by Wyatt, Dani
“This is what you want.” I give her one more out as I lay her on the bed, the black outfit sexy as fuck, riding up on her thighs, showing me her drenched, slick pussy and my cock lurches, a lead pipe pressing out on the fabric, desperate for her.
“I want this. I want you.”
“You should know,” I say, my voice a low groan. “I’ve been yours. For three years, my kitten. Everything I’ve done, every thought has you in it.”
“Why did you wait so long?”
I shake my head, then decide to tell the truth. “I didn’t think I was good enough for you. I thought I had to make everything perfect. I could never figure out how to be perfect for you.”
She’s laying there, open, and the scent of her desire clutches around my neck. Her breathing is shallow, her eyes wide as I reach down and slide my hands up under the black plastic.
“I thought you had someone else. That’s why—”
“No.” I bark. “No one. Not for a very long time.” My need races through my veins.
I’m so close to what I’ve desired for so long it feels like there’s no air.
“So, now what?” Her thighs are quivering, and I feel her body stiffen under my hands as she brings one of her feet up and presses it on the erection pressing out from behind my zipper, rubbing it back and forth, making it drip with cum.
“Oh, kitten. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
“How?” She toys, biting into her bottom lip and the sweet, innocent girl I’ve been in love with is dirty, and I know there’s no turning back now.
“First, I’m going to run my tongue through your dripping cunt. Push it up inside that tight hole and eat you until you’re addicted to what I give you. You ready for that? You ready to get licked like a good pussy should?”
She nods so hard and fast it’s hard to hold back the smile. Her legs fall open and I see the dark spot that covers her sweet sex and my balls tighten.
“After I lick you until you’re ready and soft, you’re going to give my cock a few nice, special kisses. Let it know you belong to it because it belongs to you. It exists for you. I’ve got years of fantasies to make come true with you, Kat, but first...”
I reach up and grab the black plastic and tear it easily from her body as she smiles on a gasp.
“You’re going to gently undress me like the perfect gentleman that you are?” She plays, but I tug, and she wiggles until the make-shift dress is on the floor.
“Something like that.” No fantasy I’ve had can compare to looking down at Katarina on my bed, naked expect for those wet white panties. “Take your panties off,” I order, and her hands lower, fingertips shaking as she looks up at me.
“What about you? I want to see all of you too.” She licks her lips as she says it, and my heart about bursts through my chest. “You said you were going to make me feel good. That will help my eyes feel good.”
She’s the perfect, sexy, funny smart ass and my need for her is becoming a part of my very DNA.
She obeys my command, slipping the fabric down each leg and then, instead of throwing it on the floor, she holds it up and hands it to me, making my cock jerk.
I take her offering, bringing it to my face and inhaling deeply before shoving the fabric into my mouth on a grunt, my hands falling to tug my t-shirt up and over my head, then work my pants off and kick them away, leaving me standing naked, looking down at my long waited for prize.
“Wow.” Her eyes are wide, her mouth open as I lower a hand and skim my fingertips down her bare flesh, circling her belly button, watching her quiver.
I pull the fabric from my mouth, lowering it and rubbing it all over my dick as she watches in awe. “Be careful what you wish for. From now on, I think I’m going to cum on all your panties before you put them on. Rub my dick on everything I can find that meets that sweet cunt of yours.”
“That thing is going to hurt.” She stares at my steel pole, seemingly unaffected by the crazy thoughts that spill from my mouth. “How do you walk around with that thing?”
“Very carefully.” My voice is hoarse, the words starting to sound like I’ve been screaming for too long.
I watch her chest rise and fall. Her nipples deep rose colored, pulled together, and I lean down, taking one into my mouth, unable to keep myself from tasting her for another second.
At the contact, her body bows upward, her hands on my hair, tugging, and all the filthy, dirty fantasies I’ve had about her rage through my lust filled brain.
“Miller...” She gasps, releasing more of the beast I’ve kept at bay for so long.
