Marius

Gretchen’s lips were pillow plump.

Her tongue was hot, silky, and flicked like a knife.

Her smile teased around my cock.

And every muscle in my body seared with rage for being so stupid to pull my length out of the temptress’s mouth.

But what waited for me was much sweeter.

Slowly…so damned slowly…Gretchen stripped, revealing more than her timid smirk. She flashed a bit of skin with a giggle. Her skirt first, deliberate and wicked. Her sculpted curves peeked from beneath the cotton, a blend of dark, silken perfection.

Christ, she was a little thing. All legs, smiles, and secrets. My hands practically gripped her entire waist, my cock hardly fit inside her. I could even cup her breasts in my hand. Tiny handfuls of pure delight.

She wasn’t the sort of woman I’d ever expected to find in my bed—then again, never thought I’d find a woman like Gretchen. Never thought I’d hold her, kiss her, watch as she unfastened her jeans to shimmy out of the denim.

Why did this woman even bother wearing panties? Waste of time when I’d rip them off anyway.

I shifted, nearly leaping off the bed to grab her.

Except…

No fucking leg.

Without the prosthetic, I was stuck on the mattress. Watching her. Wanting her. Salivating for a chance to taste her.

Fuck, I’d tear the damn mattress in half if she kept teasing me. And she knew it. Giggled as she wiggled just outside my arm’s reach. Safe for now, despite my urge to utterly ravish her.

She held my stare, fixated but humble. Already submitting to the pleasures I’d offer her in that utter surrender. I knew the real reason she’d come to me in the middle of the night, and it wasn’t to offer a container of God’s rejected aphrodisiacs.

Gretchen had come to me, all alone and vulnerable, because she’d wanted to get fucked.

She’d needed me. Ached to feel me inside of her, pounding away every last worry.

Didn’t matter that she wasn’t pregnant yet. I had a hard cock. She offered her soft, fertile body. Nature would take its course. In the meantime, we’d take our time. Learn everything there was to know about each other’s bodies.

“Beautiful…” My words breathed into a growl. “Fucking beautiful.”

Gretchen smirked, but she didn’t know what to do with her arms. I liked that. Not brave enough to pin them at her sides, letting me feast on her curves. She played coy, one hand over her breasts, other teasing her puffy mound.

Newly bare.

“Did you do that for me?” I asked.

“Like it?”

My cock twitched. “Naughty girl.”

“It felt sexy…” She bit her lip. “Something to please you.”

Oh, dangerous girl.

Gretchen allowed me to peek, feigning a bit of bravery as she stood naked and trembling before me. Sure, she could battle with me when the clothes were on, but once the lights dimmed, cocks hardened, and little pussies slickened? She went quiet. Solemn and wide-eyed.

I’d taken her virginity, but the innocence had remained. Eager for me. Desperate for pleasure.

And yet still timid when a man demanded her submission.

What the hell did this woman do to me?

I tugged her close. I needed to taste her. Had to hear her groan. Wanted to make her writhe and squirm and dissolve into that utter surrender.

But the damn leg…

Fuck it. I didn’t need it. I laid on my back, guiding her along my body. Gretchen squealed as I forced her hips up, up, up until she straddled my face and exposed every last fold to me.

Christ, she was beautiful.

That dark skin, now bare and silken, wetted for me. Trembling for any sort of touch, kiss, thrust I could offer. I rewarded that excitement by lowering her hips onto my mouth, surrounding myself in her scent, delicious cream, and sensitive petals.

Nothing better in this world.

I devoured her with terrible, vulgar slurping.

She squealed, gripping the headboard and nearly crunching in two as my first lick drove into her slit, spreading wide the sensitive folds to reveal a peek of her pink core.

“Oh my God.” Gretchen’s breathy moan ached through me. “I’ve never…”

“First time for everything.” I grinned, seizing her shamed whimper. “I love that I’m the man who got the first taste.”

Gretchen ground against my face. Did she mean to do that or could she not help surrendering to the instinct?

Her whisper turned shiver. “First…last…only if you keep that up.”

My cock hardened.

Hadn’t thought about that before. Hadn’t thought about anything beyond taking this woman, slamming her in bed, and making her mine.

What about forever?

Before I lost my leg, I’d never worried about what would happen tomorrow. But a forever with Gretchen in my bed, moaning my name, offering everything to me? Legs spread, eyes wide, clutching at me, the bed, her own body as I delivered her every threatened pleasure?

That forever wouldn’t last long enough.

I’d drown in her wetness just for a taste of that eternity.

“This is so…” She moaned. “Naughty.”

I murmured over her clit. “It’s perfect.”

She’d exposed her most secret area for me. I gripped her by the wrist and forced her arms to her sides. Captured in my grasp. Trapped on my own lips. Begging for another flick of my tongue.

I took my time, savoring that delicious darkness. She twisted but couldn’t escape. Hid her eyes but couldn’t conceal the pussy I suckled. I offered her no escape from my relentless torture.

