Chapter 30 #2
I’m not alone anymore, and for as long as he lives, I will never be.
Dalton pulls away, and I already miss him when he leans over to a plastic bag resting by the mattress. He pulls out some lube and condoms, because where else would they be in this bachelor pad from hell?
And yet I love him so much, whether we’re on the dirty floor or in a private jet.
I smack the rubber right out of his hand, and when he looks at me, baffled, my fingers slide into his hair, and I lean in for a quick kiss. Warm breath dances between our faces when I speak. “Fill me up.”
I want to be dirty. Sweaty, slick with his cum. I want to be hotter to him than any past lovers who had him bare.
Dalton’s pupils blow up, and I become the center of his universe. “You’ve got no idea how much I wanted to,” he rasps, fingers already at my hole, while with his other hand, he lifts my leg to his hip.
I wanted it too, from the first night he fucked me, but I denied us both, worried what it might mean, embarrassed about the physicality of it. The barrier of latex kept the sex tidier, allowing me to have that bit more control, but I don’t want that anymore.
Dalton slides two thick fingers in with a hungry grunt. It’s a tight fit at first, but he knows my body so well by now. He’s squeezed it out of me that I like when it’s borderline too much, that the stretch turns me on.
“You’ll be dripping with all I have,” he murmurs against my neck, thrusting his fingers in faster.
I push my foot flat against his back, until my hips hover above the mattress, meeting his knuckles over and over. I feel so wild doing this, a lusty animal caring only for its carnal desires, with no sense of decency or decorum. Maybe that’s what I’ve always been deep down?
“Yes… give it to me. It’s all mine from now on,” I babble as the pounding in my head intensifies.
I choke on air when Dalton pulls his hand away, only to push back three fingers.
I love it when he fills me, and for the briefest moment, I wish for him to stretch me with all the digits of his hand, forcing me open until I’d scream with both pain and pleasure.
I must be losing my mind. It’s not even cold anymore, and all I can smell is Dalton’s perfume and his pheromones.
I mewl in protest right into Dalton’s mouth when the movement of his hand becomes languid.
How can he have this much patience when I feel the proof of his arousal dripping pre-cum over my stomach?
But as desperate as I am, there’s relief in letting him take the reins, so I slide my fingers into his short hair and pull him down. The kiss is deep, fueled by my hunger for him, and I won’t know peace until I’m dripping with his warm cum.
“I’m ready,” I whisper against his lips, moaning when his chest hair tickles my nipple. “Come on, Dalton… I want to know how it feels. Now. Fuck me with your big bare cock,” I rasp, my gaze never once straying from his eyes.
They glaze with lust as he pulls out his fingers. I instantly miss being filled, and I’m about to protest when he sits back on his heels, but then he lifts my hips up and drags them up to his dick. My legs rest against his shoulders like it’s my second nature, and he smirks, kissing my calf.
“Thought you’d enjoy the view,” he says as he looks down while pressing his cockhead against my entrance.
I can’t breathe. His dick is searing hot as it forces me open, diving inside my body as I claw my hands into the blanket under us. The room is a blur, because the only thing I care about is Dalton. My man. My fiancé. My future husband gently moving his hips back and forth as he drills me open.
It hurts a bit. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s so damn thick, and I want him to become a permanent part of my body.
I only realize I moaned when Dalton shushes me in a soft voice, lids heavy over his beautiful green eyes. “Yes. Please. You’ve completely ruined me now,” I whisper, breath quickening when he places his hands under my knees before leaning forward.
Jolts of electricity throb all over my skull when he sinks ever deeper, using his body weight to pin me down to this ugly old mattress.
Do I still have any of my dignity left? And do I still care by the time he folds me in two, sinking balls-deep while my knees touch the blanket on either side of my head?
I’m limp like a stuffed toy, and there’s nothing I want more than for him to play with me for hours. That whole gorgeous cock is inside me, making my own twitch every time I look between our bodies.
Dalton catches my gaze, so handsome with a predatory glint in his eyes. “Oh, you don’t know what ruined means yet.”
With his cock so deep inside me, he drops forward, hands to the sides of my head.
When his hips start moving, I’ve got no way to hold my moans in.
His cock moves hard and fast, and massages my prostate with every thrust. It’s an overwhelming feeling, and seeing him sink in makes the physical sensations somehow even more intense.
“But you’ll know,” Dalton goes on, “When I come so deep inside you, empty my balls, mark you as mine. You know by now I’ve got a lot of cum to give.”
I’m shaking, and feel nothing but pleasure. The hint of pain transformed into an intense warmth, and as he works his hips, the powerful body of a cage fighter looms over me. I’m incapable of being anywhere but with him.
He’s not gentle, but each thrust contributes to the sense of peace growing inside me. “Show me,” I beg. “I want it. I want to be a ruined mess.”
A dark grimace passes across Dalton’s face, and he shoves his cock in, only to rip it all the way out. I’m pulsing with pure need, eyes on the bead of pre-cum drizzling from his cock to the rim of my gaping hole.
I feel so lewd.
Less than an animal.
But I’m fine with that as long as he loves me.
“Here? Inside?” Dalton asks and runs the tip of his finger over my hole, sending my nerve endings into overdrive. He’s panting, rock-hard, but still has enough self-restraint to toy with me.
