Page 86 of Stitch
“Weeks? Fuck that. Actually, days? Fuck that. Where you getting it, babe?” He went back to sucking on my nipples, while I tried to remember what he’d asked me, and what words even were.
“Camille?”
I drew another shaky breath and felt my mind clear a little.
“My hip, well, my side. Where I can show it off in cropped tops.”
Stitch let out a low groan and shuffled down the bed, placing kisses all over my stomach and around my sides, before he lowered himself between my legs, and started sucking on my clit, his fingers gliding into my pussy in deep strokes.
I couldn’t hold back my orgasm, even as the bastard sat and smirked at me, as he made me ride his fingers throughout my release.
“Time for my cock, babe. Been aching to get inside you again.” He crawled up the bed, his body covering mine, as he eased his cock inside me in one slow press.
“Gonna spend the rest of my life fucking you, Camille. You were made for me, and I plan to spend as much time inside you as I can.”
“Two words, Stitch.” Firstly I was struck dumb by the way he thrust into me, so deep, so hard, that all I could utter was a low groan.
“You were saying, babe?”
My answer was interrupted by another harsh thrust.
“Dammit… Stitch…”
He smirked. “Still waiting for those two words, babe, unless that was them?”
“Screw that. Do it again.”
He fucked me hard, not holding back anymore, not giving me a chance to speak or even try, not that I even cared about that anymore. I wrapped my legs around him, moving with him to meet every sharp thrust, to absorb the impact as completely as possible. To feel him deep inside me even when he was no longer inside me.
Stitch caught my hands from his chest, and pinned them down beside my head as he moved, angling his hips to grind against my clit with each entry. My orgasm crept up on me so suddenly, I barely had time to anticipate it before I was shuddering and moaning as it rippled through my body, tingling every nerve ending. Stitch suddenly pulled out of me, and jerked his cock twice, before he splatted my stomach and chest with his cum.
He laughed breathlessly, dropping onto the bed beside me, while I stared at the mess he’d made of me.
“Was that really necessary?”
He laughed again. “Marking my wife and old lady with my essence? Yeah, it felt fucking good too.”
“One of your brothers has to tattoo my skin, under all your ‘essence’. It’s not like I can keepit there.”
Stitch shrugged, leaning over to nuzzle my shoulder.
“I can do it again, plenty more where that came from. Guess I didn’t need both balls for that.”
Thirty-Eight
Ididn’t mean todo it, honestly. It wasn’t planned at all, but just as I felt myself about to blow, I couldn’t help it. I wanted to see my cum all over her. All over where one of those bastards would have to touch her.
Sure, I knew she’d have to wash it off before the ceremony, but I’d know it’d been there. I knew wherever they touched her, my cum was there first.
Maybe I’d literally lost my marbles, with all that shit I’d been through lately, but nothing had ever made more sense than that course of action, in that moment.
In the last few hours, everything had changed, and I no longer had the weight of my impending death hanging over me.
It was incredibly freeing, knowing that that perceived time limit was no longer hanging over me. We might have married on a whim, but it was for keeps. We’d both made that clear. We’d had that talk and we wanted more, so making her my old lady was the right thing. So very fucking right.
I never thought I’d find someone willing to put up with me, and the club, and the things we sometimes had to do. She was perfect for me. A perfect fit, in every possible fucking way.
“I need to get showered, Stitch. I don’t want Has-Been getting covered in your cum when he tattoos me.”
