Slowly, I sink into her, my eyes snapping shut. The warmth of her, the sound of her moan right where I can hear it are almost too overwhelming. She clenches around me, and it’s almost enough to make me come right here and now.
I start snapping my hips forward, setting a steady, firm rhythm. Blair’s hands find their way underneath my shirt, clawing at my back, promising to leave a mark. My vision blurs for a moment, the feeling of sudden ache and desire making me pick up the pace.
I find her thighs, gripping them tightly enough to bruise, yanking them forward. Blair immediately wraps them around my waist, my hand moving to the small of her back, propping her upwards.
“Fuck,” she croaks out.
“You feel so fucking good, butterfly,” I moan, kissing her.
My girl kisses me back, and this is the feeling I’ll never get tired of. The softness of her lips, the way she pours all of her affection, love, and need into the kiss. The taste of her on my tongue will never be washed off, and I’ll be the happiest man alive to kiss her until we grow old.
My tongue pushes past the seam of her lips, tasting every inch of her mouth. Her tongue mingles with mine, my cock twitching inside her at the feeling.
“Arlo,” she moans, back arching. “More. I need more.”
“Tell me what you need, butterfly,” I breathe out. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Harder. Faster. Rougher.”
Her words reach me, and I’m shocked for a moment. I’ve been taking it easy on her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, and making sure she’s alright. But when she asks for more, something in me snaps.
The years of obsession. The nights of yearning. The days of despair.
All of it comes crashing down on me in this moment, and I’m gone. My heart threatens to burst with love for Blair. The only woman who’s ever mattered. The only woman whose life matters more than my own. The only woman I’d burn this world down for.
I start fucking her with all vigor, reaching the deepest parts of her. Her sound of pleasure is like the sweetest thing that has graced my ears.
Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes glossy from desire. She’s looking at me through hooded lids, grasping at my back, pulling me closer to her. Her heartbeat is in sync with mine, my eyes snapping shut as I allow myself to bask in this moment.
“You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock, butterfly,” I whisper, making her shiver again. “You’ll be a good girl and come for me, won’t you?”
She nods. “Yes, please.”
My hand reaches for her clit, rubbing her aching, swollen bud. Her eyes roll to the back of her head in ecstasy, another wave of sounds slipping past her lips. Her body trembles, and when she orgasms, she moans my name loud enough for the entire city to hear.
Good.
They should fucking know she belongs to me.
Blair’s pussy squeezes around my cock, and I continue to slam into her, watching her face carefully as she rides the wave of her orgasm. Slowly, she starts breathing heavily, and I’m about to pull out, but her legs keep me trapped.
“If you don’t let me pull out—”
“It’s okay,” she murmurs. “I want to feel all of you inside me.”
“You—I—,” I stutter, eyes wide. My cock twitches, balls tightening when her suggestion registers in my mind. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
An animalistic growl comes from my throat, and I start moving again, fucking her deeper, harder, rougher. My hands are on her hips, pulling her to match my thrusts, until I explode inside of her, holding her tightly, making sure every single drop of my cum is inside of her.
“Fuck, butterfly. You took me like such a good girl.”
And the cute girl only blushes in response.
THIRTY
“Would you quit squirming?”
