Chapter 44
Sloan
“Mine.” Her hand ran over where my heart was, and I could have sworn she felt how fast it was beating. It’s all for you, I thought, but couldn’t find the words. I was too busy focusing on not swallowing my tongue at a naked Magnolia spread out over her bed.
She was so fucking perfect, and I couldn’t help but take my time looking at her—from her hair sprawled out in every which way and her makeup-free face. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, and I felt that all the way down to my cock that was straining painfully behind the zipper of my jeans. I couldn’t help but wince when my eyes trailed over the bruises that littered her skin. I wanted to rage and destroy everything in my path at the thought of something happening to her, at the thought that I almost didn’t get there in time. I wanted to smack her ass, over and over, until it was the prettiest shade of red since she put herself in danger multiple times.
Now wasn’t the time for that, though, so I continued my visual perusal of all things Magnolia. Taking in the roundness of her breasts, the dips and curves of her hips, the way her thighs pooled around her, and her ass jiggled at any movement. Perfect, just so fucking perfect. Mine.
I’d never felt this way looking at a woman before. The blood that was left in my head that hadn’t traveled down to my cock was rushing, and the only coherent thought I could make out was, Mine. Mine. Mine.
My eyes traveled back up to meet hers, and she reached for me. I caught her wrist and brought it to my mouth to kiss it. “Tell me you want this,” I whispered over the kisses I was placing on her wrist.
“I want this.”
“There’s no going back after this, do you understand me?” My eyes bore into hers, knowing she saw what lay behind them—the intensity I couldn’t describe because I’d never felt this before. Mine.
She gulped and didn’t answer right away, and I couldn’t help the growl that rose from me. “Magnolia…” I ground out. If she wanted me to walk away, I would. It would kill me, but I would. For her.
“I’m yours,” she whispered, and I let my eyes close at those words as the meaning behind them washed over me. My eyes opened, and I knew she saw the feral glint in them as I kneel before her.
“Do you know what this means?” I asked her. The intensity of the room around us was almost too much. She shook her head, but her gaze never left mine.
“It means, no more running, Magnolia. ” I spread her legs apart and placed kisses on her calves, using my hands to massage when I pulled my mouth away. “It means when we argue, you stay to work it out.” My kisses traveled between her thighs, and her breathing turned into light gasps. “It means every part of you is mine now.” Her light gasps turned into moans, and my zipper dug into me painfully, but she needed to know this was all about her. “I’m not just talking about your body, Magnolia—as magnificent as it is, better than all my dreams and fantasies combined.” My tongue guided over her pussy lips, and she nearly jolted off the bed, but I had her thighs pressed down with my hands.
“ Sloan.” Her breathy plea reached my ears but I wasn’t finished yet.
I couldn’t help but dip my tongue in to taste her again, tangy and sweet. I let my tongue slowly circle her clit as her hands flew to my hair, and she desperately tried to grind her pussy into my face. She was greedy for me, and I felt myself grow harder if that was even possible.
“Not yet, baby…not yet.”
She whined and I nipped her clit and her legs shook. I knew she was close to losing it.
“It means, your heart is mine, now and forever, you got me?” I swiveled my tongue over her again to relieve some of the ache I knew she must be feeling because her hips were rotating, trying to find anything to relieve the pressure.
“ Yes, yes, yours. All yours , ” she panted out, and I found myself losing it at her confession.
I buried my head as far as I could between her thighs, no longer taking it easy on her, lapping up all her juices. I didn’t bother to fight back the moan at how good she tasted. I slowly slid my index finger into her; she was so wet and tight that I couldn’t help myself and added a second finger.
“Please, yes, that’s it.” Magnolia chanted in a voice that sounded almost ethereal, and I couldn’t help but keep my eyes locked on her. She was absolutely breathtaking. The way she ground up against me, taking what she wanted; the way she moaned softly at first, but the sound grew with each passing second.
“Do you like my mouth on your clit with my fingers in you, baby?” I asked her and she let out a gasp and a frantic shake of her head. “Do you want to come on my tongue or my cock, Magnolia?”
“I think you should come on my cock, Magnolia. I think I’d like to talk you through your first orgasm with me, yeah?” I whispered into the folds of her pussy while I kept my gaze firmly on her.
“Yes, Sloan. Yes, that.” Her breathy consent was the only reason I pulled away from her, my new favorite taste .