And she surrendered.

Gretchen straightened, arched back, and offered every last inch of her body.

I spoke with my mouth full, but she wouldn’t complain. “Tell me what you want.”

The intel wasn’t just to get me off. I was dying to know. What was she thinking? What desires pounded in her heart? Did she need it hard, fast, deep?

Gretchen bit her lip to suppress her groan. “I…”

That wasn’t good enough for me. I nipped her clit, drawing a gasp. “Tell me what you want. How it feels.”

I suckled harder. Her voice rose. So did her hips. Trying to run away?

Not if I could help it.

I forced her upon my lips once more, twisting my tongue like a corkscrew to face-fuck the defiance from that perfect pussy.

I wouldn’t tolerate that shyness. “Tell me what I’m doing to you.”

The command was simple. I was eating her out. Licking her pussy. Sucking her clit.

Gretchen whimpered. “You’re tormenting me.”

“Tormenting?” I’d planned a dozen terrible, disgusting things to do to her, and none of it was torment. “You want me to stop?”

She shook her head. I pulled away from her petals as a punishment, but the inch of separation only ruined me. I licked my lips, a junkie addicted to her taste.

“Please don’t stop,” she whispered.

“Then look at me.”

She shook her head.

“Watch me.” I grinned. “Watch me tongue your slit. Watch how I make you come.”

Gretchen dared to look down. Her eyes widened, her gaze meeting mine with a curious, virginal modesty. “This is so bad.”

“Then why does it taste so good?”

She shivered. “You have no idea how good that feels.”

“So tell me.”

“Do you need that much self-validation?”

“Everyone likes a job well-done.”

“You’re so cocky.”

“If you don’t like it, you’re free to hop off.”

Gretchen shimmied her lips, bumping my tongue. “I’d only hop off only to hop on again.”

That’s what I liked to hear. I rewarded her honesty with the broad lick. Her heat welcomed me, and I lost myself in her cream. Her clit throbbed on my lips. Ached. I popped my mouth over it and suckled as Gretchen ground harder against my face.

“Tell me you love when I lick this slit,” I ordered. “I’ll know if you’re lying.”

“I think you know everything about me.”

Not yet, but I would have it all soon. Every secret, every fear, every pleasure.

What she never had, what she’d missed, what she’d needed.

And I’d be the one to give it to her.

Fuck. What the hell was happening to me?

“Take me? Please?” Gretchen tossed her head back, gasping my name. “Never knew I could need it this bad…”

I did. I could taste it. Feel her heat.

“I want your cock….” Her words weakened, driven to silence by my tongue. “I want your seed. I want you to take me. I want you to…”

Give her a baby.

I felt it too. That urge. Every nerve in my body screamed with it pleasured anguish. My cock hardened until I thought it would split. The only comfort, the only relief I’d ever find, would be buried nine inches deep, fucking and ravaging and coming until I’d marked her softness as mine.

This wasn’t a game anymore. It wasn’t flirty. It wasn’t fun. A primal, soul-splitting need awoke a demon inside me, demanding that I destroy the angel in my arms. She offered me the most precious gift in the world…

And I wanted to impale her. Mount her. Dominate her.

Defend her. Comfort her. Warm her.

Take her as mine.

She came for me, her body quaking and pussy heating with a flood of delicious cream. I clutched her wrists, binding her to me, letting her slump as wave after wave of pleasure crippled her against my tongue.

She bit her lip to hide the groan, but I’d have her scream for me anyway. The house was full, but we were adults. We knew what happened when a woman came to a man’s bed, desperate, aching, and begging for cum.

I caught her as she collapsed, the world ending for her as her body shivered and cracked with the sizzle of desire. Didn’t matter. I’d be the one to rebuild it for her, piece by piece, thrust by thrust.

I helped her to the bed, cradling her on the mattress beside me. My cock throbbed. The monster wouldn’t grant her a moment to rest. Not now. Not when my heart would stop and head explode if I didn’t seek that perfect sanctuary inside of her.

I rolled onto my side, bad leg on top. She surrendered immediately, beyond any comprehension save for my touch, kiss, voice. Her body trembled, perfect ass pressed hard into my hips. I angled my cock to her slit.

“Marius…”

Her words fell away as I pushed into her.

The world went with it.

Every insecurity. Every frustration. Every pain. Gone.

In that moment, that precious, aching moment when I’d pushed every inch of me into her waiting tightness, I’d thought I’d lost all control.

Instead…I found it.

Confidence and strength, energy and happiness.

I buried to the hilt in this woman, but she was too far away. I wrapped my arms over her, bringing her close. Gretchen sighed, subdued and aching. She twisted to accept my kiss, the only way to muffle her endless whimpering.

I’d never felt a pleasure so intense before. Every push into her blinded me with a fading brightness. I had no fucking idea what was right or wrong, up or down, real or make-believe. All that mattered was that I’d found this woman, that I had taken this woman, and that our pleasure was only just beginning.

