Chapter Nine
Penny
As soon as I confirm that I’m able to take it, Otto hooks his hands beneath my thighs and lifts me up. I’m pushed back hard against the trunk of the tree behind me. His cock brushes against my folds, and another wave of arousal courses through me.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” Otto groans, his hips twitching with the effort of holding himself back. “You’re driving me insane.”
“I’ve never felt like this before,” I tell him, my emotions threatening to make me burst at the seams. “Only you, Otto.”
He groans, lining himself up with my opening. The tip of his cock pokes at me. It’s almost as if he’s waiting, worried that he might break me. I won’t, break though. I want him to take what he wants from me. I want him to claim me, to make me completely his.
“Please, Otto,” I beg, noting the way his body seems to react when I use his name. “Please, take me. I want you so bad.”
That does it. He pushes his hips up, finally spreading me open. I moan in pleasure, the feeling of being full of everything that I could ask for. This position feels even better than the first time. He reaches deeper inside of me, his dick pressing against my g-spot with each movement.
“You feel so good,” he says, his mouth close to my ear. “So fucking wet for me.”
He picks up his pace, going from a steady rocking to something a little more brutal. He fucks me so hard that I start to see stars. I don’t even register the bark digging into my back through the shirt I borrowed from Otto.
After what happened, after he bared his soul to me and was honest about his motivations, I feel so much closer to him. It’s like all of the barriers between us have fallen.
Euphoria thrums through me, getting more intense with every thrust of Otto’s hips. Emotions flood my system. My burgeoning love for Otto burns hot, so hot that I think I might be melting. At least he’s here to catch the gooey parts of me.
“I’m glad you found me,” I say, the words tumbling out of my mouth like they just can’t be contained. “I don’t know what I would have done or where I would have gone.”
“Finding you was the best thing I’ve ever done,” he tells me, starting to get breathless. “You walking into my life was fate.”
“Is it bad–” I start, getting cut off by a particular hard thrust. When I recover, I start again. “Is it bad that I’m almost thankful for Carl and all the people in Evergreen Hills?”
He chuckles, leaving a kiss under my ear. I shiver in response, the contact going straight down to my center, adding to the pressure building there. I almost miss his next words.
“I think I might be, too,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper as he works me over. “I still hate them, though, especially Carl. No one makes you scared like that. No one puts you in danger like that.”
His possessiveness sparks something inside of me. I do what I can to grind against him, to push harder. I need more. He owns me, and I need him to know it. There’s a primal need to feel even more of him. If I could crawl inside his skin, I would.
“Not close enough,” I groan. “More.”
“More?” he asks.
His grip on my hips gets even tighter, so tight that I think there might be marks tomorrow. With my whole heart, I hope that’s the case. I want to be covered in proof of his love. I want to be branded with marks made by him.
I don’t know if Otto can read my mind or if he’s thinking the same thing about me. But a few seconds after the thought crosses my mind, his mouth attaches to my neck. At first, the pressure is mostly light and wet. Then it’s like something in him snaps and he bites down.
“Otto,” I gasp, leaning my head to the side to give him better access to my neck. “Just like that.’
He growls, fucking me even harder as his teeth dig into my flesh. Just before he breaks the skin, he pulls away and attaches his mouth further down. It seems like he’s determined to make me irrevocably his.
My entire body sparks like a live wire. The electricity of this moment dances along each of my nerves.
When Otto’s satisfied with the second mark that he makes on my body, his mouth is on mine again. I can’t keep up with the way that he’s devouring me, but I find that I don’t care. I like that he’s so crazed for me that he’s just taking what he wants.
“Fuck,” he curses, resting his forehead against mine. “Fuck, Penny.”
“Yes, Otto, yes,” I chant, forcing myself to keep my eyes open. I need to keep my gaze on him. He’s so lost in the throes of his own pleasure.
“You keep sayin’ my name like that,” he says, his words slurring like he’s drunk on what’s happening here. “Makes me want to pound into your cunt even harder, Penny. Love your voice when you’re like this.”
“Otto,” I say again, giving him what I know he wants, what I know he likes.
The only thoughts in my head are him and his pleasure. I’m made for him, made to drive him crazy. It’s the least I can do considering how crazy with lust that he makes me feel.
My orgasm starts to build, but I’m not ready for this to stop. I need Otto to keep going, to fill me up with every last drop that he can.
“I’m getting close, Penny,” he groans, panting against my cheek. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep going. You just feel so good.”
“Fill me up,” I say, begging him, crazy with need. “Please, Otto. Please.”
“I’ll give you what you want. You can have every last drop. Go ahead, baby girl, suck up my seed,” he growls, fucking into me even more wildly.
