Page 150 of Beneath the Quiet

“I…fuck. Condom.”

He makes to move from me, but I wrap my arms around him, holding him to me.

“You don’t need it,” I pant. “You’re good. We’re safe.”

“Fuck, are you going to let my fat cock take you bare?”

I nod, wiggling against him. “Yes.”

He surges forward, his cock breaching me in one long move. I open my mouth, my breaths stuttering at the size of him.

“Well, look at that,” he growls. “Your sweet pussy sucks me right in, doesn’t she?”

My breath hitches.

“Y-yes.”

“You take all of me so well. Like you were fucking made for me. Always ready.”

He takes my lips, his hips moving slowly in a low thrust, letting me feel everything. I open for him, swirling my tongue around his. There’s no finesse or rhythm to his kiss. It’s wet, hard, then soft, and it’s everything to me.

“This pussy is mine,” he grunts on my lips, our breaths mingling as he picks up the speed. “Say it, Mae.”

“Yes. Yours,” I breathe, my hips meeting his.

“Mine. Always.”

“Yes,” I sob, tears gathering in my eyes. “Always will be.”

He pushes me down on the bed and covers my body with his. His arms are outstretched on the bed, his mouth open. He glances down to where we’re joined, changing the angle just a little, but it’s enough to send my head spinning. I cling to him, raising my legs and hips higher, and then he fucks me the way I need him to.

Wild.

Hard.

Deep.

“Fuck, I love it when you get desperate for me. My good girl.”

With each thrust, I come closer to falling off the edge, almost there. I keep my eyes open and raise my head, silently begging for his mouth. Like the perfect lover that he is, he takes the hint and fuses his mouth to mine. The wave takes me over, and I whimper into his mouth, but then a sharp smack on my clit makes me cry out. The orgasm hits me just as his flat hand falls down on me again in an even harder slap, and he ruts against me, chasing his own release.

“Yes, like that,” I cry. “Come with me, honey. Please.”

“Fuuuck!”

I watch the cords on his sun-kissed neck as he raises his head when he comes on a low groan, thrusting even harder inside me once, twice, then burying himself to the hilt. He digs his hands into my hips, holding on so tight that I’m positive I’ll have bruises in the morning. His warm cum spurts inside me, my body weakening in a violent shudder, and I release the tight hold around him and frame his face, watching every emotion in his eyes as he empties himself.

Ecstasy.

Heat.

Joy.

And…something more. Deeper.

“Oh, my sweet Mae.” He leans down, taking my lips in a tender kiss. I pour everything I feel into this kiss, needing him to understand how deeply he’s marked me.

For life.