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“I should tell you to pull out,” she whimpers, “but I want to feel you.”
My head snaps up and our eyes clash. Her words are filled with sincerity, and I know they aren’t said lightly, even though she’s in the middle of being swept away by pleasure.
“Gonna plant my seed so deep inside of you that my cum will be dripping out of you for days,” I grit out through my teeth, trying to hold on, trying to make this last longer.
I move faster, fucking her into the mattress and pinning her in place. I feel the moment Marigold surrenders to me, the moment she gives herself over to me and this feeling between us completely. It’s almost too much for me to take.
When she pulls a deep breath into her lungs, I know what is going to happen. I bottom out inside of her and grind my pelvis against her clit.
“Now,” I demand and my woman’s back bows off the bed before she tightens around me, and she shouts out her pleasure.
I’m right behind her, unable to stop because of how she’s squeezing my length and begging for my cum with her body and her pretty little mouth.
“Please. Fill me up,” she pants.
“Gonna knock you up,” I push the words past my lips even though I can barely breathe, and it feels like I’ve run a fucking marathon.
Marigold’s body quakes with a second orgasm, this one not as powerful, but intense all the same. I watch her eyes roll back in her head, and I plant my length inside of her as deep as I can go.
As tingles race all over my body and the first spurt of cum comes from my dick, I already know this one time will never be enough. With every jet of cum that fills her, I send out a little hope that I’ve knocked her up.
It would be another way to tie her to me. Fuck, I want everything with this woman.
As our orgasms start to fade, I release her arms and kiss her. This time I’m able to keep it sweet and almost chaste, but only because I just had my brain scrambled from sinking into my woman.
I pull out of her and then get up to grab a washcloth to clean myself and Marigold. When I’m done, she’s already asleep and I can’t help but chuckle. Now I just have to make sure she’s safe and stays that way.
Then there’s her grandfather and the store. It won’t work for me to dictate to Marigold what her life should be like. I want her to make those decisions for herself.
I’ll make sure she’s safe and that Lang doesn’t try to take anything away from her. Or from me because Marigold is mine and I’m not giving her up.
7
MARIGOLD
It’s been a few days since Sergio saved me in the alley and he’s done an amazing job of distracting me from the reality of the dark world I’ve found myself in. A world where someone wants to buy the bookstore. A world where men threaten me and think they can covet me without a single thought to what I want.
Every time I even think about telling Sergio it’s time for me to go home or back to the store, I find myself naked and writhing underneath him. I swear the man can read my mind. It would be freaky if I didn’t find it so damn sweet.
The first morning, when I woke up, I told him I needed to go to my place and get some clothes, at the very least, but then the next thing I knew there was someone at the door with bags of clothing and other essentials. How do you argue with a man who anticipates your needs and then makes it happen for you? I found it almost impossible.
I’ve been keeping in touch with my grandfather and what he told me yesterday has me worried. When I called, he didn’t sound like himself, but he tried to hide it when I asked him what was wrong.
“Nothing is wrong, Marigold,” I could hear the lie in his voice.
“Grandpa,” I admonished him, “you’ve never been one to lie to me. Are you really going to start now?”
“You’re safe,” he sighed, “and that’s all I really care about. Everything else is for me to deal with.”
The fear that spiked through me was almost enough to take me to my knees, but I locked them and made my voice firm. “You’re going to tell me what is going on and you’re going to do it now.”
I might not like to think about it, but my grandfather is getting older, and he’s not exactly equipped to fight off the thugs who cornered me in the alley. The thought of losing him was like a weight growing heavier and heavier while sitting on the middle of my chest.
“They came back, Marigold,” his voice was a pained whisper and it moved through me, picking up fear and shame and regret along the way.
I left my grandfather to deal with the men who had threatened me, who had, apparently, threatened him before. It was a horrible thought. I was doing what I needed to do to preserve myself, but I wasn’t doing anything to help him. I knew then that I wasn’t going to let him deal with the problem alone. I couldn’t. It was also my birthright being threatened.
Not only was the store promised to me, but I had spent years building up Turning Pages. I was damn proud of the store and everything that it stood for. It was a fixture of the community while also being a place where other people found books they fell in love with, books which helped them through the tough times and gave them peace.
