16. Sev
16
SEV
I’m so happy, this is surely illegal. Immoral. Wrong.
But it’s not. I have claimed my woman, and my best friend has given his grudging approval.
“I love you and will make up for all our lost time, sweetheart.” I’ve stopped moving, just focusing on the exquisite sensation of her pleasure around my cock, and the look on her face. The joy of her beneath me and there being no need to be furtive is indescribable. There’s nothing to hide. Not my love for her, or the fact I’m obsessed. I flex my hips as she’s still recovering from her orgasm.
I smile as I shift, without slipping out of her, and settle onto my heels, her sweet little arse and lower back on my thighs and her legs splayed out on either side of my waist. Her shoulders are still on the bed, that inky black hair stark on the sheets.
I love it.
She lets out a whimper of pleasure as I lift one of her legs to my shoulder, and kiss her ankle. The other leg falls out, and the way she’s spread wide is so fucking sexy.
“Use me,” she whispers, her eyes flickering open and looking right at me. “Use my body to make yourself feel good.”
“What?” My brain stutters, even as I instinctively begin to move into her. The view of her is better than I’ve ever imagined. My cock disappearing into her wet entrance, glistening and slick. She’s pink and a little bit swollen. The cream we’re making together as I thrust into her is pink with her virgin blood, and the satisfaction I feel that I tore into her is savage.
“I want to be everything you need.” She gazes up at me with trusting, sparkling eyes. Happy. “It makes me hot to think of being the one you turn to. Being enough for you.”
“Enough?” I stop. I have no idea how, since my cock is screaming at me. But that word won’t do. “You’re not merely enough for me, sweetheart.”
Bringing one hand to her clit again, I circle it gently, testing her for it being too soon. Her gasp says it’s not. I stare down into her eyes, and my heart could burst with how much I love her. “You are exactly right for me in every way. You could only be perfect. My good girl.” I thrust deep. “My best girl.”
“Yes. Sev, please. Use me.” She grips the bedding.
I take her at her word, working her on my cock. I press the heel of my hand down onto the place in her belly where she’s speared and filled by me, feeling her from both sides, my hand and my cock, while I rub her clit.
“You’re so slick and tight, you feel like heaven. Being such a good girl for me.” I thrust harder, and then I can’t help it. I’m speeding up.
But I’m intent on her pleasure, too, so even as my balls tighten, and the pressure spirals at the base of my spine, I’m watching for the place that makes her shudder and moan. And yes, I’m using her. I lift her hips to get her onto my cock faster and deeper.
“Come, Maisie. I can’t hold on and I need to fill you up and make you pregnant.”
Her cheeks go pink, and she whines, almost lifting herself off the bed from her tense forearms.
“I’ll use you as my precious, perfect sex toy, filling you up over and over until my seed is permanently sliding down your thighs. I’m going to fuck my baby into you.”
She’s sobbing now, just needing that spark to tip her over.
“Milk it out of me,” I say hoarsely. “If you want it, take it, sweetheart. Take it.” I slam into her, my hands grasping. “I love you.”
She clenches around me, and I feel her orgasm before I hear her choked scream and see her shake with the intensity of it. And this time, I can’t hold on. One more stroke into her lush, beautiful body, and then I come.
I’ve never felt anything like it. My balls pull up as jet after jet wracks through me and into her. It’s an explosion of pleasure. I’ve lost control of myself. I roar. This girl is mine, and marking her by coming inside her is a primal satisfaction.
I’m broken. Mind, body, both destroyed. My heart is hers, given entirely, with every part of myself. As I promised, I filled her up.
But I’m not hollow. I’m full too.
Somehow, I manage to lie down and have her in my arms, careless of how messy we both are. My hands are sticky from her juices, and between her thighs and all over and around my cock is soaked. But when I lie on my side and press my forehead to hers, my chest is overflowing with love. It might be my love for her, or hers for me, I don’t have a clue.
All I know is that when I kiss her, she whispers, “I love you,” and I say the same thing back to her, and that is all that matters, and will ever matter.
I can’t move, and neither can she. I think we nap, and when I open my eyes, Maisie is tucked into my chest, and she’s awake, tracing her fingers across my skin.
“Did you mean it that you’ve watched me from when I started working for Morden?” she asks, her lips on the tattoo I got only weeks after we met.
“Yes.” I turn and press my lips to the top of her head. “There has been no one else since we met. You’re everything, and you always will be. I could no more think of loving another woman than a deep-sea fish could leave the ocean. It would be death. It would be throwing away all the things that nourish me, let me breathe, and give me joy.”
“Ohh.” She sighs happily.
“You’re mine, Maisie. I meant that. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”