I finally understood how my men felt. Why they were willing to risk everything for the sake of some pussy. And that was because it wasn’t just pussy. It wasn’t just sex. It never had been for them, just like it wasn’t for me. I hovered above her. My thick dick slid between her opened thighs, heading directly for her wet folds that seemed to blossom open for me like a dew-stained morning flower.
Her beauty was breathtaking to me.
And I couldn’t help myself as the words fell from my mouth.
“I love you, Julia.”
Her eyes widened a bit as she laid there beneath me, naked and exposed. “What?”
I reached down for my dick and held it against her entrance. “I said, I love you, Julia.”
“You—you do?”
I pressed my tip in. “I do.”
She gasped softly. “Fangs?”
“Yes, beautiful?”
She swallowed hard as she placed her hand over my heart. “I love you, too.”
It was all I needed. That was all it took. I wanted to take my time exploring her body. Learning her curves. Marking each and every valley of her body until every atom of her being knew it belonged to me. However, that was for another day. A day when I could get away from the guys, and away from my life, and tie her down to the bed the way Love intended for bodies to be explored.
I was much too eager to prove my love to her to do much of anything else.
“Oh, fuck,” I growled as I sank myself into her body.
“Fangs, yes,” she gasped.
I threaded our fingers back together before pinning her hands over her head. With her tits bouncing for my viewing pleasure, I snapped my hips against hers. I swiveled them before I pulled back out, and thrusted so deeply that her entire body quivered. Her walls collapsed temporarily, squeezing me for dear life as it pulled another growl up the back of my throat.
I was hers, and she was mine.
Forever, as far as I was concerned.
“I love you,” I said gruffly as the sounds of wet skin slapping wet skin filled the small spaces between us.
She wrapped her legs around me, opening herself up for more of my length. “I love you, too. Fangs, I love you. Don’t stop. Oh, my God. Don’t fucking stop, please.”
“Never,” I grunted as I nibbled along her bare shoulder. “I’ll never stop.”
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered.
“Never, ever, ever,” I growled.
“Oh, Fangs,” she choked out.
She lifted her hips in tandem with mine, meeting me thrust for thrust. Our bodies melded together and I lost all sense of time as her ecstasy dragged me under the roaring waves that rumbled around us. I released her hands long enough to scoop her into my arms. I whipped around, my back falling to the headboard as I spread my legs wide. I sat her on top of me, my dick filling her to the brim as she leaned heavily against my torso.
And as I bucked up into her body, fucking her from below, her nails raked down my arms.
“Oh, hell yeah,” she grunted of her own volition.
The sound alone filled me with a need I simply couldn’t explain. Her juices dripped down my shaft, coating my balls and sending me spiraling as I fisted her hips. I held her to me, bouncing her in my lap as I took what I wanted. And as she clung to me, her nails raking along my skin and leaving her own set of marks behind, I shot forward.
Burying my face into her breasts as she fell back to the bed.
“Weee!” she exclaimed playfully.
