For a moment, I thought of going to the kitchen or even up the stairs, but in the end I realized I wanted to get caught. I ran toward the bedroom, giggling like crazy, my heart pounding as I heard him come after me with his heavier footfalls clear as day even over the whooshing in my ears.
Just as I was about to go around his bed, his strong arms came around me, and I yelped as he tossed me on the mattress as if I weighed nothing. The swoop in my stomach felt like flying over the jump again.
I had barely time to roll onto my back when he was on me, smirking in a way that made my cock hard in an instant.
“You caught me,” I panted.
“So I did,” he murmured, his hand going around my throat. Not to squeeze, but to hold.
“W-What are you going to do to me now that you have me?” I asked, excitement coloring my voice.
“I’m going to take what’s mine.” His words turned into a growl that he muffled by kissing me until I had no breath left in my lungs.
Then he flipped me onto my stomach, lubed his cock, and smeared some lube in and around my hole in an almost perfunctory manner that made me so fucking hot I couldn’t stand it.
“You’re going to take what I give you.” He nipped at the back of my neck as he pressed the head of his dick against my hole. “You know what to say if you want me to stop.”
Yeah, I knew. Red. We’d agreed on it pretty early as a blanket safeword in case anything went wrong at any time, and we needed a pause.
“What? Meatloaf?” I asked innocently just before he began to push in.
He stopped. “I…What?”
“Yeah, you know, ‘I’ll do anything for love, but I won’t do that’?” I asked innocently.
I wasn’t exactly too young to know who Meat Loaf was–thanks, Rocky Horror Picture Show–but I could admit stealing the safeword thing from a meme.
For a moment, Law was still, then he groaned. And then he pushed inside me with no mercy until he bottomed out. The sounds that escaped me were animalistic, part because of the pain, but mostly because he made me so fucking hot, handling me like this.
“Tell me, brat of mine,” he growled against the side of my head. “Should I let you adjust or just fuck you until you can’t form coherent words?”
I let out a whine of pure, utter lust, and he read it exactly right. Without waiting, he pulled out most of the way, then slammed inside me and proceeded to steal my capability to produce speech until I was a puddle in a puddle, with his cum leaking out of me the way I liked the best.
I barely registered him leaving the bed to grab a washcloth, and as he cleaned me up while admiring his handiwork, I just felt loved.
He rolled me onto my back and took care of most of the wet spot, then took the cloth back into the bathroom. Then got me aglass of water and made me drink it before gathering me into his arms and pulling the sheet over us.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, petting my noodley form with a smug expression on his stupid face.
I made an incoherent noise, and he laughed, then squeezed my ass cheek with his gigantic mitt of a hand and made me whine with the pain.
“Too much?”
I shook my head limply. “Perfect.”
He kissed the top of my head and we stayed like that until I was able to talk again.
“Shower, then food?” he asked eventually.
“Sure. Sounds good. Carry me?”
He laughed as he got out of bed and then grabbed me into a fireman’s carry. I yelped and stared at his ass as he did as I’d asked. Damn it. I hadn’t thought he’d actually do it, but the view was magnificent.
I told him as much as I slapped his ass. He grunted and put me down in the shower, then turned the water on. The first few seconds were cold as hell and I screeched, but then it warmed up and I didn’t comment anything further.
We washed each other and cuddled under the hot water, then got dressed in the comfiest things we had and went into the kitchen.
As we sat at the table to eat, I grinned at him.
