Page 22 of Colossal
Denial is a hammer to my skull. “I’ll kill you, Marlow.”
“What a way to go,” she says, levering herself up to kiss me. The mother of all kisses. Deep and winding and wet, my finger tucking in and out of her snug heat until it’s pumping, adding my ring finger, trying my goddamn best to loosen her up a little. Nothing doing, though, she’s tighter than the lid of a jam jar. I’m trying not to think about how fucking good it would feel tojust give in and rail her for everything I’m worth, whether she’s ready or not, but I love her. I love her, so I fight through the agony and hope for a miracle.
Another one.
She’s a miracle all by herself.
“You can try now,” she says, in between hot, slanting kisses.
“No, I can’t. I can’t.”
“Don’t you want to get me pregnant?”
“Yes!” I roar, my answer coming from some deep, dark unknown cavern in my chest. I say it with bared teeth, my fingers pressed high and deep inside of her. “I’ve got the biggest wad for you, baby. You won’t be getting your period once I give it to you.”
“I want it now,” she whimpers, digging her nails into my shoulders. “Put it in as far as you can.”
My control is frayed now, my alpha male genes conditioned to conquer and impregnate, and I’ve lost the fight with patience. Lost it completely. Sealing my mouth on top of hers, I work the massive head of my erection into her breach, my jaw slackening at the sensation of being cradled there. It’s so good that I require more, more, my hips advancing until I’ve given her a few of my inches, jacking my base in a harried fist.
“Oh God. Oh fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” I pant, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of my face. “Does it hurt?”
“There’s some pressure,” she says shifting beneath me, shooting a lightning bolt of urgency to my testicles. “But I think I can take more.”
“Please,” I say raggedly, instead ofno, which is what I meant to say. She’s so small and beautiful and fragile. At least, I think she’s fragile until, keeping our intense eye contact, she digs her heels into my ass until I have no choice but to sink down, her slick cunt taking me deeper, deeper, her whine getting louder.
“Daddy is so big,” she gasps, her eyes bright. “That’s why it can hold so much come.”
Divine intervention. That’s the only reason I don’t fill her up then and there. “Goddammit, you’re making my fucking legs shake.”
“You’re almost all the way in,” she moans, her cunt flexing around me. “More.”
Hitting my limit for temptation, I fall on Marlow, digging my fists into the mattress and starting to thrust. And I think I know what sex is going to be like from watching porn on occasion, but oh no, no, it’s so much more visceral. Horny and wet and real. The give and take of her flesh, the drag of my thick torso up her smoother, smaller one, the crack of my heavy balls bouncing off her ass, her gorgeous face transforming with awe, my knees dug into the bed, the exertion, the sweat, the desperate kisses we exchange while I drive her, pump by pump, up the bed, the sound of wet slapping filling the room.
“You feel so good,” she sobs, raking her nails down my back, enjoying me even though my full weight is crushing her down. Maybe even because of it. “All of you. All of you is so sexy.You’re mine.”
I lurch a little over the way she claims me so vocally, an unnamed warmth spreading inside of me in a way I don’t expect. I feel sexy in that moment for the first time in my life. I feel fucking incredible. Enough to strip off my shirt and fuck her harder, the bed creaking in tandem with my grunts. “I love being yours,” I blurt into her neck.
“Good,” she whispers, tightening up around me. On purpose. Making me shake violently, caught in her mind-blowing trap, unable to move or I’ll spew. “Because if any other girl even looks at you, I’ll claw out their eyeballs.”
I believe her. I believe her when she says she’s jealous. That I’m desirable. That she only wants me. Because I can feel howfucking soaked she is. I can see her full little titties bouncing around when I start pounding again, my fist wrapped around the top of the headboard. I can see the love in her eyes when she looks at me, and I become an immortal warrior in that moment, seeding his woman. I become a confident and dominant version of who I was before, all because she looked at me and saw more.
I’m flush on top of her delicious body when I feel the end approaching. “Tell me what you are again, baby. I’m ready to unload in this tight little thing.”
She starts to whimper with excitement, her petite body heaving beneath mine. “I’m a come slut. Daddy. I’m a come slut.”
A groan rips through me. “You’re about to be a pregnant one, aren’t you?”
“Yes!”
“Stay still.”
I grind on top of her clit a few times, the slickness of her pussy giving the best friction possible, and she screams through an orgasm, visibly trying to follow my command to stay still but failing because the sensations are too huge, too sweeping, and she starts to thrash. I pin her down harder and let my lust beat me. Let it pummel my loins and gut and shoot fire up the stalk of my erection, bellowing from the release of pain, shuddering uncontrollably as the spasms take over, letting loose a torrent of spend into the opening between her thighs, prolonged grunts raking up my throat.
Oh God. Oh hell. I’m coming hard inside my girlfriend with no condom and we both want it. We look each other in the eye and communicate the possessiveness we’re both feeling. The chemical branding of one another. We revel in it. We burn through the power of what we’ve decided, knowing we were meant to be.
Thanking the fate that brought us together.
And praying it never tears us apart.
