I think the grin I gave her put some more fear in her. “I like that princess.” I gave her my mouth to maul again as I upped the pace.
Any woman that would draw blood while getting fucked couldn’t be that fucking delicate. And aren’t I the luckiest fuck ever to have her under me and only me.
“You’re mine, say it.” Poor thing, her eyes had rolled back in her head and her mouth hung open as she fought for her next breath.
She was in no position to say shit, but I needed to hear the words. “Say it, say ‘I’m yours Lawton, yours and only yours. Say it or I’ll stop.”
I gave her one last hard thrust and held still, still remembering to keep part of my dick out of her. Her reaction left me stunned.
Her head went all the way back, her body bowed in the middle, and she lifted me, as her fingers dug into me, trying to pull me in deeper.
Her mouth was open in a silent scream that rend the air as it was ripped from her lungs. I couldn’t move if my life depended on it.
My heart squeezed in my chest and I knew in that moment that I was a fucking goner. Who the fuck reacts like that? I’m thinking that only a woman who was really into the fucker that was taking her could really have that experience.
Her eyes finally cleared and she looked up at me as I took us back down to the mattress, still connected, my cock spitting inside her, ready to detonate.
“Say it.” I commanded her as I held her face between my hands.
“I’m yours, only yours, always.” Wrapping my arms tightly around her, I drew her in. “And I’m yours, never doubt it.”
“I want you to scream for me again before I cum.” Which was going to be any minute now. I pressed my thumb against her clit with one hand, took a tit in my mouth and thumbed her ass hole with my other hand, while stroking her with deep even thrusts.
It wasn’t long before she was making that sexy as fuck sound that I hope to hear everyday for the rest of my life, and cumming on my dick.
I slammed into her cervix then and felt my cock spew into her. I must’ve dropped a gallon of my greedy little guys into her womb before easing out of her deepest end and just resting my cock inside her hot, sucking cunt.
I meant to offer her praise of some kind because if I know my wife, she’d lecture my ass if I didn’t, but she was asleep or knocked out or some shit.
Her pussy had also tightened up around my cock and it wasn’t that easy getting out of her. I checked her breathing and stole a kiss before slipping out of bed.
I went to the bathroom and ran a bath in the old claw foot tub before going back to get her. Back in the room I came up short at the sight of her lying there, well and truly fucked.
She was so fucking beautiful it hurt to look at her. I walked over and stood looking down at her. How did this happen, how had I earned her? What had I ever done to deserve such beauty?
She thinks I didn’t notice her; that I hadn’t seen her in the short time she’d been with me, but nothing could be farther from the truth.
I’d seen her alright, too much. I’d looked and wanted and fought that want. Now here we were and there was no going back, for either of us.
I knew that once I touched her I would want to own her. She just had that air about her that said she would wrap herself around a man’s heart and take him in.
I lifted her in my arms and she sighed and snuggled into me, stealing more of my heart without much effort.
She barely awakened while, I washed her, and I found I liked taking care of her. Like one of the new foals when I was a kid, only this one pulled at my heart more than anything else ever had before.
I wrapped her in one of my old shirts and put her to bed before going to take my own shower.
***
I took her three more times throughout the night and only kept it to that because she kept passing out each time I took her.
For three days we barely left the bed, only long enough to eat and shower and then we were back in bed or the floor. Once there was the kitchen table, and the counter, the fireplace, the staircase, okay, too many places to recount.
It was fun teaching her how to take my cock into her mouth and pleasure me, but she had a stubborn streak a mile wide and almost tore her damn mouth trying to deep throat my meat.
By the time it was time to leave she was hooked. She was becoming a regular little nympho, and was getting bolder about letting her man know when she needed to be taken care of.
“Do we have to?”
“Yes baby; we’ll get away together again soon okay, don’t pout.” I pulled her into my arms on the porch and kissed her.
I didn’t want to leave either, but there was no telling what the fuck my crew had been up to in my absence.
She had a sassy new twist to her walk when she walked to the bike.
She grabbed me and held on when I reached her, squeezing the breath out of me. “What’s that about?” She didn’t answer me right away so I lifted her chin with my fingertip.
She bit her lip and looked like she was about to cry. What the fuck? I looked around like an ass for the cause of the tears gathering in her eyes, but I knew there was nothing here.
“What baby? tell me.” She gave me the saddest fucking look and then, “I had so much fun here alone with you Lawton, I’m afraid...”
“Afraid of what, you know I won’t let anything hurt you right?”
“What if you can’t help it?”
“What the fuck does that mean? If I say I won’t hurt you then you believe that shit.”
“It’s not that, it’s...I’m afraid that when we go home you’re going to go back to ignoring me.”
“I’ve never ignored you a fucking day since we met. Now stop that crying shit because it pisses me the fuck off and let’s go.
The sooner we get home, the sooner you’ll see that I won’t change, and the sooner you can get that fucking look out your eye.”
“Lawton, your language, really.”
Annoying ass female.
***
I knew some fuck was wrong as soon as we pulled into the yard. My crew seemed to be gearing up for battle or some fuck. Clay jogged over to us and I studied his face.
Okay, we had something on the hook but whatever it was wasn’t too bad, yet. I helped her off and waited for him to tell me.
“We got a problem bro, welcome back Dana.” She smiled at him and for some reason I pulled her under my arm hard.
“What is it?” I braced myself for whatever the fuck, while the ass smirked at me.
“Remember that little filly Brand had the other night? Well apparently he’s been watching her since then and uh, she went into Cooperstown and bought one of those early pregnancy detection tests, and he uh...he went to get her.”
“He what, by himself? Why didn’t you go with him?” I started walking her towards the clubhouse where some of the others were standing as they got geared up.
“He didn’t give me a chance and I figured you’d want in on this, that’s why I’ve been calling you.”
“I had the phone off on the way here. How much of a head start does he have?”
“He’s only been gone fifteen minutes, if we hurry we can cut him off...”
“No, you know him, he won’t fucking stop until he has her, let’s go get her and I hope to fuck she’s the last. It seems we’ve gotten into the habit of stealing brides.”
I kissed mine then, before I passed her off to Kyle. “Watch my wife.”
“No way, I’m going with you.”
“Fuck it Kyle, this shit could get ugly.” The hardheaded fuck gave me that look that meant he wasn’t going to listen to fuck I had to say.
“You go I go.”
“She’s more important, you’ll be doing me a solid bro.”
“I have your back always big brother, that’s more important to me.”
“Fine, fuck, Chaz you’re up. If she gets a fucking paper cut while I’m gone somebody’s gonna get fucked up.”
“Got it bo
ss, I’ll watch her like she was mine.” I gave him a hard look that had him grinning and backing up with his hands in the air.
I pulled her into me. “Everything’s okay, nothing for you to worry about okay.” She nodded and hid her face in my chest.
“Let me see that smile baby. There she is.” I love you.” I whispered the last three words in her ear before walking away swiftly.
“Let’s go before his fuck gets his ass killed by these racist fucks and I have to burn this town to the ground.”
THE END OF SEASON ONE
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