Page 186 of Pucked Around and Found Out

“Yes,” she pants as she drags her nails down my back, the bite of pain mixed with the pleasure is fucking catatonic. It almost has me spiraling over the edge and busting a nut, but I hold it off. I waited weeks to feel this and I’m going to take my fucking time.

“Who the fuck does this cunt belong to?” I snarl as I slam into her again, my pace is brutal and punishing but she fucking loves it. That’s the thing about Toren Kellar, she looks so innocent and pure, everything about her is designed to draw you in. She’s the person you would see on the street and instantly trust, but I know different.

This filthy little bitch likes it rough, hard and deep. She doesn’t want sweet love and cuddles on the couch, she wants to be manhandled and fucked like she means nothing. She craves the vileness I offer and still begs for more.

“You. Fuck, it’s yours, I’m yours.” Hearing her say that has the darkness inside me swelling. I never thought I would be the guy that demanded to hear that shit from a girl. I never wanted to. Yet, with her I crave it. I need it.

I want her branded in every fucking way possible. I feel the walls of her pussy begin to quiver, she’s right there, ready to tip over the edge. I deepen my thrusts and fuck her hard. She comes with my name clawing out of her throat like a fucking prayer from the devil damned self. She’s trembling beneath me as she rides out the waves of her climax, but I’m not done.

I pull out of her and flip her over so she’s on her hands and knees. I situate myself behind her, grip her waist and then slam into her without warning. Her scream is ear piercing and primal. It sends a shiver down my spine. I’m ruthless with my pace, never giving her a chance to catch her breath. She grips the sheets in a death grip and buries her face in them to quieten the sounds coming out of her mouth.

That pisses me the fuck off!

I fist my hand in her hair and yank her back hard. The cry that escapes her this time isn’t from pleasure but pain.

Her back is flush against my chest. I force her head to the side so she can look up at me and see the anger in my eyes.

“Don’t ever fucking deny me hearing you come.” My tone is pure venom and ice, she knows me well enough to know she will only be warned once. The next time she tries that shit, I’ll fucking destroy her cunt and make sure she doesn’t come.

I silence her reply by claiming her mouth, swallowing her moans as I continue thrusting into her. She meets my thrust and slams that pussy down on me like it’s a fucking weapon. I break the kiss with a groan of pure fucking bliss.

She throws her arms back and wraps them around my neck, using her hold on me for better leverage. I allow it because it feels too fucking good. She’s fucking me like a wild animal. Like one that has been caged for far too long and has finally escaped. I grip her hips and guide her up and down on my dick, making sure to hit that spot inside her. I want to feel her pussy milk my cock once more. I want her cum all over me.

“That’s it, Tink. Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Yes, right there, don’t fucking stop,” she pleads, as she slams onto me again, I can feel her growing tense, she’s on the verge and so am I. I slide my hand around her and circle her clit, loving the sounds that erupt from her. I use my other to grip her throat and apply enough pressure to restrict her airways.

That’s what does it.

She free falls without grace, without mercy and with my name on her tongue as she shatters and breaks apart. The instant her cunt clamps down, I’m done for. I come so hard I see black spots in the corner of my eyes, and I roar her name like she’s some savior. And she might be, she might just be my fucking salvation.

Tremors roll through us as we ride out the aftershocks of our climax. My body is slick with a fine sheen of sweat, so is hers but I don’t care. Feeling her against me after so long feels so fucking perfect. It feels too damn right to let go.

The realization hits me right in the chest.

I never want to let her go.

I have a blind spot.

I have a weakness.

I have for a while now, I just didn’t want to admit to myself. Instead, I reach up and grip the pendant hanging around her neck and hold it in the palm of my hand. She tilts her head back to look up at me and I say the most honest thing I have ever said.

“What I gave you I have never given before, it’s yours to keep. It’ll always be yours, Tink.”

She places her hand over mine and smiles lovingly up at me, grips my other hand and places it flat on her stomach. I tense without meaning to but she ignores my reaction,

“I’ll never break it.” I hear the truth in her words. “Your heart will always be guarded by me but I refuse to be selfish and hold it all to myself because this baby is going to need their daddy to love him or her.” I frown. “You will be this baby’s first love, its hero and its example. We will build a life for this child that is filled with love and make sure he or she never has to grow up like we did.”

“To teach is to learn. To learn is to excel. To excel is to thrive. To thrive is to live. “

She gasps and her eyes widen in shock at me repeating her phrase.

“That fucking phrase drove me insane” I hold her gaze, flat and steady and completely unguarded, a thing I have never in my life been in front of another person. “I hated not knowing what it meant, but now I get it.”

“You do?” The skepticism is there. I can't blame her for it. I've given her every reason not to trust the softer version of me, because until recently I'd never let him surface long enough to know if he existed.

I shoot her a look for doubting me, even as something in me understands why she does.