I felt brief relief when I undid my zipper and my cock sprung free, but the relief was short-lived as I looked down at Magnolia. My cock twitched, and I couldn’t help the mess of pre-cum that had pooled over the tip. I was so turned on that I was surprised I hadn’t come in my jeans.
Magnolia’s eyes ate up the scene before her—my jeans at my feet as I kicked them off, my left hand gripping my painfully throbbing dick while I leaked on the floor. Magnolia’s tongue swiped out as she saw it, and I groaned as she scrambled and got on her knees before me.
“Can I?” she asked.
I couldn’t form words at the sight of my girl on her knees before me. I nodded my yes in response. She took me into her mouth without hesitation, and I almost blew right then. Her mouth was so wet , so perfect. She twirled her tongue around my tip, and I saw stars.
Refusing to embarrass myself by coming down her throat in less than three seconds, I wound my hand in her hair and tugged until she let go, pouting.
“I wasn’t done,” she whispered and made a grab for my dick. I almost let her have it, but I needed in her pussy more.
“Magnolia, lay down.” To my surprise, she did what she was told. She laid down on the bed and turned her entire focus to me. “I’m going to fuck you real nice and slow this first time, okay, baby?” I explained to her while I fisted my cock, her whimper the only response.
“You’re going to spread those legs for me, aren’t you, baby?”
She nodded and spread them just like I asked. “You’re going to take what I give you, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes, yes, ” she pleaded as I grabbed a condom from my wallet, ripped it open, and slipped it over my dick as she watched in fascination.
“Are you ready for me? For this?” I asked while sliding in between her thighs.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I needed to hear her say it. I continued lining myself up with her entrance as I waited for her to respond.
“Yes, I’m ready.” She tried to shimmy down a bit to urge me in faster, but I wasn’t having it.
“ Tell me, ” I demanded, taking the tip and slowly rotating it over her folds and her clit. She started to move her hips frantically, and I knew how close she was to exploding, but not yet .
“I’m ready, I’m ready,” she chanted over and over again.
“For what, Magnolia?” I slowly slid the tip in . Fuck, she was so hot and wet.
“For you, for us.” She gripped my forearms, her eyes locked on mine, and I could see the truth there. She was ready. I smiled and bent down to kiss her while I slowly inched my way in. Magnolia’s body started to shake as my tongue traced the outline of her lips, and she frantically gripped my arms, and I knew what was about to happen.
“Are you going to come on my cock, Magnolia?” The shaking of her body intensified, but I refused to move any faster, knowing the slow strokes would drag this out almost painfully.
“ Sloan, please . God , please, I need to come .” She had tears in her eyes over the sensations wracking her body, and still, I refused to give in.
“I know, baby. I know, just trust me.” I started to move my cock in and out but still at a slow speed, making sure she felt every hard ridge inside her, every vein that was throbbing for her. She was so wet, and her moans were so beautiful that I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
I continued my leisurely pace but bent her knees so I was almost impossibly deep. The shaking of her thighs now extended to her whole body, and I knew how close she was.
“ Such a good girl, taking my cock this way ,” I whispered in her ear. “You’re going to come for me. You’re so perfect; you were made for me.”
“I want you to come for me,” was the last thing I said before I pinched her clit and she exploded around me. Her pulsating pussy sent me over the edge into mind-numbing bliss, and I was pretty sure I blacked out. I came to my senses with Magnolia beneath me, looking up at me in half wonderment.
“I know,” I said to her. I wished I didn’t have a condom on because I wanted to stay buried in her tight heat for the rest of the night. Slowly I pulled out, kissing her forehead and telling her I’d be right back.
I made my way into the bathroom and disposed of the used condom, then grabbed a smaller towel. I waited for the water to heat up before wetting it and heading back out to clean up Magnolia. Her eyes were half mast, and I knew she was on the verge of passing out—not that I blamed her. Every part of me was stated: mind, heart, body, and soul.
“I’m going to clean you up, okay, baby?”
She nodded, her eyes fluttering closed. She flinched a little when I brought the cloth to her, but I knew it was just because she was oversensitive. I quickly finished, then pulled her body over mine as her soft snores filled the room.
“I love you,” I whispered to a sleeping Magnolia and buried her as deep into my side as she would go.