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I part my lips as wide as they will go and take his entire, swollen cock head inside my mouth, exploring the underside of it with my tongue. I moan at the scent and taste of his musk. He groans long and low, and he tightens his fist in my hair like he’s trying to slow me down when I dip my head to attempt to take more of his length. But I can’t take more than another inch or two when my jaw starts to ache, and I have to back up.
He doesn’t seem to care, though, and his breathing turns erratic while he stares at me like I’m giving him the world’s best blow job. It spurs me on, and I take him back in my mouth, settling on sucking the head while I pump my hands up and down his shaft. When I let one hand drift down to cup his large balls, rolling one in my palm to get a feel for it, Wyatt suddenly yanks his hips back and pulls me up and into his arms again, legs spread around his wide waist.
Shit, was it really that bad?
“Christ, I’m gonna cum. Thirty seconds of your mouth on my cock, and I’m ready to blow. Can’t waste it, babygirl. Gotta cum where it belongs.”
Wyatt slams my back against the tile wall, snakes a hand between us to spread my pussy lips, and sinks his monster cock inside me in one go. I gasp at the sudden, brutal stretch and burn around his cock. Thank god I’m still so wet from whatever he did to me last night, or it would be a lot worse.
The pain is quickly drowned out by the insane amount of pleasure he forces on me, pumping in and out of me so hard that I can feel him all the way at the back of my channel, hitting that delicious spot deep inside me.
“Oh god, Daddy! Yes!”
“I ain’t never met a woman like you, Dolly. Won’t ever meet a woman like you again. You’re mine, babygirl, now and forever. And I’m yours.” Wyatt’s thrusts are as erratic as his breathing, his rhythm faltering, and he maneuvers his hand between us to massage my clit.
“Yes. I’m yours, and you’re mine. Yes!” I scream as he repeatedly, savagely thrusts inside my pussy while he applies more pressure to my clit, and I explode in a burst of electricity that shoots through me from my core and out through my limbs.
Wyatt roars out my name and cums with his dick buried to the hilt, filling me with his heat. When I drop my head to his shoulder, and my muscles go lax, unable to hold up my legs around his waist on my own, he pulls me away from the wall. He sinks to the floor of the tub with his dick still inside me, holding me in his arms as we come down from our intense orgasms, all the while murmuring his thanks and praise over me. We let the hot water run over us until it starts to cool.
Wyatt taps my thighs and motions for me to stand so he can as well. “Thank you, Babygirl,” he says softly, giving me a slow, sensual kiss. “Time to wash up now and then get to packing.” He tips my head back and places another slow kiss on my lips, then hands me my shampoo.
By the time we are finished cleaning up, Wyatt scowling when I wash between my thighs, the water has run completely cold. I’m shivering as he turns off the tap, then lifts me out of the tub to dry me off with a towel.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I give him a little wink, much more playful now that I’m post-orgasm than when I first woke up in bed with his fingers inside me.
Wyatt brushes out my wet hair and beams at me in the mirror, making my heart flip. I realize I want to see him like this all the time—happy, smiling, and relaxed. I’m genuinely happy for the first time in my life, all because of him. My heart flips again, and I beam right back at him.
Wyatt
What a way to start the day. Dolly has finally accepted she’s mine, and she even went a step further and claimed me for herself. Even if I live to be a hundred years old and forget my own name, I’ll never forget the moment she said, “I’m yours, and you’re mine.”
I’m smiling so much today that my cheeks ache as I move the few pieces of furniture I have out of the apartment and into the trailer I rented and hitched to my truck. It’s crazy to think I’ve only known Dolly for five days—the best five days of my life since I became an adult. And here we are, packing up my shitty studio apartment, getting ready to move into our first house together.
I know this is fast, and most people will think we’ve gone crazy—everyone except Mama, that is. I know she was surprised when I brought Dolly home to meet her, but I also know she gets it since she and Pops were making plans to get married within days of knowing each other too.
When you know, you know.
My connection to Dolly feels like fate. It was meant to be that she ran out in front of my truck, that she responded to my touch within hours of meeting, and that I couldn’t stop thinking about her and her safety when I, like an idiot, left her behind that first time. My smile drops when I remember the pain I caused her. I’m a lucky man that she chose to forgive me, and I’ll never take that for granted. I’ll happily spend my life making it up to her.
My eyes drift over to her, where she’s packing the dishes and cookware in the kitchen. Her back is to me, and she’s humming a song I can’t make out while she bobs her head to the beat. She’s wearing a new pair of jeans that show off her jiggling peach of an ass as she dances a little.
I feel the stirrings of an erection when I think about bending her over the counter and sinking my teeth into it. I walk up silently behind her and hug her, inhaling her scent as I press my nose into her damp hair. My smile is back in full force as she leans into me, continuing to hum, and wraps her arms over mine around her waist.
I drag her hair to one side and place a kiss behind her ear. “Are you about done?”
She hums out a yes. “This is the last box, I think.”
“Alright then. I’ll tape it up and take it down to the trailer.” I kiss the crook of her neck, step back, and slap her fine ass lightly.
Dolly giggles and dances away, and the sight of her laughing and smiling steals my breath. I’ve never felt this way about another woman, and I know now whatever loving feelings I had toward Crystal were merely a shadowy imitation of the real thing.
Dolly is it for me.
I love her.
I don’t know how she’ll react if I tell her just yet, though, so I keep it to myself for now.
We lock up the apartment and climb into the truck, and I don’t give the apartment a second glance as we pull out on the road. I hope I never see it again.
