Chapter 7
Autumn
My body aches in places I hadn’t thought possible, and I couldn’t be happier.
When Law planned to come over last night, he may not have planned on us having sex, but I had.
I’d had a month to think about him. Work through my complex feelings about a man I kissed once and who held me an entire night while I cried my eyes out, relieved my ordeal was finally over.
It didn’t take my therapist counseling me that my feelings were more than gratitude.
It was love. I could feel it in the darkest, deepest depths of my soul.
So when I invited him over, almost begged, really, because he didn’t want me acting out of gratitude.
He wanted our feelings for each other to be raw and real. And, boy, are they.
I recognize that now more than ever.
I love Outlaw Morgan.
“I see his truck is still outside.” Spinning at my sister, Trixie’s, voice, surprised to find her walking in just now, I can’t help the girlish giggle. “You slept with him.” Her eyes widen, but she smiles brightly. “Whore.” It’s a joke between us. Always has been.
“I know, I know, but it just felt so perfect. He was kind and caring. And the things that man can do with his tongue, good lord.” Fanning my face with a hand, I become wet just thinking about his tongue between my legs again, tasting us. God, I need it.
“Glad I didn’t come home then.” She grins, and it’s then that I notice her tired appearance.
“Where did you go?” I shut off the burner, move the pan with the egg, bacon, and pepper scramble to the side, and pop a lid on it to melt the cheese.
“Spent the night with the girls. We drank, we played games, and I somehow slept half on a couch and half on the floor. I’m going to bed.” After kissing my cheek and hugging me, she heads to her room.
“I’ll leave food for you in the oven.”
She waves a hand at me, her door closing quietly behind her.
After popping a couple of blueberry bagels in the toaster, I cut and clean some berries, then make our coffee. I’m finished setting the table and plating everything up just as Law steps out of my room. Jeans riding low on his hips, button undone, shirtless, and hair a complete mess from my fingers.
“Good morning.” He grabs the front of my robe once I’m within reach and drags me into his body, slamming his mouth over mine and fucking my mouth the way he did my body. Melting into him, I undo it and let it drop to the floor.
“Ah fuck, baby, turn around.” Following direction, I press my hands to the island countertop and present my naked ass towards him.
“Trixie is home, so we have to be quiet,” I whisper, watching him lower the zipper of his pants, cock springing forward and already leaking as he slides between my folds.
“No, baby, you have to be quiet.” Smacking my ass with the tips of his fingers, I yelp and jump away from the contact. “Beautiful,” he murmurs.
Moaning as he enters my body, I bite my lip until it bleeds, not wanting to cry out. This man makes me very vocal.
“Please, Law, don’t tease me.” Our eyes meet, and it’s obvious he’s hurting too.
Leaning over my body, one of his hands lands between mine on the counter, and the other grabs me by the back of the neck as he whispers in my ear, “You keep quiet, and after your pussy is done sucking up all my cum, I’ll eat this cunt for breakfast.”
He’s fast, he’s dirty, and the sounds our bodies make are obscene. I come twice, biting down on his arm to stay quiet. When he finally rams home for the last time, coming deep inside me and burying his face into my neck as he groans, I go off with him again.
“Please,” I moan, turning my head to accept a kiss before he slides down my body, nipping along my spine and across my ass.
When he pulls my cheeks apart, I shiver as the cool air caresses my rosebud, and the sensation of him blowing on it before dropping a kiss makes me nearly collapse from the intimacy of it.
He’s quick to move onto my pussy, eating our honey like it’s lifesaving. His last meal. Something he’ll never taste again. I rest my forehead on the counter’s edge and can see him eating me out. The slurping and sucking as he dives his tongue into my hole sounds erotic as hell.
“Oh, Law.” The words expel from deep in my chest. I could drown in the pleasure of his mouth if he’d let me.
“Could eat you for days,” he mumbles, sucking my clit until it feels like I’ll explode before he lets go.
Sweat coats my body now, and he plunges two fingers into my pussy, then pulls them back out and feeds them to me before doing it a few more times.
After being thoroughly loved and ready to drop, he finally finishes and gets to his feet. Before he can help steady me, I fall to my knees in front of him. Grabbing his solid stalk, I meet his shocked eyes and suck him into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” Law groans, digging his hands through my messy hair and holding on tightly. “Dammit, Autumn, fucking suck it all down.”
Securing me in place, he shoves more of his dick into my mouth—unconcerned when I can’t breathe—and holds still for a few seconds before drawing back, then doing it again.
He’s relentless, and I love every minute of it.
Each time, he slides just a little farther until I’ve had enough waiting and force him deep by grabbing onto his ass and swallowing around him to get him to spurt down my throat.
“Shit, darling, fucking take it all!” His whispered shout is the only warning I get before he unloads.
Letting go of his ass, I wait until he’s nearly finished before grabbing a hold of him and allowing the rest of the cum to land on my face as I close my eyes.
It drips off my cheeks, covers my mouth, and slips down my throat and chest. I feel the warmth on my breasts as he moans one final time, releasing the last stream of semen across my lips.
Using his hand to wipe off my face, he spreads his essence everywhere. My lips, throat, breasts. “Good fucking god, Autumn, where the fuck did that come from?”
Smiling at him, I lick his flavor off my lips and lean against him, smearing his cum across his chest, as well. “I’ve been dreaming of doing that since I watched a porno when I was a teenager. I just never trusted anyone to do it before.”
Holding my face in both hands, he kisses me deeply, erotically, before slowing it down and pulling back so our eyes meet. “Marry me.”
My eyes widen, and before words form, my head nods.
“Yeah? Yes? You’ll be my wife?”
“God, yes, Law, I’ll marry you!” Jumping into his arms, we make love on the kitchen floor, our food long cold by the time we’re done.
Trixie popped out to see what the commotion was before hiding again once she got an eyeful. Thankfully, we were in such a way—practically glued to each other—that she only saw the sides of our bodies as we made out and had slow, sweet sex.
“We have to get you a ring,” Law pants into my mouth later, after we’d cleaned the kitchen, eaten the reheated breakfast, and now we’re back in bed, making love again.
“I don’t need a ring, Law, just you.” My back arches as he hits that sweet spot. I let out a muted cry as I come undone, and he follows after me.