I free her mouth when my balls tighten, unwilling to come just yet. But as I walk around to the other side of the bed, she doesn’t lose a second to complain, “Quill, you can’t just ask me to nottalkabout other guys. That’s not fair, it’s—ow!”
I cut into her protest with a loud smack on her ass. Then another, and soon, I’m painting her ass and thighs as red as her face.
“My dad will hear!” she hisses, even as she wiggles her ass back to meet each spank.
“Don’t care,” I grunt.
I’ve reached my hard limit of hearing people talk tonight. Even my cricket, whose chirpy voice I’ve grown to actually like, is kind of driving me mad right now. All I want is to spend the night taking her in every way I can think of, while keeping my brain turned off.
I guess having a gun to my face has had a mild effect on me, though I have a feeling a good fuck will be just the thing to erase the whole thing from my mind. Hopefully, permanently.
“Quill,” she half-cries, half-moans, “I’m just worried about Cass… I don’t care about Finn… I don’t really care about Cass either… I just don’t want her to die… Quill! Are you listening?”
“I think,” I say, punctuating each of my words with a hardsmack, “that Cass can take care of herself.”
“Idon’tthink,” the silly girl protests. “Ithink…”
“Don’t care what you think,” I growl, pausing in my spanking, because my cock is straining so hard it feels like it will burst.
I clamber onto the bed, positioning myself between her thighs.
“Quill, that’s not very polite! That’s not very… oooooh.”
In one fell swoop, I’ve plunged my cock up to the hilt inside her.Fuck, it feels so good to be back where I belong, my cock sheathed inside her, while my arms wrap around her middle.
I pump into her hard, and she at last shuts up, her mouth opening only to let moans slip as she rides my cock.
I pull out just in time, coating her ass with my seed as she starts bucking against me, in the throes of her own orgasm. Then, in spite of my previous threat, I free Piper from her cuffs, because it turns out thereisone thing I want more than to spend the night fucking her. I want to cuddle her.
“I’ve had a rough day,” I grunt, pulling her into my lap and squeezing her to me. “A very rough day.”
I bury my head in her curls, the lemon scent unwinding the knots in my stomach.
“Oh, Quill,” she murmurs, as I draw circles on her back to soothe us both. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know… I just wanted…”
“S’okay,” I mutter, my voice muffled as I speak into her hair. “Don’t worry about Cass and Finn, cricket. They have their own story going on, and I’m sure that by the end of it, everything will be fine.”
“Okay,” she sighs, allowing herself to be reassured by my words.
I guess the English languagecanbe useful, after all.
“And you and me,” I add, kissing her cute little freckled nose, “we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together. I’m going to make you so fucking happy. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Quill,” she moans.
“It’s a promise. I’ve never broken a promise yet, and I don’t mean to. Got it?”
“Uh huh,” she murmurs, her eyelids fluttering closed over her weird green-blue eyes.
I carefully remove her glasses as she nestles deeper into my chest.
“You belong to me, cricket. And nothing can ever change that.”
A light snore escapes her mouth, and my lips twist into a smirk, before I feel my own eyelids growing heavy.
Moments later, I’m drifting off too, any anxiety I might have felt conquered by the deep conviction that nothing can possibly change our perfect happiness.
My cricket is mine. Forever.
