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It’s my turn to throw her off because she may want control, but I crave it just as much.
“You think I was too soft on you, Sage?” She lands back on the bed with enough force that the wood splinters into a hundred different pieces. I have a second of regret, thinking I may have hurt her, but the evil smirk that rises from the corners of her lips tells a whole different story.
This time, she turns around, her hands on the headboard, her ass up and her back arched in the most perfect way.
I coat my fingers in her cum, my eyes trained solely on her ass. The tight pucker is calling my name and her pussy is begging for another round.
This time, when I slam my cock inside her, I slide two fingers in her ass and revel in the long, filthy moan that’s better than a well-cast symphony of sirens.
“Did you say I was too careful, Sage? Is this what you wanted?”
I don’t go easy, I don’t go slow.
“Yes! Yes!”
The way I’m fucking my chosen is akin to beastly and crude. With one hand on her hips and the other fucking her ass, I drive my dick into her pussy over and over again until I feel her tense. My hand slides to her front, searching for and finding her perfect little clit as it begs for my attention.
I flick it once then thrust inside both her holes before watching Sage lose her damn mind in the best of ways. Her head is thrown back, her fingers gripping the headboard and her ass slamming back into me with every one of my thrusts.
The moment is raw and it’s brutal but it’s the most beautiful music we’ve ever made because fucking Sage on the first day of the rest of her life is the greatest high I’ve ever felt.
My bed is destroyed and the walls are a mess but the orgasm that starts at the base of my spine and ends with me spilling what feels like gallons of cum inside my woman is beyond anything I’ve ever felt.
When we’re done, I turn Sage around by the braids, which are more loose strands than anything well-kept, and I bring her mouth to mine.
“Every fucking day and every fucking night, Satapti.”
Out of breath, just like me, she gives me the perfect answer.
“Forever.”
Chapter Twelve
Sage
“Are you staring at me? Because I can feel you staring at me.” My eyes are closed and I’m more comfortable than I remember being for the longest time.
A heavy arm is resting against my hip from behind me so his fingers can draw lazy circles on the front of my thigh, and without looking, I just know the other one is holding up his gorgeous head as he watches me sleep. Well, not so much now that I’m awake.
“I am.” That’s it, no explanation, no fanciful words. Just the pure and simple truth of the matter.
“Well stop. It’s creepy.” It’s not, and there’s no venom in my tone, more of a playful smirk.
“Satapti, you have no idea.” He chuckles at the same time something begins tracing its way up my leg. From my ankle, up my calf, around my knee, then it stops moving when it reaches mid-thigh and slides down again, repeating this over and over.
It’s featherlight, barely a tickle, but the sensation is goosebump inducing and it makes me shiver.
I thought that spending all night fucking like our lives depended on it would mean my poor vagina would be hating me a little while she rejoices at all the orgasms. I thought wrong, because she’s raring to go again, throbbing with the delicious need to be filled by my soul mate’s giant demon cock.
“Mmm,” I moan as the vines that have been stroking up and down my legs begin to wrap around my ankles, while more appear from the head of the bed for my wrists. I squeal when the vines yank my hands from beneath my cheek and hold them above my head.
“Still creepy?” His deep whisper in my ear as his vines twist me onto my back, spreading me wide open, is just one more thing to make me squirm in anticipation.
“Always.” I smile up at him now, where he’s climbed on top of me, his hard cock resting against my stomach.
He huffs a laugh and that smile melts my insides more than I thought possible. Seeing him this carefree is new, and I want to keep it forever.
Leaning his face close to mine, our mouths are barely a millimeter apart, he just stays there while our eyes have an undeclared staring contest into each other’s souls. His tongue pokes out; I can feel it, barely there against my lips as he teases me. I can’t move because his vines have worked their way across my forehead, holding me in place, so I poke out my tongue too, relishing in the contact before he pulls away with mock-disapproval.
