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“What do you need?” I ask, looking down at her.
“You.”
Growling, I flip her over and prop her up so that she’s resting on her knees. Lining up behind her, I mirror her pose, spreading my legs wider, my cock prodding her wet cunt.
She pleads with me, a jumble of words that I find hard to dissect because I can feel her wet heat on my cock. With my front to her back, I wrap my hand around her throat, careful with the collar, and my other comes around to palm her tit.
Pushing back on me as I toy with her nipple ring, she pushes back hard, eliciting a groan from me. I tighten my hold on her throat, nipping at her ear, and she moans.
“Are you topping from the bottom, sub?”
“What the hell are you talking about? Just fuck me already, please!”
I’m done for.
I slam into her hard, causing her to cry out. With my hand still around her neck, I angle it so I can get to her lips. As soon as they are in reach, our mouths meet, tongues duelling, as I rut into her like a crazed man in search of his next fix.
Her pussy tightens around my length, but I hold back my orgasm, which is no small feat. But when I feel her move her arm, I tear away from the kiss to find her playing with herself.
“Fuck me, Blossom, you really are going to be the death of me.”
She tries to laugh, but it comes out strangled, her fingers messily toying with her clit, and by the sounds she’s making and how jerky her body has become, not to mention her vice-like cunt, I know she’s close.
Sheets of rain start pelt down over us, drenching our faces, but we don’t stop looking at each other, intensifying the moment. The position is a little awkward given how we are joined, but I see everything we share and will continue to share.
The raw, unrequited love and promise, thrum viciously between us, and I vow to honour her the way she deserves for the rest of our lives. Her features soften as if she’s reading my mind, but as soon as my lips find hers again, it dissipates, and she’s crying into the kiss, her body quaking violently as her cunt pulses around my cock, prompting my orgasm.
Pulling away, the tingle in my balls grows and then I’m coming so fucking hard I swear I see stars. “Fucking hell, Blossom, you feel so good,” I praise, my body jerking and then stilling as I finish emptying out into her delicious cunt.
“I love you, Sir,” she admits, and I smile down at her.
“I love you more, Blossom.”
“Yeah?” she asks, demurely, smirking at me.
“Yeah.”
“Round two then?”
I start laughing out loud, acutely aware I’m still hard inside of her.
“My little minx.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
DOTTIE
The day is over too soon, and I find myself sitting in my hotel room toying with my collar after Damon dropped me off. I can’t wipe the damn smile off my face. I can’t believe this is real, that I am in a relationship with Damon Woods, but the other part of me is wondering when the other shoe will drop.
However, amongst the chaos and niggling insecurity, one thing stays with me.
He loves me.
I grab my phone and open up to his last text message.
I already miss you.
That message came through the moment I walked through the door. The cheesy smile fills my face again, and I roll over and hug my phone to my chest, allowing the memories of earlier today to resurface.
