I try to pull out but the first jet of cum spurts inside her. And then the second. Andthird.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
We stare at one other, and an aching need forms inside me. The feeling is unlike the sexual appetite pulsating through my body and cock. It’s a complicated desire that blankets my obsessive craving for EmmaLia.
“Tell me that you love me.” I need this from her more than I need air in mylungs.
“I love you, Mr. Broussard.” She doesn’t hesitate, and the smile that accompanies her words is as sweet as anangel’s.
Fuck. My chest constricts, the ache intensifying rather than easing. Because I know behind my chest wall within my heart that I have betrayed her, and I must confess my sin againsther.
My body trembles from the intensity of my orgasm, but also from the fear. Fear that I’m going to lose her. Fear that she’s going to leave me when she learns thetruth.
Hope is a companion to my fear. Hope that she will forgive me. Hope that she will not lose her faith in me. Hope that she will still loveme.
“I love you, mon bien-aimé.”
Sex, punishments, and obedience are what held me to my former subs. But not Emma Lia. It’s her beautiful surrender, our love and devotion to one another, and the pure, naked truth of showing each other who we trulyare.
She gives me more than her body. She gives me her trust. And I have betrayed that trust because my love for her didn’t recognizeboundaries.
Her breath becomes steady, and I’m afraid that she is on the verge of falling asleep. And I need her to stay awake. “Mon bien-aimé.”
“Um-hum?”
“I need to talk toyou.”
She sighs. “Allright.”
“Do you plan to marry oneday?”
“Yes. I would liketo.”
“What kind of man do you see yourselfmarrying?”
She toys with the back of my hair. “A handsome Creole Dom with olive skin and the most beautiful blue eyes that I’ve ever seen. One who fucks me hard but also loves megently.”
Is she serious? Or running off at the mouth because she’s drunk? I can’ttell.
“And babies? Do you wantthose?”
“I want to have his little Creole babies. And I want him to teach them Cajun-French, and I want to live happily ever after with my little Creolefamily.”
In the event that the alcohol is forcing her to tell me her true feelings, I need to pushfarther.
“How soon do you see yourself marrying this CreoleDom?”
“I would marry himnow.”
“That soon,eh?”
Her legs tighten around my waist and her arms squeeze my upper body. “Mmm… yes. I lovehim.”
“Would you be angry if his little Creole baby was inside you rightnow?”
