Chapter 32
Amelia
It was one thing to talk about it; it was another to put it into action.
But I never imagined it would be this exhilarating.
You know when you have those sex dreams that you feel are real but you wake up and it isn’t…
yeah that wasn’t it. Because that dream became a reality and when you wake up to a giant sexy god-like man filling you until you are on the brink of seeing stars, you thank whoever put them in your path.
I moaned through the eye mask in my mouth. My hands were restrained, pinned underneath his body, cuffed together, which only made things ten times more sensitive and heightened.
“Shooter…” I muffled through the mask.
He shook his head. “You have something you want to tell me?”
I cocked my head.
I knew he couldn’t understand me through muffled sounds, but my eyes pleaded with him, trying to understand his meaning.
With a strong hand, he heaved my arms above my head, making my back arch further up.
I whimpered, still feeling his cock stretching me.
I needed him to move, to end the torture.
I wiggled my hips, begging for movement.
“I think you needed a reminder of who you belong to, Amelia.”
I never forgot that. He was proving it every day, being a better man than I ever imagined. Even he scared me from time to time.
“Don’t move those arms,” he commanded, leaning down to latch onto my nipple that was hardened from need.
A simple nip felt like a fire burning in me.
I could cry at the feeling, to be edged, to want more.
He continued with the pleasurable torture switching from biting to sucking all while slowly thrusting in and out of my pussy.
His beard gave my skin even more sensation, prickling along my flesh.
“That’s it. I know what you need.” His deep, gravelly voice vibrated against my skin. “Just you and me, you could scream all you want, beg all you want, and only I could hear you.”
He straightened up, gripping my hips as he started to fuck me deep with a pace that drove me to edge and back.
“You want me to fill this pretty pussy with my cum.” Thrusting faster, with his grip tight on my hips. “Fill you until you’re leaking.” I didn’t think, I just nodded. “You want me to fill you, take every last drop, create a beautiful baby.”
If I wasn’t awake before, I was after hearing those words.
Keeping my arms back as instructed, I gently raised my head, seeing not only his cock disappear inside me.
That’s why it felt so good, and so right.
I was feeling everything, I was feeling all of him.
My mind was clearer than any day, even if I was lost in a mind fog, I wanted to say, “I want that too.”
But all I gave was single tears starting to stream down my face. I nodded. Deep down, my soul knew, my heart knew that after all this road I had been on, it was leading to him. He would be the one to erase every nightmare, he would be the one to love me for me.
“There’s my beautiful girl. I got you.” He wiped my tears away. I wasn’t going to last long, not by the way he was fucking me. “Blink once for me to stop, blink three times for me to keep going. Three times to tell me you want this.”
The only control I had, that he gave me, and those beautiful eyes waited for an answer.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
With practically a roar, he never let up, pulling my knees wide and to my chest, his cock pounded into me.
“My woman.” thrust “Mine to take care of.” thrust “Mine to chase her demons away.”
My vision blurred, my body trembled, I exploded with pure ecstasy.
Like a million butterflies fluttering in my body.
“That’s right, give me what I want.” My tears flowed to the eye mask, but I was relieved when he plucked it out of my mouth only to seal his lips on mine, chasing his own orgasm.
He swallowed my cries and replaced them with the feeling of love and being cherished, being wanted.
With only one hard thrust, Shooter came hard and spilled inside my pussy. Both of us coming down from self-induced lust, our bodies sweaty. Nothing in the world was going to pull me away this time.
He stayed there, his cock slowly still spurting his release. His lips pressed against my forehead, breathing in our scent.
“You are breathtaking,” he cooed.
“I want to touch you,” I whimpered. He smiled and unlocked the cuffs. I couldn’t reach him fast enough to pull him to me. I needed him closer, to feel his tattooed skin on mine.
Only minutes later he pulled away, his cock slowly leaving me.
He crouched down, looking at my pussy. Our cum started to seep from me.
The tips of his fingers glided over my sensitive pussy.
He scooped up our cum and started to push it back in.
I groaned at the feeling, it was primal, it was a claiming.
“Be a good girl, and keep it in there.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh.
I wasn’t going to argue. He laid next to me, but yanked me close to him.
He was mine.
That’s when the emotions that had been pushed back during him claiming me came back and with vengeance.
I wrapped my head around the thought of if I was ready, but that’s the thing, you never know and you’re never really prepared. Shooter held me tight against him, and for a moment my mind shut off and just enjoyed feeling him near me.
To be honest, I was ready for hibernation, I was ready to let go and forget everything.
My body started to tremble. I nuzzled further into his neck, trying to keep it together.
“I’m here, Amelia.” His calm voice soothed me.
Tears threatened to spill down my cheeks. “Please don’t make promises you don’t mean.”
“I meant all of them.” He reassured me, resting his chin on my head.
“Why?”
He sighed. “Because for the longest time, I thought you were just a saving grace, someone to pull me out of the darkness. What I realized is that we needed each other. Someone to show each other that we could have it all. Even if I didn’t realize what that could look like.”
