Chapter 45 #3
I anchor a hand at the top of the mirror and piston into her sopping cunt so hard the dresser collapses to one side with a crack.
Sweat runs down my body in rivulets as I push us both to the brink of release.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She makes me fucking insane.
I feel as if I’m about to burst out of my skin, every cell in my body on fire for her.
I stare at where our bodies meet, and it’s a sight to behold. My cock, covered in her creamy nectar, stretches her pretty pink cunt to the brim.
“Your body comes alive for me, Zilphia,” I whisper, my voice strained and foreign to my own ears. “No matter how much you try to deny it. It craves my cock, my lips, and my tongue. It drips for me.”
Pearly-white milk leaks from her pebbled nipples and rolls down the curve of her bouncing breasts, dripping onto her belly.
I want some of that.
I guide her legs around my waist and lift her in my arms. Our gazes collide, and an all-encompassing desperation arcs between us, nearly knocking me on my ass. In that desperation lies pain and hate, lust and passion, need and obsession. We’re bound by all these things.
If there’s a more tragic story in history, I never heard of it. She turned my world upside down and set me on the path that led to Sandman. Still, I wouldn’t change meeting her for anything. Despite the shit I’ve said and done, I can’t imagine my life without her.
I’d rather have never drawn a breath than live a single moment without knowing her. When it comes to this girl, I’m all kinds of fucked up.
I carry her across the room and climb onto the bed, settling on top of her lush curves.
She locks her ankles around my lower back, staring up at me with wet eyes, as my hips grind between her supple thighs in circular motions.
Not too fast or too slow, just the right pace to prolong the intoxicating delirium pulsing through my veins.
“Don’t bite me,” I mumble before sealing my mouth over hers.
I swallow her broken sob just as she turns away. “No.”
“What’d I tell you about that word?” I growl, seizing her jaw and crushing my lips to hers again.
An anguished cry rips from her throat as she returns my kiss with the same violence.
Our lips slam together again and again, tongues clashing with burning urgency.
The split in my lip tears further, smearing blood across both our faces, but that pain is trivial compared to the crippling hunger she stokes within me.
I cup her left breast and kiss a red path to her taut nipple, sucking the extended flesh into my mouth. The taste of her honey-sweet milk explodes on my tongue, tantalizing my already wrought senses. Pussy and breastmilk… decadent… delicious, a combination I never knew I needed.
“What are you doing?” Zilphia breathes, her back arching off the bed. “You-you can’t—”
She threads her fingers into my hair, squeezing me tight against her breast, her protest ending on a low, ragged gasp.
We undulate against each other like waves in an ocean, her hips rising to meet my powerful thrusts, our bodies on fire and slick with sweat.
Once again, I’m losing my sanity to her, but what a sweet descent into madness it is.
I drink my fill, drawing the rigid peak into my mouth with deep, long pulls. Zilphia goes wild beneath me, legs shaking, back arching, head thrashing, as she screams her pleasure. The smells of sex and her honeysuckle scent seep into every corner of the room, enveloping me like sun-kissed silk.
I nip and lick my way to her other breast, coiling my tongue around her erect tip before resuming my feeding frenzy.
Her body is fucking amazing, soft and thick in all the right places, even more so since she became a mother.
My steel frame fits seamlessly against her hourglass figure, every womanly curve and dip cradling my hard angles like a caress.
And she thought she was going to deny me this. Not a chance in hell. I’m a junkie for her, irrevocably addicted and under her spell indefinitely.
“Yes,” she moans, her contracting pussy an iron brand on my dick. “Oh God, yes.”
“Ah fuck,” I grunt huskily as warm, tingly sensations rise from my throbbing balls to my cock. I bury my face against her neck, her scent teasing my nostrils as my hips pump between her thighs harder, faster.
Zilphia cries out, raking her fingernails down my back as she orgasms again.
“Sweet Zilphia,” I groan, coming so hard my back bows.
I collapse onto the bed, my energy and balls drained for the moment. Zilphia rolls onto her side, pulling the blanket over her shoulders. She thinks she can go back to barely speaking to me. Not going to fucking happen. We have children to raise and six weeks of fucking to make up for.
I coast my hand along my semi-hard length. There’s one more thing I want, then she can rest, for a little while at least. Soon my dick is at full mast again, and I yank the blanket down her body.
She lets out an angry cry and jerks around, her palm flying toward my face.
I capture her wrist and flip her back onto her side, securing her in place with a forearm across her collarbone and a leg over her thighs. “Still got some fight left in you, I see.”
“Fuck you,” she spits venomously.
“Stop resisting, sweet Zilphia.” I position my cock at one of my favorite places on her body. “It’s going to be a long while before I’m sated.”
She inhales a sharp breath, her spine snapping straight as I thrust into her tight ring until I’m fully embedded inside the snug muscles.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” I groan, feeding my dick into her ass while stroking the engorged flesh nestled at the top of her slit.
Before long, she succumbs to my cock and skilled touches, the line separating pleasure and pain dissolving, becoming one. I hold her tight against me, peppering lingering kisses along her nape, the salty taste of her skin igniting a fire in my blood.
