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He took a red candle out of his closet and lit it, placing it next to the bed. Then, he went through to the kitchen and returned with the pink roses from the hospital, which were beginning to dry out a little. Mabel giggled, wondering what he was doing with them. Was he going to present them to her?
No, hang on. He was ripping handfuls of petals off them and sprinkling them onto the bed. They fell over her like confetti, tickling her skin.
“I thought you weren’t a romantic,” she said, laughing.
“I’m a changed man,” Rip replied.
She could feel it, too. The softening inside of him. He was still every bit as dominating as when she’d first met him, but now, he wasn’t using his strength as a protective barrier. His sternness wasn’t there to keep the outside world out. It was there only when it needed to be. When he wanted to express himself in that way. Which meant that he had time and space to let other parts of him surface too. His generosity. His warmth. His love.
“Rip,” she said softly, “you know, you really don’t have anything to feel bad about. The last time we… coupled… I know we were interrupted, but… it was still special. You don’t need to make up for it. Just because we had to stop, because people saw us…”
“You didn’t deserve that,” said Rip, sitting on the bed beside her. “I should have protected you…”
“You’ve always been protecting me,” Mabel replied. “From the very first moment you called me a ‘goblin.’” She gave him a wicked grin.
“You reallyarea goblin,” he said, tickling her tummy and making her squeal. Then, he stopped being silly, and his expression became super serious. “But you’re also the most beautiful woman in the world. And you’re mine.”
He ran his fingers over her skin as she lay there, looking up at him and shivering with delight. “I’m yours,” she whispered.
He climbed on top of her now, the weight of his hard body pushing down on hers. His lips met hers, softly at first, but soon, he was kissing her with urgency. “I can’t wait another second,” he growled into her ear. “I need to claim you properly this time.”
Mabel opened her thighs for him, accepting his hot, hard cock at the entrance to her pussy. Up until now,she’dhad a protective barrier around herself too. Mabel the warrior. Mabel the survivor. Now, she could just be Mabel. Rip’s Little. Rip’s lover.
Rip entered her, ever so gently, checking in with her to make sure that she was comfortable. “If you want me to slow down any time, just say.”
“Alright, Daddy,” she said, “but I think I like it best when you take control.”
“Got it,” he replied, gripping her wrists and pinning them down on the mattress. “Then we do it my way.”
She smiled. “Peachy.”
He slid in an out of her a couple times, and she felt the heat rising up in her, and the moisture trickling out of her. “I like it hard,” he growled in her ear. “And I like it wild.”
His thrusts grew faster now, more confident, as he showed her how much he wanted her. He moved her wrists together, so that he could hold them down with one hand alone. His hands were so much bigger than hers that he could encircle both wrists with one palm. She felt completely at his mercy.
His free hand massaged her breast, thumbed her nipple, splayed over her stomach. Then, it began strumming her clit, making her hum with joy.
“You’ll make me come again, Daddy,” she said. “I’ll squirt all over your cock.”
“You better fucking had,” he growled, stimulating her clit so intently that she realized he was doing it on purpose. He wanted her to squirt again. And knowing how much he wanted it made her body want to do it even more. Unable to hold back, she felt the climax build up inside her. She was like a bottle of soda, shaken and ready to pop.
His finger knew exactly what to do, pausing a moment to tease her, and then strumming her faster than ever, catching her completely off-guard and making her pussy spill its juices all over his hungry cock and balls, and all over the sheets.
“Holy fuck, girl,” he panted, his cock still thrusting inside her, wet and slippy. “That’s the sexiest fucking feeling in the world.”
She felt his cock thicken and his balls tighten, and she felt a sudden urge to have him in her mouth. She wanted to drink up every last drop of his cum, to feel it swirling warmly in her tummy as it became part of her body. But she knew that today, his cum wasn’t for drinking. Today, it was to be a gift for her pussy. Like an animal marking its territory, Rip was telling her pussy that it belonged to his now. And she was ready for that message to be delivered.
“You’re gonna make me come so hard there’ll be a fucking ocean inside of you,” said Rip gruffly. His expression had changed now. Gone was the gentle expression of a concerned lover, making sure his sweet virgin felt safe and comfortable. Now, he was a man on a mission.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered. “And dig your feet into my ass.”
Mabel did as she was told, and Rip sighed with pleasure.
“Harder,” he ordered her. “Squeeze me like you’re a fuckin’ boa constrictor.”
Mabel squeezed her legs, and dug in her feet, and Rip cried out.
“Hell fucking yeah!”
