Page 52 of Lore
We ignore the men calling out to us as we head up the stairs and into my bedroom. I’ve wanted to be inside her for so fucking long, and I can’t wait a second longer. I’m so hard it’s painful, and I can’t fucking think straight. No one else makes me feel like this—so out of control. Fuck, all she has to do is look at me, and I’m hard. Other women need lingerie or to show off their naked bodies to me.
All my butterfly has to do is give me some fucking eye contact.
My mind is quiet, and all I can think about is getting inside her tight, wet pussy.
I unlock my door, then slam it behind me with my foot, turning on the light and throwing her down on the bed, sliding off my boots and pulling off my cut and T-shirt. I place my cut on the back of the chair in my room and then stalk toward her, kneeling in front of the bed and sliding her legs toward me. She helps me lift off her dress and slide down her panties, and my eyes greedily take her in from head to toe. “Mine,” I growl, kissing her inner thigh before licking her pussy slowly. My hands slide under her ass and grip her cheeks, pulling her toward me like a fucking feast.
“Lore…” She moans, sitting up on her elbows to watch me.
“Tell me,” I demand, staring up at her. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“Fuck,” she whimpers when I suck on her clit. “Yours. I’m yours.”
“That’s right,” I hum. “You are all mine. And I take care of what’s mine.”
I make her come, and the little noises she makes have me ready to explode. It’s been so fucking long, and it’s with her.
It means something.
I wipe my mouth with my fingers, then lick them, not wanting to waste a drop. Hungry honey-brown eyes meet mine. She wants more, and I’m going to fucking give it to her.
All night long.
I strip off my jeans, making a little show of it, which makes her laugh, her face lighting up.
I would take on the world for this woman.
Climbing onto the bed, I brace myself above her. Our eyes connect and hold as I slowly slide into her. She bites her bottom lip and lifts her hips to meet me.
Home.
I’m back home, and I’m never leaving.
“Fuck me,” she commands, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me, tasting herself, while I start to move in and out of her, fucking her hard and deep and reminding her who she belongs to.
“Fuck! You fit me so perfectly, just as I remember. Look how well you fucking take me, Butterfly,” I growl against her sweet lips. “I love you. You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved.”
She stills slightly, as if surprised by my words. I kiss her, distracting her. I don’t know if she would have said it back or not, but she can say the words when she’s ready.
I roll onto my back and watch her ride me, her plump tits bouncing with every stroke. Reaching between us, I play with her clit, watching through hooded eyes as she throws her head back and grips her hands onto my thighs as she fucks me uninhibitedly.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
She comes again with my name on her lips, her body trembling with the powerful orgasm. Lifting her off me, I lay her down on her back, wanting to look into her eyes when I come.
She scratches her nails down my back as I finish inside her.
“Fuck,” I grit out, my jaw clenching as I lose myself.
“Always loved watching you come,” she murmurs, her fingers gently stroking through my beard. She then pulls my hair out of its leather band and lets it loose. She always loved playing with my hair too. I roll onto my back with her, cradling her head against my chest, still inside her.
“You still like doing that,” she murmurs.
“What?” I ask, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“Staying inside me.”
I smile to myself. I never even realized it, but yeah, we used to fall asleep like that all the time with me still inside her. “I like being connected to you.”
