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The rush of adoration physically shook him. With just those words, he pledged his heart and life to her. She’d be Tracy Cutter soon enough, but the formalities and ceremonies would have to wait until after the claiming.
Their kiss was one for the ages. He poured his entire soul into the sweeping strokes of his tongue in her mouth and took the same from her. Cutter left her mouth to trail his lips over her cheek in desperate tenderness before beginning his discovery of her body.
Her small tits spread out to the sides until they were just little mounds of soft flesh, but he pressed them together, her fat, stiff nipples begging for his tongue. He indulged himself for a moment, but there was too much left to explore.
The belly that had swelled with child so many years ago was soft with a firm core underneath the small cushion. Her giggle when he brushed his beard over the adorable indentation in the middle gave him fucking life. Every sound she made, every twist of her body as he kissed way down, meant the world to him.
He’d have to take care not to dampen her happiness when his tendency to be a broody bastard overtook him. He’d carefully nurture that joy and let it spread far and wide, if that’s what made her happy.
Cutter dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed and hooked his hands under Tracy’s open thighs.
“Hold these up for me, sugar. I’m going to eat your pussy until I’m drunk on it.”
The moan she gave vibrated all the way down her body and made her hands tremble as she obeyed. The new position tilted up her hips and exposed her wet, swollen cunt, as well as the tight little hole beneath. Cutter had never been greedy for a woman’s asshole before, but the thought of plundering that dark, snug space sparked a wolfish hunger.
Someday soon he’d fuck her ass and make her scream for more.
But right now, he needed her pussy in his mouth.
The trembling cry she gave fed him as much as the nectar he tasted when he licked up the split of her sex.
“Fucking delicious,” he whispered, then went in for another lick. A deeper one this time, pushing harder with his tongue to sweep through her soft outer lips and give him more room.
There she was.
With two fingers from his good hand, he spread her open and admired the gleaming pink cunt he claimed for his own.
“This ismypussy, little mama. This is where I’m going to fucking live now.”
Tracy let go of one of her trembling thighs and touched his cheek. “It’s yours, Cutter.”
He darted forward, the rich, thick scent fogging his mind until he was too intoxicated to resist. Laying his lips against hers, he slipped his tongue inside and tasted her from the source. The hungry growl he let out made her buck against him, a sharp cry reaching his ears, and he pushed his tongue in further, opening her slick walls.
He groaned again and heard her whimper in reply. “Yes, please. More.”
His fingers popped against her ass, the sound sharp where it spattered the slick juices pouring from her cunt. “There you go, Tracy. Tell me what you need so I can give it all to you.”
She hissed against the sting and sobbed out, “More. Put your mouth on me, please.”
Cutter didn’t bother trying to reply because his lips were busy lapping at her cunt. Every time his tongue reached the top of her slit, he slowed down to rub against the swelling bud of her clit. Pretty and pink, he licked at it until the small, neat hood exposed the treasure underneath.
Somehow, she pulled her thighs back even wider, giving him more room to flicker the very tip of his tongue against it until her cries rose to a crescendo. Every muscle in her body tensed as he teased her just to the crest of her orgasm. With a deft twist of his hand, he slid his thick middle finger deep into the clasping muscles of her pussy, then wrapped his lips around her stiff clit and suckled.
Tracy didn’t come with a scream. Instead, she sucked all the air out of the room and bowed as if she’d been touched by a jolt of lightning. She let go of her legs and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into her cunt as her fingers clenched spasmodically at his hair.
He’d done it. He’d made the lovely, elegant, classy cafe owner lose her fucking mind. Satisfaction rolled through him, nearly as fierce as the orgasm he was barely holding off.
Time stood still while her sex pulsed under his mouth and they hung, suspended, until her climax peaked and released. Slowly, her hands released their grip on his hair. He resisted the urge to flutter his tongue inside her sugar walls as he pulled away from his new favorite place to eat. She’d be far too sensitive for his teasing right now, and he needed to hold her.
Tracy’s tits were shaking with her harsh breaths, but she calmed when he gathered her into his arms. After a few more inhalations, she shuddered and relaxed against his left shoulder.
Getting comfortable, he brought up his still-gloved right hand and laid it against his sweaty abs. This was his favorite part of sex. At least, it was with Tracy. Orgasms were great ? even though he hadn’t had his yet ? but it was this moment, this sharing of breath and quiet companionship, that meant more than getting his rocks off. This was the moment where he always wondered if this might be the place. If this might be the woman.
If this might be home.
Now he knew.
They lay together on her rumpled bed and he thought she’d fallen asleep when her hand touched his. Rather, she touched his glove. Like a butterfly’s landing, her fingers traced the wreckage of his body, not a simple scar, but a loss… of function, of ability, of a path he’d been certain was right for him.