His words felt real, and I guess for the longest time, I stopped fighting him, pushing him away.
I wished I realized it sooner. He didn’t have to tell me he loved me, not when I felt it every day.
I could feel the words at the tip of my tongue, like they were itching to be told.
But when I opened my mouth, no sound came out.
“Your soul calls to mine.”
“Every dark and twisty way.” It sounded too poetic, and yet, just right.
He hummed. “My woman.”
“Would it be crazy to call you mine?”
“I would love to hear you call me that.”
I smiled, looking into his dark eyes. “Okay.”
Shooter moved to sit up against the headboard, his arm still wrapped around me. The moment of bliss was over and reality was about to settle back in.
“Why didn’t you tell me about the debt?”
“I mean technically I did,” I tried to tease my way out of it.
“I’m not above fucking the truth out of you,” he warned, and yet I was tempted again.
In one swift movement, he hurled me to sit on top of him, straddling him, his cock inches away from my heat. “Try again,” he urged me.
Open and exposed, it was time to set the truth free.
“Because it’s on me, not you. I’m the one that put myself in this mess and it’s my mess to clean up.
Shooter, I’ve never wanted nor expected you to do anything for this.
” I rested my hand on his chest, tracing circles, “I didn’t want you involved, when I think of you and me, I needed to have nothing of my old life involved. ”
He brushed some hair out of my face,“Have I not proved that I can take care of you?”
“It’s not that. I know you can and you will. Dr. Andres told me something, that a new life would cost me my old one, and when it did, I needed to be done with my old life.”
“She sounds wise.”
“She is, and she’s right. My old life, my divorce will be the end of my old life and I can start anew with you.” I smiled, hoping that he understood. “Plus, that’s a lot of money.”
“I can help move things along and end the old life in a heartbeat.” There was something sinister in that statement.
“It’s not just that though.” I sighed. “I didn’t need you to solve my own problems. That’s not why I want you.”
His smirk melted my insides. “And yet I can help.”
I shook my head. “I’m not asking you too.”
“Good thing I wasn't asking for permission. Because the way I see it, the sooner you get it paid off, the quicker the signature, and the sooner you can stop looking over your shoulder unless it’s at me fucking you.” He winked.
“River,” I groaned. “Please. One less thing you need to worry about.”
“I’m already working on it. Too late.” he said, before lifting me, and sliding his cock in slowly.
“And you’re gonna be a good girl, and not argue or fight me on it.
I commend you, that big heart of yours takes on way too much, maybe it’s time to just let go and accept the help.
Who knows, maybe in the end you’ll feel lighter, freer. ”
The once empty feeling was gone with the stretching from his cock inside me. The way one simple movement could silence every thought in my head.
“So, you want a life with me? This chaotic life that never ends.” I breathlessly ask, my body still reeling from the bliss that exploded in me.
“As long as I have you by my side, letting me love you the only way you could dream of, and filling you everyday. I want to see that damn smile, hear that little giggle you hide, I want to laugh every time you run into something or you’re stuck in a thought.”
“I don’t always run into something.” I pouted, only for it to be knocked off when he gripped my hips and moved me along his cock.
“Peaches, you have bruises that are not from me or anyone else.” He curled an eyebrow.
“That’s another thing, why the hell do you call me peaches?”
He smirked, moving his hands to my ass, gripping it before smacking it, making me jolt.
“Because when I first met you, and you walked away, the way your hips swayed, presenting a perfect peachy ass. The only thing I could think of was sinking my teeth into it and if you would taste like peaches on my tongue.”
A sense of heat rushed to my cheeks. “Fuck me,” I whispered.
“If that’s what you wish, I’m sure we could pull another round or three. As long as you stop holding back the truth from me.”
I nodded.
No more lies, no more hiding the truth. He had proved time and time again, he wasn’t going anywhere.
Nor did I want him to. He cradled me into his chest, the sheer warmth of his skin and his heartbeat at a steady pace, it was easy just to melt into him like it was the simplest thing to do.
That night, there weren’t any nightmares, no scared screams to fill the room.
When I woke up, Shooter was gone, and his side was cool to the touch.
A little disappointment, but in the end he’d be back.
I sat up in bed, looking at the bright sun peeking through the curtains, my body ached from the pleasure that was wrung out of me.
My eyes drifted the end of the bed to find a folded up note and a black jacket under it.
I reached for the note, reading every word written on the page.
Amelia,
It’s the saddest thing when I have to leave the most beautiful woman in bed, looking like mine. Duty calls, but I’ll see you soon. In the meantime, remember you’re mine. And if you forget, look at your gift.
Shooter.
His. I was always going to be his. It was just a matter of time.
The cool material touched my fingertips, and when I opened it, my eyes widened at the reminder that I was only his. The simple reminder brought a smile to my face when the words “Property of Shooter” sat along the back. I texted Melody, and was greeted with a phone call.
The next message though, just proved to Shooter that he had someone to come back to and soon. I found myself loving myself again, renewed confidence which resulted in a mirror picture of just the jacket and underwear.