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“You are already mine, Braxton. Been mine for two decades, and you’ll be mine for the rest of time, I promise you that,” he murmurs, growing still with his cock seated deep inside me.
Despite how hard I try to fight the sudden wave of emotion, my eyes swim with tears again. His words sink deep, down to my very core, and then etch themselves there in permanent ink. A promise tattooed on my soul.
“Is that a pinky promise?” I whisper, meeting his warm stare.
He drops from his shaky bicep to his forearm and starts to press feather-light kisses all over the side of my face. I smile when he grabs my hand from its place on his back, bringing it between us and resting it between my breasts.
“That’s a pinky promise.” He loops our pinkies together and then places them to his lips. Once he’s kissed them, he moves them to my mouth, and I do the same.
Then, he shifts and starts to pull out, pushing back to his knees. I inhale a sharp breath at the movement, and his brows tug with concern before I shake my head and smile.
“I’m okay.”
His throat bobs with a swallow as he nods and looks between my legs at what I assume to be the cum I can feel leaking from my entrance. I have no doubt I look as well and truly fucked as I feel, but I can’t tell what he’s thinking. For the first time tonight, he looks guarded.
“Was I too rough with you?” he asks, his voice sounding pained.
“No. God, no.”
“Did I hurt you when I grabbed your throat? I should have asked if that was okay.”
“I loved it. Couldn’t you tell?”
I push up on my forearms, about to reach out for him when he shifts and two cautious fingers slowly slide through my swollen flesh. A shudder works through me when he scoops a puddle of his cum that’s leaked down my pussy and pushes it back inside of me.
His pupils flare as he works it in, and I clench around his fingers, a stupid, silly grin growing on my face when he groans.
“Braxton,” he warns, flicking his eyes up.
“Yes?” I bat my eyelashes.
“I’m not going to fuck you again yet. You’re sore.”
“Who said anything about fucking?”
He narrows his eyes, scratching at his jaw before crawling back up my body and sliding his fingers into my mouth. The same ones he just had inside of me.
I wrap my tongue around them before sucking, tasting our mixed flavour, holding eye contact. As soon as I see his cock starting to harden again, a strong sense of pride takes hold of me.
“You want me to fill your mouth with something bigger, baby?”
I bite down gently on his fingers and nod.
He taps my nose with his thumb. “You want to suck my cock?”
I bite harder.
“Bite me again and I’m going to flip you over and take you from behind, sore or not.”
Liar.
I grin, and he pulls his fingers out. “What if I like both those options?” I ask.
“Mm, I guess I’ll have to choose for you.” He pinches my chin with his thumb and forefinger and pulls me toward him as he leans back. “Hands and knees, baby. Suck your cock.”
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