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Need grows within me like a fire being given air.
“Go on,” I say as I keep stroking his cock under his trousers.
“The way you drink, I can’t help but watch you drink and think of you swallowing my cum. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
I blush before pulling my hand away and standing up, and he follows suit. I walk over to the bedroom, and he closes the door behind him as soon as he enters. The room is small with wood floors, one window closed by a beige blind, and a bed against the wall.
My pussy is pulsing, and I can feel my arousal dripping down my thigh.
I need this man. I need myhusbandto make it better. Our talk calmed me down from all the fear of what could’ve happened—what did happen. But I need more.
Dante walks the few strides it takes to stand in front of me. His big body filling my space. A wave of comfort washes over me as I run my hands up his chest, feeling the taut muscles underneath.
The scent of pine invades my senses and my whole body tingles. The same feeling I had in that cage when he fingered me for the first time hits me. The need to be comforted. I look up at him, yearning in my eyes plain as day.
Dante
“Do you need me, Bambola?” I whisper, running my knuckles over her cheek.
She nods her head.
“Show me. Show me how much you need me.”
Serenity looks at me and then reaches for my belt. She pulls the leather out of the loop, pinches the zipper, and tugs it down. Panting breaths make her chest heave, her breasts rising and falling under that thin T-shirt.
I reach for her shirt and tug it over her head.
“I need to see those tits,” I groan out.
Her nipples harden under the cool air. Reaching out, I cup the warm flesh in my hand, kneading her globes as she pulls out my cock and starts stroking me. I’m hard and aching in her hands, and I feel my knees threaten to give. I've been trying to get this woman on her knees to no avail. She does not realize that all she would need to do is ask, and I’d bend the knee for her.
Her breath is shaky as she presses kisses to my chest.
“Are you scared of me?” I press my hand against the back of her head, my lips grazing her hair.
“What?” She looks up, and I look down at her.
“You’re shaking,” I state.
She closes her eyes and shakes her head, but her hand stops stroking my dick.
“I’m not scared of you. I’m scaredforyou. You got shot because of me. Because of my father, and they aren’t going to stop.”
Tears prick her eyes, and I hate that she cries for me. I rub my thumb over a fallen tear, then tip her head back so she looks into my eyes.
“I’d do anything for you, Serenity. It’s too late for anything less.”
Then, slowly, I sink to my knees. One at a time. The ache in my chest reveals how much I need her.
I grab Serenity’s hands and have her cup my cheeks.
“I’m yours, Serenity. You are my wife. My queen.” I press a kiss against her stomach. “And soon, you will be the mother of my child. If you aren’t already.”
Her gaze softens, and she runs her thumb over my cheek, and I lean into her warm touch. My life has been so cold up until this point. Full of chaos and death and destruction.
I know someone like me doesn’t deserve a woman like her, but I’ll be damned if I let her go.
Serenity kneels down and pushes me onto the floor. Her breasts sway as she crawls up my body and straddles me. She reaches between her legs and grabs my cock, positioning it at her entrance. The entire world disappears as she sinks down onto my shaft, her pussy enveloping me in her tight, wet heat.