I switch from one nipple to the other, my hands gripping the soft flesh.
As I work my mouth down, her hands release my head and reach out as though I’m crucifying her, and she fists the sheets as I start to lick my way toward heaven.
“I want you to fuck me.” She manages, her body twisting under my mouth, and I reach down and grab her ankles, pushing them over my shoulders.
“Not yet, kitten. I’ve dreamed of this sweet cunt for too long. I’ll fuck you soon enough. First, I’m going to feast...”
Her rich, feminine scent is already swirling around me, branding me as I look up and see her tits heaving and wonder for a moment if she will be so receptive when the really filthy fantasies, the ones I’ve kept locked up with her as my muse, come out.
We will see.
She’s shaking and there’s a nervousness in her eyes that I want to calm, and I’ll do it with my tongue for now.
“Please...” She begs and I realize how perfect that word is coming from her.
Her flesh is silky, smooth, and I kiss my way down her inner thigh until I rub my nose and beard into the slick ripe valley where I know I will spend countless hours from this day on making us both feel good.
I push my throbbing dick into the bedding as I bring my tongue out and take the first sample of my life’s most glorious buffet. The words pound in my brain as her flavor scores through me, and I dry hump the side of the bed, claiming my ownership after so many long years.
She’s whimpering my name as I swipe my tongue up and down her body, quivering and circling onto my attacking tongue. Her legs ride my shoulders as she drenches my face in her glorious honey. I drive my tongue up into her opening, so tight her words come back to haunt me...that thing is going to hurt.
I lick and tongue fuck her faster, preparing her for what’s to come, and I growl and groan the words that are relentless inside my head.
Mine. Mine. Fucking mine. Forever mine.
I’m licking, and she’s bucking, and I’m riding the side of the bed so hard it squeals and scrapes across the floor.
I bring a finger up to replace my tongue and listen to her sounds as I press it inside and lick her clit while she rides my face.
“You like that don’t you, kitten?” Her opening is fucking clenching around my finger and I give her another one, wanting her ready so the pain is as diminished as possible when she takes my monster, which I think is two inches bigger than it’s ever been. “You’re going to give me all your holes eventually. You need to know, no part of you will be off limits to me. You’re going to be fucked hard and properly, every day.”
She bows up, her ass off the bed, and I curve my fingers, finding that rough little spot and working it until she explodes, drenching my face as I suck down her sweet juice and hold her body as it writhes and bucks.
Her orgasm is mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
When she screams my name at her peak, I’ve practically cum against the side of the bed and I know I have to be in there, now.
I rise up over her, taking in just how exquisite she is in this moment, and before I mount her, claiming her completely, I need one thing from her.
I mount the bed on my knees, moving my upright body toward her flushed and unfocused face, my hand down, gripping my throbbing shaft as I bring the purple, slick tip to her open lips.
“Kiss your king.” I command, her eyes gathering the reality, and she
turns her head, her tongue poking out first and I have to squeeze the base of my dick like a vise to keep from spraying all over her perfect face.
“Yes, my King...” She nearly makes me come undone as her words turn to a kiss and soft, wet lips connect with the head of my cock, making me see white light.
When her hand comes up to hold my girth to her face, I know this is our binding. I give in to the moment, feeling all of her flow through me and as much as I want this to last, I need inside her more.
“Good girl.” I lower my hand and stroke the top of her head. “More later. Right now, this dick is going to brand that pussy with my name and while it does, I want to hear you saying it. Say my name, Kat...”
I shift over her, shoving her legs apart with mine, and hold my body over hers, her nipples hard against my chest.
“Miller.”
“Again,” I order, the tip of my dick seeking out her soaking soft heat, and I line up with her home.
“Miller,” she repeats, drawing a sharp breath as I push forward.
“Again.” I grit out, harder, pushing her.
“God, please...” She whimpers, but I stall.
