He groaned, then slammed in one final time and froze, muscles locked. I could feel his cock pulse as he came, hot and thick, filling me up in a way I’d never felt before.
He collapsed over me, chest heaving, breath hot against my neck.
For a long time, neither of us moved. I just lay there, face mashed against the cool wood, his weight pinning me in place.
Eventually, he pulled out, then gathered me up in his arms and turned me around to face him. He kissed me, softer this time, mouth gentle and warm.
“You okay?” he asked, searching my face.
“I’ve never been better,” I said, and meant it.
He grinned, then carried me—actually carried me—off the table and into the living room, where he sat down with me on hislap. I curled against his chest, feeling his heartbeat slow from a jackhammer to a steady, comforting thump.
He stroked my hair, then kissed the top of my head. “You’re mine now,” he said, voice soft but final.
I didn’t argue.
The house was quiet, except for the chicks, who started peeping again as if nothing had changed.
But everything had.
I’d never felt more wanted, or more alive.
And I never wanted it to end.
We sat like that for a long time, the only sound the soft peeping of chicks in their box and the wind outside pressing at the glass.
My ass ached, my muscles trembled, and I was leaking his cum down the inside of my thigh. I should have felt exposed, raw, but all I felt was safe.
He kept me on his lap, rocking just a little, as if I was something fragile he’d found and wasn’t ready to let go of. Eventually, he spoke, voice quiet but certain.
“You ever want to stop, you tell me.”
I leaned in and kissed him, tasting the salt and sweetness on his lips. “I don’t want to stop.”
He smiled, then nuzzled my neck. “Good. Because I want you. Every damn day.”
The words made me warm all over. I curled in closer, letting the heat of his body sink into my bones.
After a while, he shifted, and I felt his cock start to harden again under me.
“You don’t quit, do you?” I teased.
He shrugged, but his hands started roaming, squeezing my ass, kneading my thigh. “Not when it’s this good.”
He lifted me up, turned me to straddle his lap and then lowered me onto his hardening cock. The first push was brutal.Not because I didn’t want it, but because Rawley was so big, and he didn’t hold back.
He pushed into me slow, giving me time, but the burn was instant and all-consuming. I clawed at his shoulders, back arching, legs spread wide, desperate for the pain to become something else.
He paused, buried deep, and cupped the side of my head, turning my face so I had to look at him. “Breathe,” he whispered, voice gruff with need.
I did. Each breath stung, but I wanted more, needed more.
He pulled out halfway, then drove back in, setting a pace that was punishing but perfect. The old couch shrieked under every thrust, the whole house echoing with the slap of skin and the low, animal sounds that spilled out of us.
Rawley grabbed my wrists, pinning them my back with one giant hand. With the other, he dug into my hip, holding me in place so I couldn’t escape even if I’d wanted to.
“You’re mine now,” he growled, lips at my ear. The same words he’d used before, the same deep impact.
