Leaning over my body, one of his hands lands between mine on the counter, and the other grabs me by the back of the neck as he whispers in my ear, “You keep quiet, and after your pussy is done sucking up all my cum, I’ll eat this cunt for breakfast.”
He’s fast, he’s dirty, and the sounds our bodies make are obscene. I come twice, biting down on his arm to stay quiet. When he finally rams home for the last time, coming deep inside me and burying his face into my neck as he groans, I go off with him again.
“Please,” I moan, turning my head to accept a kiss before he slides down my body, nipping along my spine and across my ass. When he pulls my cheeks apart, I shiver as the cool air caresses my rosebud, and the sensation of him blowing on it before dropping a kiss makes me nearly collapse from the intimacy of it.
He’s quick to move onto my pussy, eating our honey like it’s lifesaving. His last meal. Something he’ll never taste again. I rest my forehead on the counter’s edge and can see him eating me out. The slurping and sucking as he dives his tongue into my hole sounds erotic as hell.
“Oh, Law.” The words expel from deep in my chest. I could drown in the pleasure of his mouth if he’d let me.
“Could eat you for days,” he mumbles, sucking my clit until it feels like I’ll explode before he lets go.
Sweat coats my body now, and he plunges two fingers into my pussy, then pulls them back out and feeds them to me before doing it a few more times.
After being thoroughly loved and ready to drop, he finally finishes and gets to his feet. Before he can help steady me, I fall to my knees in front of him. Grabbing his solid stalk, I meet his shocked eyes and suck him into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” Law groans, digging his hands through my messy hair and holding on tightly. “Dammit, Autumn, fucking suck it all down.”
Securing me in place, he shoves more of his dick into my mouth—unconcerned when I can’t breathe—and holds still for a few seconds before drawing back, then doing it again. He’s relentless, and I love every minute of it. Each time, he slides just a little farther until I’ve had enough waiting and force him deep by grabbing onto his ass and swallowing around him to get him to spurt down my throat.
“Shit, darling, fucking take it all!” His whispered shout is the only warning I get before he unloads.
Letting go of his ass, I wait until he’s nearly finished before grabbing a hold of him and allowing the rest of the cum to land on my face as I close my eyes. It drips off my cheeks, covers my mouth, and slips down my throat and chest. I feel the warmth on my breasts as he moans one final time, releasing the last stream of semen across my lips.
Using his hand to wipe off my face, he spreads his essence everywhere. My lips, throat, breasts. “Good fucking god, Autumn, where the fuck did that come from?”
Smiling at him, I lick his flavor off my lips and lean against him, smearing his cum across his chest, as well. “I’ve been dreaming of doing that since I watched a porno when I was a teenager. I just never trusted anyone to do it before.”
Holding my face in both hands, he kisses me deeply, erotically, before slowing it down and pulling back so our eyes meet. “Marry me.”
My eyes widen, and before words form, my head nods.
“Yeah? Yes? You’ll be my wife?”
“God, yes, Law, I’ll marry you!” Jumping into his arms, we make love on the kitchen floor, our food long cold by the time we’re done.
Trixie popped out to see what the commotion was before hiding again once she got an eyeful. Thankfully, we were in such a way—practically glued to each other—that she only saw the sides of our bodies as we made out and had slow, sweet sex.
“We have to get you a ring,” Law pants into my mouth later, after we’d cleaned the kitchen, eaten the reheated breakfast, and now we’re back in bed, making love again.
“I don’t need a ring, Law, just you.” My back arches as he hits that sweet spot. I let out a muted cry as I come undone, and he follows after me.
CHAPTER 8
Law
Never in my life did I think I’d turn down sex, but my dick is raw, Autumn is sore but won’t say so, and as we lay in the aftermath of what I believe is a two-day marathon of pure sex, with only stops for food, I have no regrets.
“You’re gorgeous in the morning.” Brushing her wild hair out of her face, her sleepy half-smile is still filled with so much joy.
“I’m a mess, but I love that you love me however I am.”
And, man, do I ever.
“We have to get up and out of bed today, get real food, shop for that ring.” Her eyes dance when I mention food. She still insists she doesn’t need a ring, and there’s no sense arguing with her; I’ll simply make it happen. I’m also planning to give her the wedding of her dreams.
“I’d love some good chicken and waffles with lots of syrup and a strawberry shake.” Licking her lips, her eyes glaze over as she thinks about it.
“Anything you want, love.” I help her up, and she runs to the bathroom quickly while I get dressed, thinking that a stop at my place might be a smart idea too.
