Page 17 of Striker's Foul
Carefully, I slide down her body and pull her shorts and panties off, tossing them over my shoulders to the floor. Shemoans as I settle between her thighs. I know I shouldn’t, but a part of me won’t let me leave her needy and aching.
I glide my tongue through her folds. Her flavor that somehow I forgot was true nectar bursts across my tongue.
“Fuck, angel. I’m starved,” I tell her before diving in.
My tongue, lips, fingers all get involved. She orgasms right away, but I don’t stop. I take her up two more times before my aching cock demands his time. I rear up and look down at her. I pushed up her top at some point. The glow from the lights outside illuminate her gorgeous tits.
“Remove the shirt,” I demand.
Her sex-hazed eyes blink a couple of times as I rip my shirt off, then unbuckle my jeans. I stand next to the bed and drop my pants to the floor. Then I climb back over her body.
“I want all of you, Luke,” she says, giving me the permission I was waiting for.
I notch my cock at her entrance, but I don’t push in.
“Forever this time, angel. Always and forever.” I demand of her.
“Yes.” She moans, and I thrust in.
Her tight heat wraps around my cock, making my eyes cross. My dreams don’t even compare to this heaven. As soon as I bottom out inside her, I realize I’m not wearing a condom. That damn little devil on my shoulder fist pumps, hoping I get her pregnant again so I can be a part of it this time.
“Angel, I’ve dreamed of being right back here so many times, and it never compared to the reality,” I tell her as I lean over her body before finally taking her lips for the first time in years.
Just like the first time I kissed her as a dumb teenager, my body feels light, my heart thumps hard in my chest, and everything settles again. All the anger and pain fade away.
She moans against my tongue, and her hands are pulling at my hair, trying to get it loose. Reaching behind me, I untie theleather wrap and let it fall to the bed. Her hands bury in my hair, and she tips my head where she wants it. I pull up, and her hands roam my chest, playing with the hair I barely had the last time we were like this. Her nails dig into my flesh, and I need her deeper. I need her to never walk away from me again.
I roll us and put her on top of me. She sits up, and my cock goes deeper. She leans back and moans. Around her neck, I notice a necklace with an oddly shaped pendant. As she starts to move just like I taught her so many years ago, I play with her breasts, noticing the tattoos along her body. Then I get a better look at the necklace. It’s the ring I gave her, mounted on a special pendant so it lays flat on her chest.
“You kept my ring?” I ask as I sit up, lifting the necklace to show her.
Amelia pulls her lip between her teeth and nods.
“You’ve always been the only man for me. I promised you forever, and I was giving it to you.”
Again, I roll us, positioning her under me. “I’m getting you a better ring, and I’m never letting you get away from me again.”
“Please, Luke.”
I know it’s a plea to keep my word this time, and also to finish what I’ve been doing to her body. I pull out and piston back in, hard and deep. She grabs her pillow and pulls it over her head as she moans loud and long.
“Fuck, we are getting a house where our son can’t hear us.”
I continue to move in and out of her in long, deep thrusts. She finally comes, crying out my name, muffled by the pillow. I pull it away and take her mouth in a fierce kiss as I piston harder into her. Then I plant myself deep, unloading all my cum inside her open and ready uterus. She moans and comes again, her body trembling and rippling along my cock.
Her breathing is heavy, and I hold myself over her.
“This wasn’t a quick fuck to get it out of our systems. This is the start of us again.”
“I’m scared,” she says as tears start to roll down her face.
I wipe them away with my thumbs and press into her more.
“I am too,” I admit before pulling from her body and getting up. I head toward her bathroom.
“Damn it. We forgot a condom. Why, Luke? Why can’t we remember the most important, basic things?”
I shrug and walk back to her with a wet washcloth. “Angel, I’m not wrapping up, and you can’t make me. I get to have a pregnancy with you that I’m part of.”
