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“Fuck!” He moaned, his hand finding the back of my head as he gripped my ponytail tightly. Images of him fucking my mouth as he guided me along his shaft by my hair rushed through my mind, sending another torrent through my body like electricity. Reaching up greedily, I yanked down the last piece of clothing between us and marveled at his cock as I licked my lips.
“Bastian, I want you to brand yourself on the back of my throat.” My eyes flicked to meet his. “Got it?”
“Yes,” he whispered huskily, his eyes half-lidded as he watched me and wasted no time as he sunk my mouth back onto him. As promised, he guided every millimeter into my mouth until he not only bumped the back of my throat but deliberately pressed harder into it.
My stomach knotted as the urge to gag grew, but I pressed on until my nose was buried into his root and sucked back slowly as I pulled away for air. Our eyes met again, and I could see I was breaking through the steel determination he had to go slow.
“Slower?” I asked with a teasing grin as he growled, pressing his cock back into my mouth with more force. This time he moved with purpose, finding a pace that was the antithesis of slow as he bucked against my mouth. His moans and the sounds of my slurping echoed around us as I reached up and squeezed his balls, tightening the hold of my mouth simultaneously.
“Fuck, Bexley, you’re going to make me come …” Not the worst thing in the world, I imagined, as I carried on my assault even though it was all for him and nothing for me. The ache was still there, my pussy throbbing with need, but she was satisfied with how much power we had right now. I could bring him to his knees if I wanted to, and fuck, if that didn’t make me hornier.
“You’re going to make me come!” He shouted again like I missed it the first time.
I pulled my mouth away, a trail of spit still tying us together. I looked at him in surprise and lifted my eyebrow.
“Isn’t that the point?”
“No.” He growled, reaching down as he easily lifted me into his arms. As I wrapped myself around him, his cock nudged against my slit, searching for the warmth it craved. Every brush made my cunt spasm a bit more with need, I’d never felt so empty in my life, and the desperate need to be filled by him numbed everything else inside me.
“I am only ever going to come inside of you, Bexley. Every drop I have in me for the rest of my life belongs to you, and it will find its way into your pussy every single time.”
“But what if I want a taste?” I jutted my lip playfully, his cock jumping at my words and hitting closer to where I wanted it to go.
“Once I put a baby inside of you, then you can have a taste. But until then, nothing goes to waste.”
My heart stuttered in my chest—a baby. We hadn’t talked about that yet, but then I recalled the visions I pictured at night of us. Not just a family of four, but a family of five, six, seven—hell, eight sounded good, too.
“I want to have your babies,” I whispered, adjusting my position and sinking onto his cock. “So, we better get to work.”
He grinned and kissed me. This time, the intensity of it stole my breath. I’d never let a man go bareback inside of me before, but the sensation of his thick, hardened velvet rod was unlike anything else. And above all else, it was so fucking satisfying.
My pussy spasmed and tightened around him, clinging to every inch, ensuring he didn’t go anywhere. And he didn’t. He cupped my ass, holding my cheeks apart as he bounced me off him with a force similar to the one he used on my mouth. It was like he was trying to hit my cervix with every thrust, grinding me on the root every time he was fully sheathed.
Then I couldn’t take it any longer.“I’m going to come.”
“Me too, baby. Let go. Let’s come together.” He spoke through gritted teeth, the only thing holding him together, and now I wanted him to spill apart. With a few more thrusts, he did, jamming himself so hard into me and holding me against him as my walls clamped, milking him for every drop.
Our cries echoed around us as he held me against him like if he let go, I might disappear. But I wasn’t going anywhere now. He was stuck with me.
Chapter13
Bastian
My parents offeredto watch the kids one evening so we could go out and have adult alone time. It was something I was eager to have after our night on the mountain. We’d fucked several times under the moonlight until we were both satiated.
At some point, we’d fallen asleep on the blanket, warmed by the summer night and the dying fire. Then the soft hoots of an owl woke us, and we dressed before making our way back to the cabins. Mine was closest, so I convinced her to stay and sleep through until the morning.
Since then, we’d barely gotten any more time together, so Bexley invited me out for a night in town with co-workers. She promised since my early twenties were marred by the experience of being a magic clown, she would give me the real twenty-something partying experience.
We found ourselves at a bar in the nearby town called The Local on a Thursday night. The place overflowed as a local DJ blasted out the top hits. As we weaved our way through the bodies, the floor was uneven, making each step slanted and knobbed. I kept one hand on the low of Bexley’s back to keep her steady as we pushed between other patrons until we reached the bar.
The music was so loud we could barely hear what the bartender said the specials were that evening. So, I pointed to a beer and hoped for the best. She somehow managed to take our order, and before I knew it, the bartender passed us a beer and a cocktail for Bex.
“Now what?” I managed to shout over the music. Clubs weren’t unfamiliar to me, being in the music business. Going out to clubs was common, but I was used to VIP service, backed by security guards that kept people from getting into my personal space. I couldn’t say I hated being just another face in the crowd amongst the seasonal workers. So far, nobody had recognized me due mostly to me forgoing my normal signature man bun and letting my long hair hang in a middle part, covering the shaved lower half I was so well known for.
“Now we dance. Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing,” she shouted with a grin as her soft, small hand curled around my wrist. She dragged me through the people once more to the dance floor.
From what I could tell, the bar didn’t normally turn into a club. Their bistro tables and chairs were pushed against the walls, allowing the bodies to fill the middle where patrons normally would be eating. Laughter and the general chorus of cheerful chatter surrounded us as Bex took a long gulp of her cocktail before letting go of my wrist to wrap her arms around my waist, pressing her body close.
