her as mine in every way I could. “Can I knot you, honey?”
“Do it,” she cried through her orgasm.
I pressed into her further, feeling the knot stretch her impossibly further and grip around me. As soon as I was through to the base, I came hard, flooding her with me. Knotting her felt like another part of my brain unlocked and made me even more obsessed with this woman, which would have seemed impossible before this moment.
I wrapped myself around her and turned us to the side, my leg thrown over hers.
She wiggled a bit, and I sucked in a sharp breath. “Are we… stuck together?” she asked.
“Yeah, until my knot goes down. Sorry; I should have told you.”
She landed a small kiss on my nose. “It’s okay, I kind of like it. Is that to, like… make your partner get pregnant?”
An image of Sydney pregnant with my kid flashed through my mind, and I felt a slight bit more cum leak from me. But I pushed that away quickly. We definitely weren’t ready for that yet.
“As a barrier, yes, so the cum stays there, but not in any other way.”
“It feels nice,” she said, and bore down on it slightly.
My cock hardened once more. “Baby, if you ever want to disconnect, you can’t do that.”
She shuffled around a bit, teasing me. “Hm, doesn’t seem so bad to me.”
I flipped us so she was now on top of me. She sat up easily and pressed her hands to my chest. I held mine over hers, loving how soft they were. They were so drastically different from my own, rough, calloused ones, and it was something else I loved about her.
Love.
That word stuck in my head as I gazed up at her. As she humped back and forth, chasing her pleasure as she rode my cock. As I came inside her once more.
I was falling in love with Sydney Jacobs.
Chapter eighteen
Brooks
I loaded the lastof the produce from the truck onto the front of our table. As I glanced around, I was happy with the abundance we had. Our entire family was taking up four stalls, between produce, meat, honey, and body care. It seemed to expand every year, and every year I got to see the fruits of my family’s labor spread out in front of me. It made me appreciate how hard they all worked and how much the farm meant to them.
Though it made me happy, this time always made my hands shake. Today set the general tone for the whole year. Last year it rained for a lot of the day, and sales just weren’t as solid as usual. Though it hadn’t put us in the danger zone, it hadn’t been good either.