She grasps the hand wedged in her folds, gyrating her hips in tandem with the fingers on her clit. Then she reaches back, her slender fingers fisting in my hair. I close my lips over the pulse on her neck, teasing the rapid beat beneath her skin with the tip of my tongue.
“Sandman,” she gasps, coming apart in my arms for the fourth time.
I move to my knees, pulling her with me, my front pressed to her back. “Hold on to the headboard.”
She shakes her head. “You can go straight to hell.”
“I gave you plenty of chances to obey. Now you’ll have to be punished.” I lock my hands around her wrists and squeeze enough to hurt, forcing her to grab onto the headboard.
“What are you going to do? Kill me?” she taunts, her voice dripping with contempt.
“We both know I’m too obsessed to ever kill you, but there are worse things than death.” I trap her hands beneath mine and savagely pound into her ass.
“Stop!” she begs, frantically twisting against my hold. “You’re hurting me!”
“Just let it happen,” I murmur against her neck.
Her teeth slice into my forearm, each one sharp as a razor blade and drawing blood. I exhale through gritted teeth, biting back a curse, but I don’t stop. I plunge into her clenched entrance with the force of my entire body, pouring all my strength into every thrust.
“Get off me!” she screams, thrashing with desperate fury.
My balls contract, drawing taut against my body. “Sweet, sweet Zilphia,” I rasp, releasing thick spurts of semen inside her ass.
I fall limp to the bed. Zilphia lands on top of me, crying hysterically.
“Shh,” I croon, wrapping my arms around her. “It wasn’t so bad.”
She bursts from my embrace, shrieking in outrage as she throws punches at me. “You’re an animal!”
I tackle her onto her back, imprisoning her under my weight and pressing her wrists to the bed. “You created this animal, so don’t act surprised when it goes on a rampage.”
After a few minutes, her muscles soften beneath me, her resistance crumbling. Only then do I release her and saunter to the bathroom. I wet a washcloth at the sink and wipe away the remnants of sex and blood from my body. Once I’m clean, I dampen another washcloth and return to the bedroom.
Zilphia lies motionless as I part her legs, her gaze on my face, accusation and defeat shimmering in the chocolate depths. A sense of power and sick pride swells in my chest, watching my cum leak from both holes.
Entranced, I drag my index finger through her inflamed slit to her ass and write MINE across her inner thigh.
Then I kneel beside the bed and trace each letter with my tongue, savoring the sweet, salty taste of our combined essence.
The flavor lingers in my mouth as I gently clean her swollen pussy.
“Do you love me?” Zilphia asks, her voice thick with emotion.
“This again,” I snap in annoyance. “You’re mine. That’s all you need to know.”
“But do you love me?” she presses.
“I’d kill for you,” I growl, glaring at her.
“If you ever left me, I’d set the world on fire searching for you, and Lord have mercy on anyone stupid enough to get in my way.
” I run the back of my fingers down her cheek.
“Love is just a fucking word, Zilphia. It’s easily said and quickly forgotten.
That’s not us. What we have is forever.”
A small cry erupts from the baby monitor on the nightstand. I glance back at the screen and see that Lily’s awake, her tiny mouth trembling and face scrunched in distress. I’m on my feet in an instant, tossing the washcloth into the hamper on my way out the door.
I need to get to her before she wakes the twins. After a quick stop at the changing table for hand sanitizer, I scoop her swaddled body into my arms. She instinctively turns toward my warmth, seeking nourishment.
“Hey, sweet girl,” I coo, pressing a kiss to the silky ringlets at the crown of her head, right on her soft spot. “Ready for some milk?”
I amble across the hall, gently rocking her back and forth in my arms. Zilphia is lying on her side, her head cradled on a pillow.
“She’s hungry,” I say, placing Lily next to her.
Zilphia pulls her closer, and she hungrily latches onto her nipple. “Oh, stop acting like you’re starving to death,” she chides, laughter in her voice. “You ate three hours ago.”
I walk over to the closet and retrieve the small box I hid there earlier.
“For you,” I say, placing it on the bed.
Zilphia eyes it warily. “What is it?”
“You’ll see. I promise it’s not a human head.”
She bites her bottom lip as she opens the box, then looks up at me. “You got me a cut.”
I nod, my possessive gaze locking on the patch that declares her mine—SANDMAN’S GIRL. “You’re my old lady now.”
I set the box on the nightstand and stretch out beside them, quietly watching her as she nourishes our daughter.
Until our paths crossed, I didn’t believe there was any good in the world.
I was in the darkest part of hell, but she reached inside that hell and brought me into her light.
Zilphia healed me—the broken, dirty boy from the wrong side of the tracks.
Then she stabbed me in the back and twisted the blade, turning my heart into a black hole.
Now she’s the mother of my children, and my heart is whole again. I grasp her chin between my forefinger and thumb, lifting her face until her eyes meet mine.
“I’m never letting you go,” I murmur, conviction resonating in my tone. “You’re my forever.”
THE END