“No, not God. Not please. My name. Again.” I bark, her eyes tight on mine.
“Miller.” She complies, the word sounding broken, but it’s what I need. What we both need.
My jaw is tight, I grit my teeth, trying not to nut as I get the tip just inside her tight opening.
“Again.” I manage, knowing this is the last time we will be separate people. At the next call of my name, we will be bound, forever together.
“Miller,” she whimpers, and I plunge forward into her soaking heat. On her own, she starts repeating my name in one long string and I look down to watch her tits sway and bounce as I roar and give her nearly all of me in one hard, demanding thrust.
I hold steady for a moment as she digs her nails into my shoulders, her hole so tight I’m not even sure I could move if I wanted to.
“Baby.” I grit out, holding back my release. Nothing has ever felt so perfect and I don’t know if I’ll ever want to leave. We may never make it out into the world again, because my dick is going to be mounted inside her drenched cunt 24/7 if he has his way. “You okay?”
Her cheeks are red, eyes half open, and I give her a few moments before she finally licks her lips on a whisper. “Miller.”
“I want to hear you say my name for the rest of my life.” I kiss her sweet mouth, taking in the whispers of my name over and over as I move with the cadence of her words, her thighs squeezing my hips and releasing as I pump in and out, the desire to drain my balls inside of her becoming unbearable.
The slapping, sucking sound coming from our connection only makes it more erotic. I look down where my cock disappears between her slick pink folds and I slow my movements, mesmerized at how her body takes me in and out over and over until she’s writing and undulating beneath me.
“Miller, I’m so full with you.” She manages as her inner flesh pulses around me, making my balls so desperate to empty I have to bite my cheeks to hold steady.
I want this to go on forever, but the tension building inside of me is nearing the point of no return. I shift back, my hands slipping to grab the cheeks of her ass, pulling her upward onto my thighs.
“Reach down and touch yourself.” I give her slow, measured strokes as she absorbs my command. “Show me how you like to be touched. Rub that clit for me, kitten, until you are purring.”
Her eyes widen as she draws a stuttering breath and her scent fills my head.
When she does as I ask, I know there will be no turning back. We are bound, now and forever, by what the other needs, and will never again be without.
Chapter Eleven
Katarina
“YOU KNOW, FROM NOW on, you are mine. All of you, mine.” Miller groans as he watches me finger myself, his incredible dick slipping in and out of my sloppy opening, making drenched sexy sounds as he pulses back and forth.
I nod, my fingertips spinning on my clit and my body adjusting to the feel of him filling me deep and round into my belly, stretching me so it hurts, but I never want it to end.
I gasp as he turns harder, working my fingers as his eyes turn dark, pinned on our sex, his voice rumbling without looking up at me.
“Tell me you want all of me.”
I want to answer, but he’s pounding harder, driving the little air I manage to gather in my lungs back out again. The words lodge in my throat as he thrusts in and out, harder and harder, until I think I’m going to be pushed right through the mattress onto the floor.
“I want...” I puff with each exhale. “All...”
His brow is drawn, jaw muscle like a rock. “Say it.” He seethes through bared teeth.
“I want all of you.”
“Fuck.” His groan deepens as my body tightens and my fingers are on the trigger. “Fuck, I can feel it. Cum baby, you’re so close. Cum.”
He pistons faster and harder, his balls slapping my wet flesh, and I give him what he wants. Falling over the edge into a blinding climax that has me twisting and jerking, his hands on my hips, holding himself deep to my limit, and he chants the word I never want to stop hearing...
Mine, Mine. Mine.
Even through my haze, I feel him thicken, harden, though it seems impossible he could get any bigger, but he does, and as my heart races, screams tearing ragged from my throat, he plunges in and out, once, twice a third time, and I feel it.
His hands move to my hair, pulling and tugging as his hot release fills me. My body belongs to him. It hurts, his size, his hands tearing at my hair, but nothing has ever felt so good.
