“Tell me what I want to hear.”
I knew what he wanted to hear because I wanted it too. “Fucking fill me up. Please.”
“As you wish.”
He walked us to the loveseat, plopping me on it, twirling his finger and telling me to turn. My arms hung over the back, my ass wiggling for him. A sharp pain was planted on my ass.
“Tell me again what you want,” he hissed at my ear. His hands were all over my body, teasing me every chance he could.
“I want you inside.”
“And.” He nipped at my ear, his tip teasing my entrance, ready to sink into me.
“Fill me. Breed me.” The wanton in me pleaded.
Without hesitation, Shooter’s thick cock sank into me, stretching me over again. Both of us released a moan. It felt perfect, like I was made for him, I belonged with him wholly.
“I’d be happy to do that every day if you asked me to.” He slowly pulled his cock out and back in.
“Shooter, fuck me. Stop with the gentle shit.” I groaned, needing him to move.
Smack.My ass was going to be so red by the end of the night.
“What do you say?”
“Please,” I whimpered.
Without any reprieve, he fucked me relentlessly, deeper and harder. My head lolled from side to side. I needed this, I needed to feel him. To be lost without thinking.
He fucked me hard and deep as his cock hitting in all the right places. I almost bit the loveseat from screaming too loud. But I knew there was no one around to hear me.
Emotions welled up, tears threatening to spill.
“I’m close, peaches,” he boomed as he pistoned into me. Seconds turned into minutes and I just erupted into my orgasm that was coming without mercy.
“Please,” I begged.
“Come with me,” he demanded, as if it was a promise and a demand.
In and out. In and out. His hand pinched my clit until I exploded on his cock and his cock spilled every ounce into me. Our waves of pleasure rode together. Our sounds mixed in with each other. He kept fucking me until I cried out louder and then he slowed his pace. His cum leaked out of me, dripping down. He was still waiting for his wave to slow down.
Fuck, everything was sensitive, I mean one puff of air and I would be withering down on the ground.
Shooter’s steady breathing soothed the drop from the bliss high I was having. He leaned down, his head resting at the top of my shoulders. “I can’t get enough of you.” He softly placed a kiss on my shoulder.
“I could say the same for you, sugar.” I wheezed, trying to catch my breath.
Shooter pulled out of me, and the empty feeling came back, but in a good way. It was my way of knowing that I would never be without. I felt the coolness of the wet cloth, cleaning me up, but not without Shooter playing the dripping of cum, trailing it back to my pussy. What a claiming it felt like.
He slipped his shirt over me and slipped back into his pants, walking back to canvas. This was our normal, enjoying each other just being around each other. I would snooze on the couch as he finished his inspiration. And later he would scoop me into my truck and take us back to the compound. I’d nuzzle him as he would put us into his bed.
My mind dreamed of the day we could call itourbed. When Shooter crept into my life, I never imagined that I would have a happily ever after. That he would be my forever. But now, I had imagined what that life looked like. A house, a dog, and maybe little feet roaming around with his brown eyes and the playfulness and fire of him. Oh to playfully call him “daddy” after all this time he said he wanted to make dreams come true, or even when he said to make him one if I were to call him that. It was all play, right?
Or were we unleashing that part of us, the hidden part that wishes for things that may not be possible right now?
In the early morning light, back in his room at the compound, I woke to see myself cling onto him, my cheek resting on his chest. His arm protectively and possessively wrapped around my side. The warm light radiated his tanned skin, the softnessbeneath the hard shell. I loved this man, and now I wasn’t afraid to think it or say it. Mostly, I wasn’t afraid to feel it.
I had to trust him that he knew what he was doing. Did I like that he was risking his life to free mine? Absolutely not. Do I wish that it could have changed differently or there was a better solution? Yes. It gutted me thinking that part of this was on me. I never asked to be saved. I never asked for help.
