“There she is.” I smiled, leaning down to kiss her lips gently.
She whispered, “Shooter?” her voice was still groggy from sleep.
“You know who it is, peaches,” I said.
“What… what are you?” she started to ask as my cock thrust into her, stretching her. “Oh, fuck.”
“Such a sleepy girl.”
“I thought I was dreaming you were waking me up.” She moaned, as she tried to separate her arms to wrap them around me. She didn’t get very far.
“Waking you up in the best possible way.” I nipped at her ear.
It didn’t take long before her first orgasm fluttered around my cock, but I wasn’t ready to spill into her. At least, not yet.
“Shooter…” she cried, riding out her orgasm. I continued to thrust into her. The little vixen tried to wiggle her arms up and touch me, thinking this was a passionate play, but I pinned her arms above her head, and her eyes fully opened.
“I’m here to take care of you. To show you that you’re supposed to come to me with your troubles.” She tried to piece it together, and then opened her mouth to argue. She wouldn’t get the chance to, not when her sleep eye mask was stuffed in her mouth. “You had your chance to talk.”
She whimpered, completely at my mercy.
Chapter 32
Amelia
It was one thing to talk about it; it was another to put it into action. But I never imagined it would be this exhilarating. You know when you have those sex dreams that you feel are real but you wake up and it isn’t… yeah that wasn’t it. Because that dream became a reality and when you wake up to a giant sexy god-like man filling you until you are on the brink of seeing stars, you thank whoever put them in your path.
I moaned through the eye mask in my mouth. My hands were restrained, pinned underneath his body, cuffed together, which only made things ten times more sensitive and heightened.
“Shooter…” I muffled through the mask.
He shook his head. “You have something you want to tell me?”
I cocked my head.
I knew he couldn’t understand me through muffled sounds, but my eyes pleaded with him, trying to understand his meaning. With a strong hand, he heaved my arms above my head, making my back arch further up. I whimpered, still feeling his cock stretching me. I needed him to move, to end the torture. I wiggled my hips, begging for movement.
“I think you needed a reminder of who you belong to, Amelia.”
I never forgot that. He was proving it every day, being a better man than I ever imagined. Even he scared me from time to time.
“Don’t move those arms,” he commanded, leaning down to latch onto my nipple that was hardened from need. A simple nip felt like a fire burning in me. I could cry at the feeling, to be edged, to want more. He continued with the pleasurable torture switching from biting to sucking all while slowly thrusting in and out of my pussy. His beard gave my skin even more sensation, prickling along my flesh.
“That’s it. I know what you need.” His deep, gravelly voice vibrated against my skin. “Just you and me, you could scream all you want, beg all you want, and only I could hear you.”
He straightened up, gripping my hips as he started to fuck me deep with a pace that drove me to edge and back.
“You want me to fill this pretty pussy with my cum.” Thrusting faster, with his grip tight on my hips. “Fill you until you’re leaking.” I didn’t think, I just nodded. “You want me to fill you, take every last drop, create a beautiful baby.”
If I wasn’t awake before, I was after hearing those words. Keeping my arms back as instructed, I gently raised my head, seeing not only his cock disappear inside me. That’s why it felt so good, and so right. I was feeling everything, I was feeling all of him. My mind was clearer than any day, even if I was lost in a mind fog, I wanted to say, “I want that too.”
But all I gave was single tears starting to stream down my face. I nodded. Deep down, my soul knew, my heart knew that after all this road I had been on, it was leading to him. He would be the one to erase every nightmare, he would be the one to love me for me.
“There’s my beautiful girl. I got you.” He wiped my tears away. I wasn’t going to last long, not by the way he was fucking me.“Blink once for me to stop, blink three times for me to keep going. Three times to tell me you want this.”
The only control I had, that he gave me, and those beautiful eyes waited for an answer.
Blink.