“Don’t take it away,” I whine, on the verge of losing it. He said he’d come inside me. I want it. I need it.
“Guess I need to feed this greedy hole,” he whispers and presses his cockhead back in. How come something as wide as his cock feels so good inside me?
I moan at the stretching sensation, my dick throbbing with the need to come, and I grab my erection with three fingers, jerking off ever so gently. I don’t want it to be over yet. I need more.
“Yes. Please. I need it so badly. Need you… please Dalton,” I beg and use my other hand to pull one of my thighs close to my chest.
His nostrils flare as he sinks back in, all the way to his balls. He’s so fucking big I can barely take it, yet somehow I only want more. I need to melt under his skin, and this is as close to that as I can get. When he’s inside me, I feel his heart pounding as if it’s in my own chest.
A romantic notion that shouldn’t happen while he’s railing me like a beast in heat, but here we are.
“Yes? What do you need? Tell me,” he says, fucking me faster. “Wanna be bred? Need your hole flooded?”
I don’t know.
I want to come so badly. But I also want him to keep moving inside me.
I simply… want. Each fragment of my skin aches for him.
“You… More of you… just make me yours, please. Give me all your cum… come inside me as much as you like,” I rasp, lips dry from all the panting. He keeps moving in my tight channel, cock stroking over my prostate until I can’t lie still, overstimulated.
I’m grabbing at his shoulders, chest, neck. I want to touch him everywhere all at once, but it’s impossible, and driving me mad.
Dalton folds me again, grabs my hips so he can ride my hole in earnest, and the way he settles his whole weight on me both brings me peace and pushes me to the edge.
“All yours, all yours,” he mumbles as I rake my nails down his back. His thrusts gain that chaotic quality right before coming, his cock throbs with heat, and I recognize his grunt of satisfaction. It’s so fucking hot I can barely breathe.
I tighten my hand on my cock and jerk off faster, because I want us to come together. I want to finish while he’s still filling me up.
“Dalton… oh… God…”
My muscles tighten, body going rigid under him, and red hot pleasure consumes my mind.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, suck me in like that,” he moans against my lips, eyes closed. His body trembles under my touch, and I can imagine all his sticky seed inside me. He’s catching his breath, the movements of his hips just a last few hard thrusts, as if he wants to make sure his cum is planted deep.
I press my palms to his chest, eyes focused on his flushed cheeks. “Give it all to me. Come here,” I whisper in invitation as I fall back to the mattress, spent.
I don’t have to ask twice. He all but falls on top of me, a panting muscular mess I could lick from head to toe. Dalton wraps his strong arms tightly around me, making me feel so safe and loved I choke on all those emotions wrapped up with the pure filth of our sexual connection.
“I wish I had more,” he whispers after a while as his softening dick slips out. His fingers dive into my tender hole instead. Not deep, just playing with my body, reminding me about the cum, because I can feel it coming out, and my toes curl when he coaxes more with his fingers.
Fuck… this feels so good.
“Next time?” I whisper, trying to keep my voice steady even as my face burns.
“Yes, next time.” There’s a dreamy look in Dalton’s eyes as he gives me a surprisingly soft kiss. How could I have ever doubted the sincerity of his feelings for me? I don’t need to cut him open to see his heart bared for me.
I never knew peace like this. “I promise to be a good husband,” I mumble, wrapping him with my arms and legs, because the thought of him pulling away now feels painful.
Dalton cherishes my face with lazy kisses. “You need to spoil me rotten.”
I want to cry. But also, to laugh. Is this what it feels like to be in love?
“You can have whatever you want. All defenses are down,” I say, chuckling.
“Whatever I want?”
He’s about to say more when my gaze zeroes in on the wall behind him. “The fuck is that? Is that… a roach?”
Dalton looks sleepy when he looks back, but then actually smiles at the sight of the disgusting insect. “Yeah, but that’s just Travis,” he says as if that explains anything.
I can’t breathe. This time for terrible reasons!
“What the hell? Is he your pet?”
Dalton rises on his elbow, but even as he gives my lips a peck I can’t take my eyes of the cockroach, because I swear it moved. “Kinda. It’s just the one, so I didn’t have the heart to kill him.”
“There’s never just one, Dalton!”
He chuckles like this is a joke. “You said I can have anything. Can we take him to yours?”
I know he’s joking—because he must be—but I still wish I’d added terms and conditions to my promise. “I’m not adopting insects as pets. Over my dead body. Travis can choke to death on a sugar cube.”
Dalton laughs and rolls to his side but pulls me with him, so we’re still in a tight embrace. “What about this pest?” He points to himself.
I genuinely can’t stop thinking about the cockroach perched on a nearby wall, but if it hasn’t yet eaten Dalton from the inside or planted eggs in his brain, I think I’m safe enough for now. “I’m doing a good job at domesticating it.”
“Would you still love me if I was a cockroach?”
“No,” I say without hesitation, and he starts laughing so hard he has tears in his eyes, and I end up snorting with laughter, which I never do.
This is what I love about him, the easy way in which he can rail me like a monster then make me smile.
He is never stepping in this apartment after tonight, and by the end of next week, he will be my husband. I can’t believe I almost let such a catch slip out of my grasp.