“Fuck, kitten, I’m coming. Jesus, Kat...” His words fall away, tortured, as his body releases jet after jet and I’m dripping with him.
I knew I wanted him. I knew...yes, I knew I loved him, but nothing could have prepared me for this. I’m owned by him. Forever and irrevocably his.
I climax into orbit again.
But, he’s not done.
His face is just above mine. Then he’s kissing my face, my eyes, my nose. His rough movements stop and he’s tender.
“You know I love you, right?” The words shock me from my bliss filled haze.
“What?” I reply, seeing a flicker of defeat in his eyes and I counter as quickly as I can. “I’m sorry, I do know. I can feel it.”
His dick is still inside me, impossibly hard as I see beads of sweat on his forehead, my scent on his beard, and suddenly I’m overcome with emotion.
My throat is tight, and the rims of my eyes burn. “I love you too.” I can’t believe when the words slip out, but now that they are out, I know just how true they are.
A deep groan comes from his chest.
“You need more.” It’s a statement, and before I can question what he means, he’s pulled out and grabs my body, flipping me over with rough tugs and pulls until I am on all fours, my ass back, and he’s mounted behind me.
“I need you like this. Fucking you like an animal.”
My heart speeds, I think I should be offended but oh my god I’m not. I’m so turned on when he drives into me in one swift motion. I’m already tipping into an orgasm as his body slaps against my ass cheeks, his dick giving me twinges of pain, feeling like it’s going to come up and out of my mouth he’s so deep.
He’s slamming in and out. Using me. A giant hand on my hip, holding me as the other gathers my hair and pulls, arching my neck and back as he fucks me like a sex doll, and it hurts.
Hurts so fucking good.
I never understood what that meant before, but now? I don’t ever want to live without it.
I’m filled by him. And not just his cock. I want this wild mountain man that I’ve craved for years. The reality is infinitely better than my girl fantasies and as he rides me like a dog finally finding the bitch in heat he’s searched for.
My thoughts are so vulgar, but I’m unashamed. Miller makes it feels so right and when he told me he
loved me, I believed him down into the deepest center of my soul.
He pulls my hair until I cry out, then a little more as he pumps like a madman, filling me, and his voice fills my ears.
“Fuck, baby, yes, I love you, you’re never leaving me. Never.”
He buries himself to the hilt as my own orgasm takes me over, feeling like he’s punching the air from my lungs and marking me forever.
Our orgasms seem to pulse and linger for minutes or hours and Miller’s body comes down onto my back, my hair released, and his lips are warm and soft between my shoulder blades as he whispers filthy sweet things into my flesh.
Soon we are curled under the blankets, coming down from our high as Miller runs his rough hands over every inch of my body, his hard front against my back, and I half turn my head, swallowing.
“I do love you,” I say, clear and solid.
“I love you, too. I guess waiting for perfect wasn’t the best plan.”
“I think this is perfect.”
“Me too, kitten. Me. Too.”
Chapter Twelve
Katarina
MILLER LOOKS OVER AT me and raises one eye as he talks into the phone. “I’m not sure. I’m kind of busy...okay, okay, hold your horses there, Mr. Burnley.” He sighs as he puts his hand over the phone, obviously unaware that they have mute buttons these days. “My neighbors have a tree down, it’s kind of worrying Mrs. Burnley. I should be an hour, tops...”
I grin and nod. “It’s fine. You’re so good to them.”
Mr. and Mrs. Burnley are in their late eighties, and they never had any kids of their own. I know them because they adopted a puppy from the shelter last year, and Mrs. Burnley is the sweetest lady in the world. The idea that I would keep Miller from helping them just would never sit right with me.
He tells Mr. Burnley that he’ll be right over, then turns to me. “You can come with, but it’s only going to be me cutting wood and piling it up for them.”
I shake my head. “I’m good here. Little Miss Muffet might need me. She is, after all, a devil kitten, right?”