Her taste was good. Her smell was good; everything about her was good.
I thought constantly about new things to do with her because shebrought out my most insane fantasies about all the emotions I’d never been able to indulge in before.
I did nothing but fuck her, kiss her, hold her, and want her every hour of every day—every fucking minute—and still, whenever I wasn’t right in front of her, I was thinking of nothing but ripping those panties off and getting back between her thighs.
She had become my drug. My obsession.
Babygirl had staked her claim. She had taken up her rightful place inside me.
All I’d done was strip off her clothes, while she had stripped me down to my soul.
Lately, even my nightmares of Kim were being replaced with erotic dreams about her or the two of us together, to the point where I’d get hard in my sleep like a teenager with out-of-control hormones.
“Keep going…you have no idea how incredible your ass looks from here…” I slapped her right ass cheek, and she jolted forward in surprise. I admired the reddening handprint I’d made there. The more I looked at it, the more I felt like she belonged to me. Like she was entirely mine, and that if anyone tried to deprive me of my Neverland in the brief period of time I had left with her, I’d kill them with my bare hands.
“Neil…please,” she begged me for some respite because I’d already dragged out this savage bout of lovemaking long enough, but whenever I withdrew from her body, I felt empty again. Incomplete. I felt myself again, the little boy who needed attention and could no longer accept the loneliness because he had gotten a glimpse of how beautiful it could be to share his days with someone else.
My breathing was ragged, and my muscles were rigid.
I was sweating hard and still all revved up as I felt her slim body being pushed to its limits by my deep strokes, exhausted by my stamina.
I withdrew until I lost contact with her heat before plunging back into the hilt because I knew that she would take me.
I was big and painfully aroused, but I knew that she wouldn’t shut me out. She had accepted every side of me, even that one.
I muttered a curse, not caring about the sound of the headboard slamming against the wall. Her back bowed deeper and deeper until she collapsed, helpless, on the sheets. One side of her face was pressed against the mattress, and her knees trembled as they propped up her ass, leaving it exposed and vulnerable to all my twisted desires.
I stretched out over her, propping up my weight on my forearms, which inched forward with every thrust. I could penetrate her from a different angle in that position, gliding more easily and taking full possession of her, way down into the depths of her soul. And Babygirl raised her pretty little ass to let me do it.
The position only intensified her experience, and she groaned as I pushed deeper, determined to drive the last bit of clear thinking right out of her head.
My hungry mouth laved ferociously at her soft skin. I kissed her shoulder and the nape of her neck; all over I licked and nibbled.
I was marking her, making her feel that I had been there. Making her feel how much I wanted her, and not just physically but with all of me, with all the frenzy I could muster.
I wanted to get inside her, inside her head, underneath her skin. I wanted to stake a claim in her as well—a spot that would continue to belong to me even after I was gone.
Even when it was someone else flying to my Neverland.
Even when this absurd “us” we had created melted into nothingness.
I would remain inside of her.
Like a brand, a tattoo, an indelible mark, a bleeding wound.
She screamed out my name, but still I didn’t stop.
I realized she was close, and it was time for me to really make her lose it, so I withdrew slightly to begin a series of short, powerful thrusts. I dragged one hand from her stomach to her clit and teased it with ruthless intensity that had her gasping for breath.
Her pussy tightened around me. She released me slightly only to suck me back in as she approached orgasm.
Burning hot, soaking wet, tipping over the edge…
I squeezed my eyes shut, my head full of clouds.
Colors, lights, words, thoughts…none of it made a fucking lick of sense to me.
I swore, and with a bestial growl, I exploded inside her. Hot, unstoppable spurts that I forced all the way inside her with one last vigorous thrust.
