Epilogue #2
"I might as well return the favor," I whispered, my voice still trembling.
I slid off the counter, my legs shaking so violently I nearly collapsed as I sank to my knees. The coolness of the stone floor was a stark contrast to the heat he radiated. I reached for the button of his jeans, popping it open and sliding the zipper down as my eyes met him.
His cock sprang free, thick and pulsing, the head already beaded with a pearl of clear pre-cum. I smiled at him.
“There’s my big boy,”
“He chuckled as he leaned back against the counter, allowing me to play with my toy.
His cock was heavy, the veins mapping the length of the shaft like a roadmap of desire, his balls hanging low and tight. I leaned in, my tongue tasting the salt of his skin, and I moaned for him as I swirled around the head to catch that drop of pre-cum. \
“Fuck,” I heard him curse above me and I looked up, holding his gaze as I slowly opened my mouth and took him in.
“Lantana,” he warned and I squeezed his balls as I sucked on him.
The girth of him stretched my jaw, filling me completely.
I slid down the length, my throat tightening as I took him deep, feeling the blunt head hit the back of my throat and I gagged, squeezing the base of him in one long stroke.
I focused on the texture, the velvet heat of his skin, the hardness of the shaft.
I used my hand to grip the base, pumping in sync with my mouth.
I sucked hard, creating a vacuum that made him groan, his hips twitching forward instinctively.
I looked up at him through my lashes, seeing the agony of pleasure etched into his features.
I increased the pace, my tongue swirling around the rim of the head, my saliva lubricating the shaft.
The sound of my mouth working on him with wet, sloppy slaps of my lips against his skin.
The dirtiness of the sound filled the quiet of the kitchen.
I felt the tension in his thighs, the way his breath hitched in a jagged rhythm.
Just as he reached the brink, Legion gripped my hair and pulled me back sharply, his cock sliding out of my mouth with a loud, wet pop.
"Enough," he gasped, his voice a raw command.
He grabbed my waist and spun me around in one fluid motion.
He slammed my chest down onto the granite counter, the cold stone shocking my skin and forcing a gasp from my lungs.
He bent my knees, lifting my ass high into the air, exposing me completely to him.
I felt his cock press against my entrance, the blunt head probing the drenched opening of my pussy, teasing the edges.
He didn't use a slow entry. He lunged forward, driving his full length into me in one powerful, singular thrust. I screamed into the granite, the air rushing out of my lungs as he filled me completely, hitting my cervix with a force that made my toes curl.
He began to fuck me with that raw, unrestrained intensity he reserved just for me.
Each thrust was a heavy blow, the sound of his balls slapping against my ass echoed in the room.
His rhythm was relentless, threatening to shatter me.
And I should have felt trapped beneath him, instead I wanted more.
He gripped my hips, his fingers bruising my skin, anchoring me as he hammered into me.
"You're mine, Lantana," he growled, his voice a raw, possessive command that vibrated through my entire body. "Do you hear me? Mine."
"Yes! Oh god, yes!" I sobbed, my breasts swinging against the counter with every impact, the friction of the stone and the heat of his body created a sensory overload.
I could feel every ridge of his cock rubbing against my pussy walls, stretching me, claiming every inch of me.
He reached around, his hand finding my clit, rubbing it vigorously as he continued to drive deep.
The dual stimulation pushed me over the edge again, the pleasure so intense it felt like pain.
I felt my walls contract, squeezing him tight, pulling him deeper into me.
Legion let out a roar, his body stiffening as he continued to fuck me through it.
My legs shook as I held on to the edge of the counter, my body shaking in pleasure as he took what he wanted.
Finally, in one sharp thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his weight crushing me against the counter.
I felt the hot, thick jets of his cum erupting deep inside me, pulsing against my womb in waves.
He held me there, his chest heaving against my back, his heart drumming a frantic, wild beat against my shoulder blades.
He didn't pull out immediately. He leaned down, kissing the nape of my neck, his breath warm and ragged.
"I love you, Lan," he whispered, his voice cracking with an emotion he rarely showed. "You’re stuck with me now.”
He slowly slid out of me, a wet, sucking sound marking the separation.
He helped me stand, pulling me into a tight, crushing embrace.
I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady, slowing rhythm of his heart.
The smell of sex and sliced apples lingered in the air, a strange, domestic, and perfect blend of the life we were building.
I closed my eyes, feeling the absolute safety of his arms. “If you ever decide to leave, Legion, just know that we’re going with you.”
He pulled back just enough to look at me, a small, knowing smile on his face. He reached down, resting his hand gently over my stomach.
"Deal," he said softly.
We stood there in the quiet of the kitchen, the half-sliced apples forgotten on the counter, as he kissed me deep and slow.
~Stay tuned for Hoax’s story in Deceiving the Biker coming in 2027~