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“Two thrusts and your pussy has already ruined me.” He adds to that number, fucking into me so hard my ass scoots back on the counter, and I see stars. Heat sears through every inch of my body with every word he grunts against my mouth as he starts pumping in and out of me with intensity. “You’re gonna have my cock hard for you every minute of the day, counting down the seconds until I can get inside this body again.”
“Yes, yes,” I chant, churning my hips up to meet each of his driving thrusts. Ford’s guttural cursing and the way his breaths pant out of him against my lips make me greedier. High off the need to feel him lose control, I use my body to give him the relief he needs.
This is different from any sexual experience I’ve ever had before. Granted, there were only three lackluster experiences, but still. I’m realizing I didn’t have flings with men. I had them with unexciting, lazyboyswho didn’t even understand what the hell to do with their own bodies, let alone mine. I don’t want to think about the other women who came before me who gave Ford this practice. The woman whose finger he put a ring on before he knew me.
I push those thoughts aside, because they aren’t welcome here, when my body that should be sated after the screaming orgasm Ford just gave me feels hungrier than before for another release. I think about the fact that he’s wanted to do this to me for six years. That he was so overwhelmed when he finally got inside me that he couldn’t breathe. I comfort myself with the knowledge that while we were curled up on the couch watching movies like friends all these years, he was constantly thinking about stripping me naked and pounding inside me like he’s doing right now.
It makes me hotter, wetter, and more frantic for him. I chant his name and cling to him tighter, begging him for more as he hooks an arm under my knee and lifts my leg, spreading me wider so he can slam into me deeper.
“Are you paying attention now, baby?” Ford’s hips start thrusting faster, harder, my ass sliding back and forth against the cold marble counter with each powerful drive of his big body between my thighs. “There’s no going back now that I know what heaven feels like. My cock is the only one that fills all your emptiness now.I’mthe only one who takes care of you now. Say it. Tell me you’re mine while I’m filling this pussy.”
This is absolutely different from any other sexual experience I’ve had before, because my heart is involved for the first time. I can feel the difference in the air, and I can feel it coursing through my body, making my heart that feels so full for the first time in my life beat faster… and I’m not afraid. I’ve broken every Tanner rule, and I just don’t give a shit.
Ford’s hips piston between my legs, his groin smacking against my sensitive clit with each drive of his cock into my body, the need to come again after the orgasm I just had so fierce it takes my breath away. This beautiful, strong man who has been quietly taking care of me for six years makes me realize he’s right. There is no going back. I knew the minute we had sex it would change everything, because I know Ford. I knew how possessive he would get as soon I gave this part of myself to him. I knew he would never want to let me go after this.
And I don’t want him to.
“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.”
He fuses his lips to mine in a wet, frantic kiss as soon as I give him what he asks for, almost bending me completely backward over the counter as he fucks me harder and with more urgency.
“Fuck…Jesus… you’re so goddamn perfect. I can’t…. I’m gonna come.Shit.” He bucks his hips erratically, moving his hand between our bodies to circle his fingers around my clit. My climax immediately rises to the surface with just one swipe. The wet slide of his cock rubbing so perfectly against every sensitive bit of flesh between my legs makes me want to force him to lose that last bit of control he’s holding onto.
“Do it,” I whisper in his ear, biting down on his earlobe as he continues swirling his fingers around my clit. “If you need to come, I’m the one who makes that happen.”
“Oh,fucking hell,” Ford groans loudly, my words a direct hit as he buries his face in the side of my neck and slams into me roughly one last time.
The desperate way he shouts my name as he comes, pulsing and filling me with his release, detonates my own orgasm right along with him, until the sounds of our pleasure-filled shouts mingle together and echo around the room…
In the kitchen, with cubbies on the wall I can already picture my Halloween mugs filling…
In the house that Ford bought me because I wanted it.
He’s never going to hurt me, and I believe him. I trust him. More than I’ve ever trusted anyone in my life.
And with a view of all the jack-o-lanterns out in the yard over Ford’s shoulder, as he clings to me tightly and we both try to catch our breath, I’ve never been happier to give up on the fling life.
It wasn’t really my thing anyway.
The smell ofbacon has me bolting upright in bed. I squint and blink rapidly at the bright sunshine streaming through my bedroom window, around the plastic pumpkin light hanging on the outside of it. A cold chill in the air makes me shiver, and I look down at myself and realize I’m naked, quickly pulling the covers up to my chest as I look back over my shoulder. My stomach sinks a little when I see the other side of the bed is empty, but the imprint of Ford’s head on my pillow reminds me he was there. As does the soreness between my legs and the ache in my back, arms, butt, and pretty much every muscle in my body he put through the wringer last night.
Bending my knees up toward me under the covers, I pull my Halloween comforter up to my mouth and let out a muffled scream into it like a teenager after she got a kiss from her crush. Except my crush fucked me into oblivion at the Gore House and then woke me up at three in the morning here at my house that actually has a bed, to slide into me from behind and sleepily fuck me into oblivion again.
My nose gets a whiff of bacon once more, and I stop being sad I didn’t wake up spooned in Ford’s arms. There will be plenty of time for that mushy stuff later. Quickly flinging back the covers and scooping his flannel off the ground, I slip my arms into it as I go rushing out my bedroom door.
“As much as I love bacon, I thought you promised I was going to wake up every morning with your head between my—”
My words and my feet come to an abrupt halt at the entrance of my kitchen when I lift my head, my hands pausing on the buttons of the flannel I was halfway finished closing.
“Oh, no, don’t stop on account of us. Please, finish that sentence.”
I’ve done three walks of shame in my life. Which really aren’t a lot in the grand scheme of things. But walking into my kitchen, still smelling like the sex Ford woke me up to have in the middle of the night, with the scratches from his beard stubble between my thighs suddenly making themselves known considering I’m not wearing any underwear, while four different-colored Care Bears look over at me, might be the most mortifying moment of my life.
If I were actually on acid right now and only imagining Care Bears in my kitchen, this would be a much more pleasant experience.
My house is small enough that I don’t have to glance around and see Ford isn’t here. The smell of bacon wasn’t coming from him making me breakfast but from Grumpy Bear burning it by the stove.
It’s fine. I’m sure there’s a valid reason why he’s not here right now, and my stomach has no business getting all nervous and fluttery.
