This woman has put a damn spell on me.
“Feel how hard I am for you?” I rock against her.
She nods, her flush deepening. “I don’t think it will fit.”
I laugh, cock dripping at her naive words. “I don’t think it will either.” I lick up her sopping slit, tasting us mingled together, thinking this officially is the best scent in the world. “But we’re still gonna try.”
I knead her into a moaning heap, her hips working against my face, begging for more.
I’m not giving it yet.
“Clay,” she calls on soft breaths.
“Not yet, sweet Ember. Not until I say you’re ready.” I stroke her pussy long and slow, relishing the feel of her cunt quivering around my tongue. “We’ve got a lot more orgasms to go before this pussy is good and ready for me. I’ve never been with anyone else. I’ve been saving myself for marriage and I know we’re not married yet but I’m going to change that just as soon as I can. I’m safe and clean, baby, and I don’t want to use a condom.”
“I’ve never been with anyone, so I guess that makes me clean by default. But Clay, I’m not on the pill.”
“You’ve been a good girl not letting anyone have what’s always been mine.” I add a finger and she sighs. “I want to kill every fucker who’s ever laid eyes on your pretty face and had a dirty thought.” I add another finger; her hands clutch the sheets. “I’ll bust the balls of any man who thinks about getting between these pretty thighs.”
She can’t speak any longer, her chest arching off the bed as I slip through her trembling folds, completely under my control. One hand strokes my cock, tip rubbing the sheets, leaving a wet circle as I work her until she’s whimpering.
“It may take me a week, but the caveman in me wants to tie you up here until you’ve had so many orgasms you can’t walk and won’t want to.” I add a third finger, edging past the entrance of her innocent little pussy, spreading her slowly as I go, mouth watering as I devour the soft flesh of her clit.
She arches and moans, my fingers sliding deeper until the passage tightens—and I know no one else has been here. My cock throbs, anticipation curling inside me as I think of coating her warm womb with our future offspring.
“I’m a very possessive man, Ember, but I make sure I take care of what’s mine.”
She meets my eyes, nodding fiercely, then gives up another moan as my fingers hunt for another release.
“Already, I think you’ve achieved your goal.”
“Sweet Ember, you have no idea how much I want to ruin you.”
The scent of her is all over me—smoke and sweat and something sweeter I can’t name.
“I should be mad at you,” she gasps as another orgasm builds inside of her.
“You were.”
“I still am.”
“You’ll get over it.”
Her nails scrape lightly over my chest. “You scared me.”
I press a kiss to her neck and suck. “You brought me back.”
She shifts, eyes searching mine. “I’m not a damsel. I’m not someone you rescue once and then forget.”
I smirk. “Never.”
Her smile is small. “You say the sweetest things, Walker.”
“It’s true.”
“Is this...real?”
I grip her chin, hold her gaze. “You tell me.”