“Sweetness…” My turn to be struck speechless. Rendered fucking dumb in her presence, her body. The beautiful, aching girl pushed against my cock to take more of everything I’d offered. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

Her kiss was sudden. Desperate. She whimpered, again and again, her voice hoarse and breath lost.

“Take me, Marius. Make me yours.”

I gripped her close, increasing my pace, ramming my cock as deeply as I could thrust just to torture myself as I nearly pull it from her heat. She arched. Offering me her body. Her curves.

Her tummy.

My hand tickled low, pressing hard just under her navel—over her womb.

One day, she would swell with my child.

One day, she would give me so much more than I could give her.

But I would do everything in my power to prove how fucking grateful I was for that sacrifice.

That gift.

How could she trust me with such conviction…

When I didn’t even trust myself?

Gretchen groaned. “Please…please…harder.”

I smirked. It was the first time she’d asked me for more. The little virgin had turned curious. Testing her body. Her pleasures.

So, I delivered. I fucked her. Slammed her. Pounded her. Lifted her leg so I could take her deeper, so she’d feel how hard my balls slapped against her slick pussy.

The pleasure nearly shattered my sanity.

Confidence strengthened me, a surge of power I’d feared lost with my leg until this instant—until I held her down, entered her, and gave her my heart.

Gretchen sunk into my arms, her body obeying my every command. She begged for me. Whimpered for me. Crashed in pleasure for me.

All that remained was the final conquest.

I’d fill her and surrender my own soul.

Together, we’d make a baby.

A family.

“Never thought I’d like this…” Gretchen whispered words I wasn’t supposed to hear. “Why did I fight you so hard? All I needed…”

The delirious pleasure seized me too. “Never want to be inside anyone else.”

“So full…so good…”

“You belong to me. Every inch of you.”

Gretchen stared at me though I had no idea what she saw. Me. A man.

A future?

“I’m yours, Marius.”

And I had no idea how I’d gotten so lucky. My cock hardened. “I gotta claim you, sweetness…”

“Yes.”

“Gotta come deep in you…”

“God, yes.”

What man could resist?

I arched, gripping her hips to bring her down upon me. I spread her legs and teased her clit with a quick flick of my finger. The sensations crippled her. She nearly sobbed, begging for everything I could give her, everything that should have frightened us.

I couldn’t get deep enough inside her. My hips flexed, and I rammed my cock into her core. A furious thrust to ensure she knew how hard she’d been filled, dominated, and pinned.

No matter the words, the fucking, the arrogance, I’d lied to her. Lied to myself. I thought I’d taken her, but she completely owned me. And in that moment, nothing would’ve torn us apart. My silent prayer ached in my chest. Somehow, someway, I’d extend that heartbeat to a lifetime.

I bit her neck. She groaned, slamming into me, somewhere between my arms and oblivion. Every noise she made, every cooing whimper begged and pleaded for a release, a chance to breathe, an eternity of fucking.

Her body tensed. A crushing wave of tightness squeezed my cock. She clutched at me, digging her fingernails into my arms, like she depended on me to save her from the onslaught of my own thrusts.

Nothing could save us now.

The tension built. My muscles ached, tore apart, and sizzled together. I held her still, burying myself deep in her. The desire burst from a dark part of me, conquered by that monstrous, insatiable need. She came for me, a beautiful, quaking ecstasy that ripped her from this world and embedded her solidly within mine.

I lost myself in her tightness. Every undulating wave. Every shutter. The threat of insanity prickled my mind. No choice left but absolute surrender. Only Gretchen could save me from my own merciless animal instinct. Protecting herself. Protecting me.

I jetted inside her.

Once. Twice. Three times.

And then I lost count.

I died and came back to life in her tightness. The intolerable pleasure ripped at my soul, and an endless torrent of seed flooded her core.

I came until my body bent with exhaustion. Filling her. Utterly destroying her with my heat.

She didn’t fight me, just welcomed every last ounce that burned her from the inside out. And when it was done, when I could breathe, think, and comprehend how monstrous I’d acted with the most precious woman in this world…

She came again.

Her pussy clenched in a gentle, soft pressure, just enough to melt her in my arms. She snuggled against me, but I held her still, preventing those hips from moving.

From losing this chance.

I stayed tucked inside of her, hard and aching, ensuring my seed took root.

A minute passed. Then another. Gretchen stirred, her every movement torturing my hard cock.

“Is it okay if I stay here tonight?” she asked.

I’d hoped she’d whisper a greater confession, but even I couldn’t imagine those perfect words.

I held her tighter. “Wasn’t gonna let you go.”

She nodded. Too quiet. But that was good. I had no idea what I would say. This didn’t feel like a simple arrangement for a baby anymore. This…was how it should have been. How life was supposed to be.

For the first time since I’d lost my leg, I finally started to heal.