Page 37 of Holiday Scars
I should have known demanding a hard fucking would ignite his primal need to claim me.
I have never wanted to be fucked like this, and now I feel like I can’t breathe unless he’s inside me. It strikes me why I never felt fully satisfied with women. Why it always left me feeling empty. I told myself it was the abuse, that I couldn’t allow myself to be happy. When in truth I was saving myself for the right person to love me.
He was in front of me all along.
I sprawl on my unmade bed, my wet, spent cock grinding into the top cover.
Tingles run up and down my spine as Blade straddles me and spreads my ass cheeks wide. “So fucking perfect and mine.” He bends down and licks me there, laps me up with a greedy tongue.
“Fuck, Blade,” I groan into a pillow.
“Where’s that lube?” he asks, breathless.
“Nightstand.”
He reaches over, and with a wet finger, he preps me. The snap of the lube bottle is a jolt to my soul. It means he’s moments away from fucking me. My satisfied cock twitches when Blade’s finger slips inside me.
“Yeah, nice and ready for my cock.”
I groan at how full it already feels.
“Fuck, Jett, I’m not sure how long I can last in this tight ass.” He presses the crown of his cock to my hole and drips more lube on our connection. “Jesus, I wish you can see me take you. How you take me. You are so fucking mine.”
Slowly, oh so slowly, Blade sinks all the way inside me and hisses a curse under his breath. “Hold the fuck on, baby.”
My eyes roll back in my head. “Deeper. I want it deeper,” I grunt.
“Greedy for a good fucking,” Blade rasps and then rails me into the mattress. “I want to make you come with my dick in your ass.”
Blade snakes a warm, shaking hand around my hips. My heart goes offline when his hand closes around my cock. He’s fucking me, but I’m fucking his hand, his lubed-up fingers so slick and messy.
He jerks me off while he fucks me, and my orgasm builds up again.
“Christ, you’re so big,” he whispers into my ear. “Come for me, I’m close.”
I garble something, feeling my warm cum add to the lube in his hand. He strokes me with it and then explodes inside me.
Groaning and cursing, he collapses on top of me and then twists me around to hold me against his chest. “Are you okay? Was that too much for you?”
I cackle a laugh into his chest hair. “Never. And if it is, I’ll spend forever letting you make me yours the way you want me.”
“I want you like this.” He lifts my chin and kisses me. “Mine. Fast, slow, all night, or a quickie. All I want is for you to love me.”
“Mission accomplished. I do.”
“Hmmm, that has a nice ring to it.”
I gasp. “Are you suggesting...”
“Maybe, let’s sleep on it.”
I started this day feeling empty, thinking every sunrise would offer the same. Now I’m starting a life with the one man I trust while we fight for this love.
Scars and all.
EPILOGUE
Blade ~ Christmas Morning