It doesn’t take much longer for his cock to twitch inside of me and ropes of his hot seed fill me. I gasp, feeling my own climax getting closer as he keeps pounding my pussy. Then, when the last bits of his cum escape from his cock, he pulls out.
“You didn’t cum again,” he says, slowly lowering my feet to the ground.
“I didn’t,” I admit, not finding it in me to care all that much. I just wanted to be claimed by him, filled up with his semen. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not,” he says, yanking his pants up and sinking to his knees in front of me. “Let me take care of you.”
Before I can ask what he means, he’s grabbing me behind my knees and hooking my legs over his shoulders. I gasp out loud, my hands pushing against the tree behind me. I don’t have any time to adjust to the new position before Otto is nosing his way up to my center.
“What are you–”
The rest of my words are swallowed up, dying in my throat when Otto’s tongue flicks through my folds. It’s so unlike his fingers or his cock. It’s warm and so, so wet. I’m overwhelmed, and my climax that had begun to wane slightly at the loss of his dick starts to build up again.
“Oh my god,” I moan, pushing my fingertips so hard against the tree bark behind me that they start to hurt. “Otto, that’s– that feels so good.”
He hums, and I can feel him smiling against my sex. His tongue gets even more insistent, pressing more firmly against me. The tip teases my overstimulated entrance. A strangled sound rips itself out of my throat without my permission.
While he continues eating me out, my eyes roll to the back of my head.
I feel untethered to my body, and his mouth pushes me further and further out.
Pleasure like this feels unreal, and I almost think I’m dreaming.
If it weren’t for the way that Otto growls and digs his fingers into my outer thighs, I might actually believe I was asleep and having a really good dream.
He’s relentless, lapping up the mix of my juices and his cum. It’s filthy, absolutely exhilarating. Then, as if this isn’t mind blowing enough, he shifts his attention upward. His tongue finds my clit.
I scream, and a few seconds later, I hear my voice echoing back to me. Stars erupt behind my eyelids, and I feel weightless. Otto’s hands get tighter on my thighs as they begin to shake. He seems dead set on making me cum as quickly as possible.
“Oh my god,” I whimper, forcing my eyes open so I can see him. “Otto–”
His eyes are closed. His face is the picture of ecstasy. It’s like he’s deriving as much pleasure – if not more – as I am from this. That thought makes this situation all the more erotic. I’m not even touching him, but he’s still enjoying this.
As he keeps ravishing me, I know that I’m not going to last much longer. The parts of my orgasm that took root a few minutes ago bloom. I’m right there, nearly at my crest. I don’t need much more.
“Close,” I choke out, wanting Otto to know what he’s doing to me. “I’m so close, Otto. I’m almost there.”
He hums again, his eyes flitting open and meeting mine as he closes his mouth around my clit. His tongue flicks against the nub of nerves. He sucks, and that’s it for me.
My vision goes black as I’m inundated with wave after wave of my climax. Every muscle in my body clenches and releases. My pussy pulses, and Otto just keeps abusing my clit.
I think I reach nirvana here pressed up against this tree with Otto between my legs. I’ve never felt this good before in my life.
Eventually, he has mercy on my over-sensitive parts and pulls away. Carefully, he places my feet back on the ground. I let him help me back into my pants. Then, when he straightens out, I throw my arms around his neck, leaning heavily into him.
“How’re you feeling?” he asks, stroking my hair softly, his voice wrapping around me like a warm blanket.
I mean to tell him that I’m feeling good. That I’ve never felt so amazing before in my life. What comes out though is, “I love you.”
For a split second I think about pulling away and apologizing for saying that too soon. I can’t apologize. I mean it. I mean it with all of my heart. So, I relax into him, noting that his arms tighten around me.
“I love you, too,” he replies, kissing the top of my head gently. “I love you more than you could ever know.”
I sigh, content, leaning heavily against him. The relaxation I feel is bone deep. Actually, I feel like I could fall asleep standing up.
“We should get you back to the house,” Otto says after a long moment of comfortable silence. “You’ve had quite the day.”
“So have you,” I say, wanting to extend the same level of care to him.
He scoops me up and chuckles at the surprised noise that I make. “How about another bath? I can get it started as soon as we get back home.”
“That sounds nice,” I say, letting my hand fall against his shoulder. “Maybe when we get done, I can start trying to figure out how to make some of those pastries you like.”
“I don’t deserve you,” he says, kissing the side of my head.
“No, I don’t deserve you,” I say with as much conviction as I can muster.
“You know what,” he says after another pause. “I think we deserve each other. I can’t think of anyone more perfect for me.”
“Likewise,” I agree, taking a deep breath as I close my eyes.
“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” he says, and it’s the last thing I hear before I drift off against his chest.