“Look at me,” I growl and our eyes meet.
I hold out my hand, palm up, and lean over slowly to spit in it. She watches me with wide eyes, and I know she’s wondering what I’m going to do next.
I reach down and start stroking my cock, lubing it up with my spit and pre-cum. “You ran away from me tonight, Cherry. After I marked you, you ran away, came home, and showered me off you. Didn’t you?”
She nods while watching me rub my cock. I can see her pussy getting wetter through her panties and her wetness starts to coat her thighs. All for me.
“You were in such a hurry to get my cum off you. You must not have realized I put it there for a reason.” I glare at her and I can nearly see her heart beating out of her chest. “I put my cum on you, because you’re mine and I want everyone to know that, including you. That’s why. Now you’re going to lie here and let me do it again. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, Carter,” she moans feverishly. “Please, I want it back.”
I pump my cock a few more times and watch as her breathing speeds up and she licks her lips. Between seeing that sweet tongue and her asking for my cum, it does it for me. My balls draw up and I start to cum. Thick streams of it splash across her soft belly and panties. My release is hard and I shout her name at the force of it. I work my cock hard, getting the last of my cum out, marking as much of her as I can before I move.
I look down at her body and see the mess I’ve made. I smile. This is how she’s going to stay—covered in my cum. A primal part of me feels more satisfied than ever as I see the woman I love covered in me.
“Move to the middle of bed, Cherry. I want to taste that untouched pussy before I have it.” She starts to sit up and I stop her. “And don’t you even think about touching that cum I just put on you. If I don’t want it there, I’ll make you lick it up.”
“Carter…” she starts to speak but I talk over her.
“No conversation is necessary right now. My dick hasn’t gone down since the second I saw you tonight. I don’t know how many times it’s going to take before it’s satisfied, but you’re going to lay back and take it all until I’m empty.”
She nods her head and moves to the middle of the bed. She may have said she hated how bossy I was, but we both know she loves it but I want more, I want to hear her say it. I need it.
“You want this, don’t you, Layla? You want me to make you mine, don’t you? To be the first and last man to ever possess your body? If you don’t, I’ll walk out that door and you’ll never have to see me again.” I’m not totally sure what I’m saying is true, if I could really walk away from her. It would be like ripping my heart out. I would have to find another way to have her. Maybe she needs all that cards and hearts bullshit. But if that’s what she needs, I’ll do it. I have no shame when it comes to her. I’ll do whatever it takes, even if it means getting on my knees and groveling. “I want this, Carter. I always have and I think you know that.”
Releasing the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding, I grab the edge of the blankets as she moves and I pull them completely off the bed. It’s just her mattress and a fitted sheet, with nothing to allow her to hide from me. She looks around as if she’s just realized this. “You don’t need anything but me on that bed, Cherry. You get cold tonight, I’ll be the thing to cover you up. You need something to lay your head on, that’s me too. You don’t fucking need anything I can’t give you. And I don’t want to be sleeping next to you tonight thinking about how much I hate that fucking pillow for holding my girl’s head when that’s my job.”
I crawl onto the bed and cage her body with mine. “Your pillow and blankets had their turn. I take care of your body now.”
I lean down and kiss her lips aggressively. I’ve been deprived of her mouth for too long. I can’t go slow. Not yet. I need to devour her right now. I lick her tongue and she starts to kiss me back. Her desire takes over and she matches my speed. The passion and possession I feel is being channeled into this kiss. I feel like I need to kiss her so thoroughly that when I’m gone she’ll still feel it.
Suddenly, I feel her small hand come up to my chest and start rubbing across my smooth pecs. My heart starts pounding. I shave everything. My head, my chest, everywhere. I never wanted anything to come between her touch and my skin. Her fingertips gently touch my nipple and it feels like an electric shock. She moves her hand to the cherry tattoo and covers it. She holds it there while I kiss her, and I know she probably feels my heartbeat through my chest.