I wanted to make this last, but that was impossible after her little performance. “I’m gonna come inside you.” I wasn’t going to ask for permission because this pussy was mine now. I owned it just like I owned her. I’d be coming deep inside her every single day whether she wanted me to or not. I passed the realm of obsession and fell into something deeper, stronger. Now, I wanted to possess her completely, make her mine forever.
“Yes…”
I pumped into her roughly, no longer being delicate with her soft pussy. I pounded into her hard and shook the headboard. Her tits bounced up and down as I rocked into her with enough force to break the bed. Within seconds, I reached my threshold and felt the hot goodness deep in my balls. Like a raging fire, flames moved up my shaft until they finally reached my head.
I shoved myself as far as I could go, right at her cervix, and I released. “Jesus Christ.” I growled like a bear and moaned at the same time, dumping myself deep inside her. I gave her so much cum I didn’t think she could contain it all. I spilled more than I ever had in my life, filling her up like a car at the gas pump. I topped her off until my cum started to seep from her entrance and drip down her ass.
Fuck, I was ready again.
Rome ran her hands up my neck until she cupped my cheeks. She gave me an otherworldly look, like I was the focus of her whole universe. I couldn’t decipher the look she gave me, but I knew it was full of satisfaction and joy. There was no regret for the decision she made. She didn’t second-guess her choice to give herself to me. She was happy. And even when the fun was over, she was still happy.
“You’re mine now.” I said it before, but I meant it in a different way. Now, I meant it so literally I wasn’t sure what the definition was. All I knew was, I didn’t want to share her with anyone. And the idea of being with anyone else repulsed me. I was devoted to this woman, worshiping her like a goddess who had the power to rule me. If she asked me to bow to her, I would. If she asked me for anything at all, I would oblige.
“I know.”
My cock hardened again while inside her, feeling the wetness directly against my tip inside her pussy. It was quickest I’d ever recovered from an orgasm, but this woman made my body reach new heights. “Are you sore?”
“A little. But I want to do it again anyway.”
I pulled out and watched my cum drip out of her pussy. The sight was the biggest turn-on in my life. I felt it with my fingers before I shoved it back in, wanting her pussy to be stuffed with it. No man had ever released inside her, and now it was a shrine for my cum. I pointed my hard dick at her opening and stretched her all over again, her pussy having to acclimate to my size once more. “I want to do it all night.”
19
Rome
Maybe this wouldn’t last forever, but I didn’t regret my decision. I’d been waiting a long time to have that special moment, and no guy I met was ever the right one. But with Calloway, it didn’t just feel right.
It felt perfect.
I knew the first time would hurt. I knew it would be painful. But that wasn’t how it felt. His cock felt just as good as I’d hoped it would. My body struggled to accept him, but he somehow made it work.
And it was the most satisfying experience of my life.
Now I lay in bed with him, the sheets soaked with sex and the air heavy from our heat. He spooned me from behind, his powerful chest pressed against my back and his breathing in sync with mine.
I felt my mind drift away as sleep came for me. But I knew I couldn’t let myself slip away while I was in his bed. My room was down the hall, and it wasn’t a far walk. I slipped from his arms then sat at the edge of the bed. His shirt was on the ground, so I leaned down to pick it up.
“What are you doing?” He sat up, his hair messy and his eyes sleepy.
“I’m going to bed. I’m exhausted.” My body and mind were in desperate need of a good night’s rest. In the morning, we could pick up where we left off. I didn’t even eat dinner that night, but those orgasms were enough to keep me satisfied.
He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back to bed. “You’re sleeping here.” With his powerful arm, he dragged me across the bed and back to where I was lying before.
“It’s really okay. I’m not upset.” When Calloway explained his situation, I completely understood it. Some scars never healed, no matter how much time had passed. I didn’t take his need for solitude as an insult. I knew it wasn’t about me at all.
“I said you’re sleeping here.” He kissed my shoulder and tightened his arm around my stomach.
“But you said—”