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She moans and her head falls back, her silky hair spilling over my hands.
I love that I can make her lose control so easily.
"Fuck me, Daddy," she pants.
I give her nipples a tug, making her arch up against me, and then I lean forward and capture her mouth with mine, kissing her so hard that I bruise her lips.
I know I'm just taking out my frustrations on her, but I can't help it. I need her so much it hurts.
She seems to sense my frustration because she locks her mouth onto mine, kissing me back just as ferociously as I'm kissing her. I reach up and clasp her hair, pulling it back just as I thrust up into her, making her arch her back and moan against my lips.
I set up a punishing rhythm, over and over, slamming into her with all my strength. I can't help myself, but Melanie, my perfect, beautiful girl knows exactly what I need, and she matches me thrust for thrust, pushing against me, begging for more, her moans and cries spurring me on.
I kiss her, over and over, and then lower my head to give her nipples a harsh bite. She arches up against me and screams my name, and I can feel her walls clenching me hard.
I feel a surge of pride that I'm the only one to give her pleasure like this. I lean back and she leans forward, her hands braced on the headboard behind me, her hair cascading down her back.
I reach down between us and circle my thumb around her clit, rubbing, pinching, and pulling, and she screams my name as she comes apart in my arms. She clutches at me with her arms and legs, her nails digging into my skin. Then I lose it. I drive up into her as I spill into her, and she pulls me tight against her as I claim her mouth, swallowing my groan.
I press my face against the crook of her neck, trying to regain my composure, but it's no use.
I love her more than life itself. I would die for her in an instant.
And I don't think she fully grasps just how deep my obsession with her runs.
I give her the semblance of letting her go home alone, but I peek out of my window and watch every step she takes.
And then I sit there, obsessively staring at her door, waiting for her to reemerge.
I frown when she finally does and heads to her car.
Where the fuck is she going?
I hop in my car and follow behind her. She pulls into the supermarket, and I relax.
It's not that I don't trust her, but all her talk of being "normal" scared me. I won't survive it if she leaves.
I won't.
I can't live without her in my life now. She's imprinted herself on my soul. She's mine. No matter what.
I plan on waiting for her to come out of the store and then following her home to make sure she's safe, but when I see a muscled-up frat boy checking her out and then turning to make his way over to her, I see red.
He's speaking to her, and she turns to look at him. I'm out of the car in a flash, and it's a good thing too because he's reaching out to touch her when I finally reach them.
Over my dead body.
"I'd rethink that if I were you." My voice is low and deadly, and the fucker's hand stops mid-air. His brow furrows.
"Who the fuck are you?"
I step close to Melanie and wrap a protective arm around her, pulling her flush against my side, "Her fiancé."
I hear the little gasp that comes from Melanie's lips, but I keep my eyes trained on the stupid fucker who tried to touch what's mine.
He holds his hands up in a gesture of surrender as his eyes flick down to her bare ring finger. "Sorry, man. I didn't know."
Melanie presses closer into my side, and I take that as a sign that she's glad I'm there. He must have been making her feel uncomfortable.
