Chapter 34 #2
She hesitated a second before settling on my lap. My shaft was tucked against her belly and that first feel of her core, hot and ready as she rocked against my thighs, made me wild. I kissed her neck, her jaw, her dark nipples. Everything. Everything I wanted, I took.
"You're ready this?" I asked, my hands holding her hips steady because I couldn't take much more of her perfect little rolls and wiggles.
Magnolia reached between us and took my bare cock in hand.
God, there was nothing better in the world than having the perfunctory health-and-safety convo before getting naked.
She stared into my eyes as she pumped me like she was daring me with each stroke to stop her.
Like she expected me to draw the line here and reclaim control.
My opinion on that was much like my dick—hardly.
"You're not going to be nice or polite, are you?" she asked.
She dragged me through the warm pool of her arousal and I had to grit my teeth to respond, "What gave that away?"
"You're looking at me the same way I looked at the weeds in my garden." Magnolia positioned me at her entrance but didn't move, didn't sink down. "Like you want to tear me up."
"I promise I'll always be nice to you, my darling," I said, my hips bucking up despite every effort to the contrary.
"I'll be as polite as I know how to be. I'll respect you and admire you and I'll treat you like my equal in every way.
" I dug my fingers into her ass, holding her steady.
"And I promise I'll always fuck you like I own you. "
"Oh my god, Rob, yes." She sank down and dropped her head back on her shoulders, raked her nails over my scalp and released the kind of deep, satisfied groan I wanted to hear every day for the rest of my life. Then, "You weren't lying about this cock."
If there was a formula for measuring for male pride, it was that groan plus those words. "I'm happy this is good for you."
"You know it's better than good," she said on a shuddering breath. "I hope you're going to last because I want to savor this. I haven't had sex in ages."
"Going to last?" I repeated. "That's it. That's enough commentary from you, precious." I held her still and slapped her ass before lifting her from my lap. I dropped her on the mattress and pushed to my feet. "And you know you could've had sex with me months ago."
Crawling backward on her elbows, Magnolia snapped, "I know. You mentioned it at least six million times."
I curled my fingers around my cock, stroked it while she settled against the pillows. God, she was so fucking beautiful and so fucking mine. "Spread those legs for me. I want to see you."
Again, she hesitated but then parted her legs and glanced at the hand shuttling over my length. "This is fun to watch though I'd really prefer getting that thing inside me again."
"Why I thought for one minute you'd be less challenging in bed than you are everywhere else is a mystery to me," I murmured to myself as I edged between her legs.
She reached up, skimming her hands over my chest and shoulders. "And here I am, wondering why you spent months selling me on your big, bad cock but now refuse to use it."
I leaned down, my lips ghosting over hers as I stroked myself against her core. "Quiet now, honey. This cunt is mine. You are mine."
We stared at each other as my crown thumped her clit, as she gasped and shivered, as she arched up to meet me. She gave the tiniest of nods and a whispered "always" as I pushed inside her.
Magnolia cried out, I buried a moan-turned-growl in her neck. She rocked up into me, I nearly blew it all right then. It was so right, terrifyingly right because this was it. This woman was it for me.
"You're rowdy," I said, sliding an arm around her waist to hold her still. "I fucking love that."
"You're rearranging my organs with that cock," she replied, her ankles locking at the base of my spine as her body moved with mine. "I believe you're the rowdy one here."
I sucked in as much oxygen as I could but it wasn't enough. My body was diverting all resources toward holding out as long as humanly possible and if I could manage that, nothing else was necessary.
"I'm just practicing for when I put a baby in you," I replied because I wasn't doing any of the things I should've done today.
I wasn't keeping it to entry-level dirty talk but at the same time, there was no reason to censor or sanitize.
Was it a little fucked up to get off on this?
I didn't know. I didn't care either. As long as we knew we were safe together and we could draw lines when needed, nothing was off-limits, nothing was taboo.
On a different, less needy day, I could call her a slut while she sat on my face or bite her nipples while we watched porn.
No limits. No taboos. No reason not to lean into the forever we were building as a filthy fantasy, the one we'd claim for ourselves when we were good and ready.
"Will that be after I marry you? Or before? "
"Oh my god." She clawed at my back and I could already feel the places where her short nails left welts and scratches. Loved every one of them because I'd earned them from her. "You actually said that."
I slammed into her like I was trying to prove a point. Which I was. I wanted her to know I was as serious as death do us part right now. "Answer me. Before or after?"
Magnolia thrashed underneath me, sending the pillows flying off the bed and something on her nightstand to the floor. None of it mattered. We didn't care. "After, after, after," she gasped.
I pulled back, the head of my cock lingering only barely inside her. "We'll have a significant amount of time to practice unless you're running away with me to elope tonight."
"Rob," she cried out. "Rob, if you don't move right now I'm going to die."
"I won't let that happen." I thrust inside her against and I knew this was almost over for both of us.
The way her thighs locked around me and she fisted her hands in my hair, the way she clung to me while I fucked her mindlessly, it was all too much to experience while also trying to last for hours.
Her lips found my shoulder and stayed there as she whispered "oh, oh, oh, yes.
" I drove into her, too overwhelmed by these sensations to respond with more than my body's instincts.
Everything hurt, it ached straight down to my bones.
My body was twisted tight, my blood pounding hot in my veins.
My muscles were working hard, pushing as I held myself off, spasming as I surrendered to the glorious ache of it all.
I couldn't hold on another minute without splitting right in half.
In some other part of the house, Gronk started barking like a maniac at the same moment I came with a roar. I went rigid, every last inch of me, as I emptied myself into her. It was like a downpour.
"Gronk," she called, her voice sex-drenched. "No barking! None of that."
For his part, Gronk didn't give a shit and I knew Magnolia would keep on chastising him until he stopped.
So, I did the only reasonable thing I could think of and pressed my palm to her mouth.
"Come for me, filthy girl," I said. "Let me feel you clench and shiver deep inside.
Let me feel you working every last drop out of me. "
If I was the downpour, Magnolia was the thunder and lightning, climaxing in loud, jolting bursts that made my heart squeeze and my cock pulse. It was better than anything I'd imagined, anything I'd ever wanted.
When the last spurt pulsed through me, I dropped my head between her breasts and closed my eyes.
I was brain numb and half delirious and didn't think I could peel myself from this heaven for anything, not when I was still half hard inside her.
Not when I was busy thinking up all the ways we could do this again.
"You're making some sounds," she said, her fingers drawing lazy circles on my scalp. "Little grumbles and growls. What are those about?"
"Thinking about fucking you again."
"Again," she repeated.
"Mmhmm. All night, filthy girl. All night."
She traced the tendons in the back of my neck, smoothing every ounce of tension stored there. "I could get down with that."
Yes.
I was going to marry this girl.
I was going to put babies in her.
And I was going to keep covering her mouth during sex if she insisted on hollering at the dog.