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I drop down over Dolly, holding myself up with one hand on the mattress as my other hand angles my dick down ‘til I can press the head of my cock against her sore pussy hole. Dolly groans a little in her sleep but doesn’t wake, so I press in another inch and cum hard inside her, dragging a moan out from deep inside my chest while thanking god she’s such a heavy sleeper.
As much as I want to fall asleep on top of her with my dick tucked nice and warm inside her, I don’t want to crush the girl, and I don’t want to attempt to move her to her side and risk jostling her awake. I ease back until my spent dick falls out, then lower my face as close to her slit as I can.
With the light coming in through the cracks between the blinds, I can see my cum trickle out of her. I frown and gather up what’s leaked out with the tips of my fingers and push it back in, wishing I hadn’t left my phone in the pocket of my jeans so I could take another photo. I may not be able to sleep with my dick inside her like I want to, but I’ll use my fingers to plug her pussy all night, keeping my cum right where it belongs.
Chapter 22
Dolly
It’s like that movie Groundhog Day, waking up and questioning what the hell? each morning. My pussy isn’t quite as sore or broken as it was yesterday, but it sure as shit doesn’t feel normal. No, it’s from Wyatt’s fingers stuffed inside me in his sleep at my side.
I don’t try to sneak out of bed by slowly pulling away because I know it won’t work. Instead, I fling myself to the side as hard as I can, rolling off the bed and landing on my back on the floor.
Wyatt peeks over the side of the bed, his brows furrowed in concern just as I feel the telltale sign of his cum leaking out of me. I lift the hem of my shirt and stare down at my sticky, wet thighs.
Before he can open his mouth to ask me why I flung myself out of bed, I jump to my feet and shout, “You…you motherfucker! You came inside of me again! How? When?” I don’t give him a chance to answer, though, before stomping into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.
Well, I try to anyway.
Sometimes, I forget Wyatt is a giant, and it only takes him two strides to get from the bed to the bathroom door. He stops the door with his hand and steps inside the bathroom with me. He’s completely, gloriously naked, and his heavy dick swings between his thick thighs, something I try hard to ignore, but my eyes can’t stop dropping to it, watching as it swells.
He crowds me until my butt hits the bathroom counter, then picks me up and sets me on it, spreading my legs wide for his hips to fit between them. He doesn’t look the least bit apologetic, which, really, I should know better than to expect by now.
Wyatt leans back and eyes my pussy, and I do the same, suddenly realizing he must have taken my panties off last night since I’m bare. I watch, transfixed, as he gathers his cum that has leaked out and spreads it like lotion over my inner thighs and mound.
My breath stutters at the fierce, possessive look in his brown eyes when he raises them to meet mine. “My pussy to fuck, my pussy to fill, my pussy to breed.”
I know what I should be doing—kicking and screaming and fighting like hell to get away from him. But I don’t. I do what feels right instead—spread my legs a fraction wider as my heart beats double time, letting his claim consume me and burn away my silent protests.
His voice is a deep baritone when he palms the side of my face and leans down to nip my earlobe, his beard rasping against the sensitive skin of my neck. “That’s it. You know the truth of it now, don’t you? You’re mine, and you like being mine.”
It wasn’t a question, but I nod, suddenly drunk on his possessiveness. He strips me of my shit, then lifts me from the counter, keeping my legs circled around his waist, and steps into the tub. He turns the tap and spins us around so the cold water that jets out of the shower head hits his back instead of mine. Wyatt’s dick is at full mast and sliding between my folds, teasing me with it when he presses me up against the shower wall.
And. I. Snap.
We claw at each other, our mouths meeting in a frenzy. He steals my breath with the force of his claiming kiss. I want him just as badly as he does me, and I squirm and drop my legs from around his waist. There’s something he’s done to me multiple times that I want to do to him, giving him the same kind of pleasure.
“Let me down, Wyatt,” I pant, but he shakes his head and keeps a punishing grip on my waist. “Daddy, please let me down,” I say, trying another tactic to get my way. “I want to taste you.”
Wyatt looks crazed now, and I love it. “You want to taste me? Fuck, babygirl, you’re gonna kill me saying shit like that.”
I circle his neck and brush my nose against his. “Please, Daddy. I want to you in my mouth,” I purr. I lean in and tilt my head to swirl my tongue around his earlobe, and he groans as he bucks his hips against mine, then sets me on my feet. The water has finally warmed, and the bathroom fills with steam.
I drag my fingers down his sexy, masculine chest hair and his happy trail as I sink to my knees, resting them on his tree-trunk-sized thighs. Wyatt’s breathing comes hard and fast, and I haven’t even touched his dick yet, and…holy shit!
Obviously, I know he has a huge dick. It’s so big I could barely walk yesterday after he took my virginity. But goddamn, seeing it when it’s level with my face, all I can think is how the hell did all that fit inside me? And how the fuckity fuck is it going to fit in my mouth?
Suddenly unsure of myself, I tell him, “I don’t know what I’m doing, and you’re so big, so tell me if it doesn’t feel good or you want me to try something different.”
Wyatt gathers my loose hair in one fist, smooths his other hand over my cheek, pops his thumb into my mouth, and drags my bottom lip down. “Everything you do to me feels good, babygirl. Fucking. Everything.” His hips jerk forward when I straighten on my knees, and I take that as my cue.
I circle his long, thick cock with both hands, fist over fist, slowly working them both up and down as pre-cum starts to bubble up at his tip. I look up and up and up, craning my neck all the way back until I’m looking Wyatt right in the eye. I lean forward to dip my tongue into the slit to lap up his pre-cum, tasting him for the first time.
He looks like a god towering over me, and I’m the lucky girl who has all of his attention and adoration. He looks at me like I’m a gift sent straight from heaven, and it’s in this moment that I truly feel it—mind, body, and soul—I am his.
Not breaking eye contact, I give him the words I know he wants to hear, knowing the heavy truth of them when I speak. “I’m yours.” I kiss his tip, letting his pre-cum paint my lips, and lean back. “And you’re mine.”
Wyatt—this burly, giant god of a man—trembles when I say that, and I know he feels the truth of it, too—mind, body, and soul.
