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“Please fuck me.” The words are so gentle, but they make my cock twitch. I step forward, inching inside her as she groans, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Like that, baby? Is that what you need? My thick cock deep in your tight little pussy?”
“Yesss.”
“Good girl. I think you like being reminded of who owns you, don’t you?”
I slide in further, her thighs gripping either side of me as I begin to thrust in and out of her. We’re both on edge already. I lean her back, my hand flat on the mirror behind her as I drive into her harder with each stroke. Her tits bounce in time with the rhythm. I lean forward, clamping my teeth down around one nipple as I feel her pussy tighten. Her body convulses as she comes on my cock.
I let her finish before slowly removing myself from her and walking her to the bed, where I lay her down. I pull my jeans the rest of the way off, climbing up her body until my knees are on either side of her chest, my cock between her tits.
“Oh fuck, yes.” I squeeze her tits around my cock as I continue thrusting my hips, my thumbs toying with her nipples as I feel my release building. My chest burns and a sweat breaks across my body as I grunt and groan. “I’m gonna come, baby.” I barely get the words out before I’m exploding, my cum shooting across her tits. I grab myself, stroking one last time, leaving every last drop on her skin.
I catch my breath, looking down at her. “You look so fucking good with my cum on your tits, but you look even better with it dripping out of you.” I remove myself from her body, walking to her bathroom to grab a towel to clean her up. I toss it to the floor, grabbing her behind the knees and yanking her down to the edge of the bed. “But first, I need to taste your sweet cunt again.”
My mouth waters and my jaw clenches tightly at the mere scent of her. I spread her thighs, taking a moment to appreciate how beautiful and pink she is. “Goddamn, I love the sight of you. So pretty, so fucking perfect.” I lean in, dragging my tongue right up her slit. “Like an edible flower just for me.” I devour her, my tongue sweeping inside her, teasing her clit, her wetness soaking my tongue as my cock begs for release.
“I could eat you for hours.” My fingers dig into her flesh, and while I know she’ll probably have bruises tomorrow, I don’t care. I want her to bruise. I want her to see where my hands have claimed her. My nose is crammed against her clit as I slide my tongue as deep as I can inside her. I can feel her body trembling.
“Alex, yes!” she pants my name. It sounds like heaven falling from her lips in such ecstasy. She shakes, quivers, finally coming on my lips, flooding my tongue with her desire.
“You’re a fucking fantasy,” I murmur, dragging my tongue over her belly, between her breasts to her lips. “Taste yourself.” I slide my tongue past her lips, wanting her to taste the sweetness of her own release.
When I pull back to look in her eyes, I can see the desire, lust . . . love she has for me. “Tell me you’re mine.” I kiss her gently. “Tell me you’ll be mine forever.”
“I’m yours,” she kisses me back, “forever.”
When I finally enter her, our bodies move in rhythm together. Our eyes are locked as I fill her with long, deep strokes and her back arches off the bed. This is intimacy like I’ve never experienced before. We make love for hours, our bodies finally falling limp and exhausted next to each other.
The next morning, I gingerly remove myself from the bed, not wanting to disturb Juliette, who is still sleeping peacefully beside me. I pull on my pajamas and walk downstairs to make a cup of coffee and figure out what to make Chloe for breakfast.
“You beat me today.” I spin around and see Chloe pulling out one of the barstools and plopping down on it.
“Good morning, kiddo. I was just trying to decide what to make you and your mom for breakfast.”
“Hmm, waffles?” she says with a tilt of her head.
“Waffles it is.”
“With blueberries.” She smiles.
“With blueberries,” I repeat as I begin to pull ingredients out of the fridge.
“So are you staying forever?”
I pause, reaching for the eggs. “Well, I’d like to.”
“I’d like you to stay too.”
I pour her a glass of orange juice and hand it to her, choosing my words carefully. “So, speaking of me staying here, how would you feel about me asking your mom to marry me?”
“Are you serious?” She extends her hands dramatically.
“I am,” I say nervously, laughing internally at how nervous I am right now asking for a 10-year-old’s blessing to marry her mother.
“OMG, please do, pleeeeease!” She folds her hands into a prayer position. “I told my mom that she should marry you.”
I laugh.“Phew.”I pretend to dramatically wipe my brow. “I was nervous asking you. I love you and your mom very much, but I never want to intrude on your life with her.” Chloe’s face morphs from a smile to shock.
