Scarlett sits up and it forces her to take more of me. Her hair falls everywhere, and she reaches up to pull it up. The action causes her perfect tits to lift, and I arch up, taking one into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the soft flesh. The part of me which is possessive and barbaric thrills at the sight of my marks on her pale skin.
“Connor,” Scarlett whimpers. “I love the way you fill me. The most delicious stretch.”
I keep my hands on her waist as she starts to ride me, slowly at first, rocking back and forth, her hips undulating over me.
“I wanted you to see me up there,” she says, locking eyes with me. “See the way I rode that bull. I wanted you to picture me like this, riding you in the middle of the night because I can’t go another second without you inside me.”
She rides me lazily, not chasing an orgasm, only a connection. When she gets a wistful look in her eyes, I fist her hair and gently pull her head back until her eyes meet mine.
“I’m yours, baby girl. However and whenever you want me. I’ve been yours since the moment I looked up and saw you in a crowd of thousands of people. There hasn’t been anyone else since you and there won’t be anyone else after you.”
Gripping the back of my neck, Scarlett gives me a sloppy, sucking kiss.
“I’m still so angry,” she says. “You left me without a second thought and made me feel like I didn’t deserve your love. Like I didn’t matter.”
I know I fucked up, but it isn’t until this moment that I realize the magnitude of it. I didn’t just break Scarlett’s heart, which is bad enough. I also made her doubt herself.
“No, baby.” I hug her to me, foreheads resting against each other. We’re having this raw conversation while she continues to shift her hips over me.
“If there’s anyone unworthy in this relationship, it’s me. I left to protect you because I would never have been able to give you what you deserved once I came back. I knew that my time and attention would be divided, and you deserved so much better.”
“And you couldn’t tell me that?” She cries out when I move and my cock hits a part that drives her wild.
“Do you know how much I love you? From the moment I saw you, I was yours. I was ready to leave my career right then and there to be with you,” I tell her honestly. “The only reason I continued was because you weren’t ready to have my attention on you 24/7. If you give me the chance, I’ll keep you locked away, so I never have to be without you. I didn’t have a choice other than to come back and I knew hearing your voice, seeing your tears would have killed me.”
“You were selfish!” She bites out.
“I was,” I admit. “I still am. Give me the slightest hint and you’re never leaving here again.”
Scarlett pushes me back and I fall onto my elbows, watching her ride me. Her face is twisted in anger, but she’s too far gone in chasing her pleasure to stop now. She takes all of me with ease, her pussy clenching and releasing around me.
“I should use you,” she says. “I should use you and not let you come. You don’t deserve it.”
“I probably don’t, but you love the feel of me filling you up. It makes you feel like you’re mine because you are. Look at how soft you get for me, how eager to have me fill you up and make you mine. If you weren’t on birth control, you’d leave here pregnant.”
Her cunt clenches around me and she exhales a breathy little moan.
Oh, fuck.
“Do you want that, baby girl?” I ask, my voice low. I suck on her pulse point, running my tongue over it and feeling her pulse throb. “Do you want me to fill you up and breed you? You’ll be mine in every possible way and you’ll never be able to get rid of me.”
A shudder runs through her body and her movements speed up. I grab her hips, moving her up and down my shaft.
“Oh my god, Connor,” she moans.
I roll my thumb over her nipple, lowering my head to take her in my mouth. Her body is so responsive, her thighs closing around me as I roll my thumb over her clit. Scarlett comes with a sweet, sharp cry of my name, her nails digging into my shoulders as she clutches me close.
Her pussy clenching around me triggers my own orgasm, my balls tightening as I hold her to me, filling her just as we both need.
I fall back on the bed, taking her with me. Our harsh breathing fills the room. Scarlett kisses my chest, running her hands over me.
We get up long enough to clean up and when we slide into bed again, Scarlett snuggles in next to me, her head on my shoulder. I missed this more than the sex. Just holding her close, listening to the sound of her breathing. When she’s with me, I experience the kind of peace I never have before.
This is what I imagine home feels like. A place I can come back to without fear and worry and will always be accepted. Perhaps that was what I felt the first moment I looked at her.
Scarlett is my home.
“I still don’t forgive you, Connor,” Scarlett whispers.
