Ps... You're Mine(12)

I lean down, latching on to her nipple and biting it gently as I thrust harder into her. Her snug channel grips me tightly, and I’m seconds from cumming.

Reaching between us, I find her clit and give it a few sweet touches before she’s pulsing on my cock and letting out another orgasm, this one made more powerful by our connection, and she clings to me as she cums.

I feel her nails dig into my arms, and my cock throbs as I cum inside her. My balls draw up and empty everything into her, not leaving a single space inside her where I haven’t been.

When we both come down from our peaks, I hold myself up on my elbows and look down at her. We’re both sporting big goofy grins, and my heart is about to burst, it’s so full of love.

She’s absolutely flawless, and goddamn, I’m a lucky bastard.





Chapter Ten





Katie




I wake to a deliciously sore feeling all over my body. I can’t believe how many times we made love yesterday. Neither of us were able to get enough of each other. It was more perfect than anything I could have imagined.

Rolling to my side, I reach for him but come up empty-handed. I quickly sit up as a shiver of panic shoots through me. Was it all a dream? The sweet ache between my legs reminds me that it wasn’t. As do his clothes, which litter the bedroom floor, a sight I’d never thought I’d see in my life.

Moments later, he’s standing in the bedroom doorway, almost completely naked except for a pair for boxer briefs that hug his thighs like a second skin. Jesus, the man really is big and hard all over. His pictures did not do his size justice.

“I guess you get to eat first.” My eyes shoot to his, and that’s when I see he has a tray in his hand and a smirk on his face from catching me ogling his body.

“We can eat together.” I sit up straight, putting my back to the headboard, leaving my breasts on full display. Now he’s the one doing the ogling. His eyes devour me hungrily.

It’s crazy how I went from shy to openly baiting him with my body, but he does that to me. I learned through the night that this man is utterly obsessed with my body and me. One time he even made me lie on the bed while he stroked himself to release as he gazed at me.

He said he’d masturbated so many times to my pictures that he had to try it with me really being there. I didn’t know watching a man pleasure himself could be so intoxicating.

“I wanted to wake you by eating your pussy for breakfast, then feed you.” A cocky grin spreads across his face, then he licks his lips like he’s tasting me there.

My pussy clenches at the thought of him waking me with his mouth. How did I live without him?

He makes his way over to me and sets the tray on the bed.

“I tried to cook and failed.” He adopts a little pout like he’s upset he couldn’t do what he wanted to. I didn’t think Marines could pout, but his is adorably sexy.

I look down at the tray and see a mix of pastries that I’d made yesterday piled onto a plate.

“I’ll clean up the kitchen. It looks like a bomb went off in there,” he says hoarsely, making me burst out laughing. He destroyed the kitchen and has no food to show for it.

“It’s clear you’re going to be the one doing all the cooking for us.”

I like the sound of that. I think it’s endearing that he’s terrible at something and he needs me to take care of him. It’s a sweet warm feeling to feel needed.

“You know I love cooking and baking for you,” I admit. He drops onto the bed and reaches for me, pulling me into his arms easily. The way he moves me around so effortlessly probably turns me on more than it should, but I love it. He makes me feel small and womanly when I’m next to him.

“I can’t wait to eat your breakfast every morning and your dinner every night. I’ve got to be the luckiest bastard in the world. You should have seen how jealous other guys would get when I got a package from you. I never shared. No fucking way was I sharing my woman’s baked goods.”

The way he says it implies he’s staying here indefinitely, and also that my baked good are sex goods.

“You going to stay for a while?” I run my fingers through his chest hair, not looking at his face as I try to pretend the question is light. It’s not. We said a lot of I love yous and talked about how we wanted to be together last night, but we didn’t talk about today and how’d we make all that happen.

“Nothing is getting me out of here.” His hand comes to my face and he tilts it to make me look up at him. “Unless you want a bigger place. We can look into something else. I don’t care where I am as long as I’m with you.”

A giant smile breaks across my face. I just want to be with him, too. I love that he didn’t even ask if he could stay here. He just is and that’s that.