Chapter Six: Scott
I’d given her a choice, but her decision was made long before her answer. Just as mine was. I’d had a taste of Peyton, and I wasn’t going back.
Maybe a better man than me would have stopped and taken her home. I never claimed to be that man. All those years, I tried to be good and see her as my sister’s friend and nothing else. It was easier then. Before I’d seen her so beautifully naked. Before I’d had a sample of her. If Peyton was my weakness, then so be it. I wasn’t giving her up now. It was too late.
I didn’t give a fuck about how wrong it was anymore. The woman I craved for years wanted me, and she was a virgin. No little twerp had his dirty hands on her or made her regret giving what she had to him. I was going to be her first, and damn if that didn’t make my cock hard as a rock. Before the night was through, Peyton was going to know who she belonged to. That she was mine.
The woman underneath me was the most beautiful thing I’d seen. Being a Marine meant giving up everything for your country. It meant putting others safety before your own.
Tonight, I wanted to be selfish for once. I needed to have this woman all to myself. There would be no sharing of anything. Peyton was mine, and I planned on claiming every bit of her and signing it with the pleasure she deserved.
She had said yes, even knowing there was no going back from this moment.
I brought my lips back down to her pussy and gave her the attention only I could provide. Hearing her moan only stirred me on. I needed her nice and wet for me, and that meant ensuring she was so wrapped up in coming that she thought of nothing else and no one else.
She tasted better than any fruit, sweet and irresistible. I needed to feel her let go around me. I wanted her first orgasm to be the kind that would make her remember me long after leaving my bed. I aimed to give her something that would make her wet from just thinking my name.
Call it pride. Call it being an arrogant bastard. I wanted to own Peyton the way she’d already owned me.
I sunk one finger into her, more careful this time. She gripped me tightly, and my cock jerked from how responsive she was to me. I added a second finger as she clenched around me.
I needed a release, too, but there was no way I was going get off before her. I wanted to feel her around me as I came inside her, marking her as mine.
Peyton’s fingers ran through my hair, and I knew she was close. Her breathing picked up, and her body tensed under me.
“Let go, Peyton,” I said. “Come for me.”
As if needing my permission to come, she did as I asked. Her moans filled my ears as she broke into pieces before me. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.
Her release flowed around me, and I lapped up every bit of her sweetness. I wasn’t about to let any part of her go to waste.
My cock pressed hard against my pants, making it impossible to ignore it anymore.
I stood up to unbuckle my pants, and Peyton watched me. She stared back at me with those innocent doe eyes that waited for my next move.
When I finally had them off, my cock sprang up from the constraint it had been under ever since she was in my lap as I fed her. I pulled out a condom from the nightstand before crawling back to her. As much as I wanted to take her bare, I wasn’t about to take a chance. She was mine, which meant that I was going to do everything to make her comfortable and keep her safe.
“Do you trust me, Peyton?” I pulled her body close to mine.
She nodded, eyes still filled with longing.
“Good because the last thing I’d do is hurt you,” I said. “At least, not until you wanted me to do it.”
Her eyes widened before I claimed her mouth. I hoped she tasted herself on my lips and realized how good she was as I kissed her. I wanted her to know just how irresistible her sweetness could be.
I found her clit and stroked until I could see the pleasure building back inside of her. As much as I wanted to take her nice and fast, I had to restrain myself. She needed to know there was good in fast and slow. I’d save fast and hard for another night because there would be another.
I pulled away before she could come. It didn’t take long for me to get the condom on and part her legs for me. My fingers found that sensitive nub again to finish what I started.
She was nice and wet as I lined up with her opening. I hoped I could last long enough for her to see how much I craved her.
Slowly, I pushed into her. The head of me slipped through, and she gasped.
“Are you okay, beautiful?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Don’t stop. Please.”
I couldn’t argue with her and did as she asked. Inch by inch, I sunk into her.
“Fuck, you’re so tight for me,” I said. Her body was made for me, and it didn’t take long for me to push through and bottom out.
I didn’t move so she could adjust to my size. It was hard to concentrate with her gripping my cock so tight.
“Watch me, Peyton,” I demanded. “I want to see your face as you take me.”
She opened those big eyes and stared up at me.
That’s when I moved, and the feel of her nearly made me lose all the restraint I had left. Each slow pull back only made me want to sink back in deeper and faster than before, but I would never do anything she didn’t want.
We found a rhythm together as one, moving to a tune all our own. Peyton’s moans only stirred me on to a steadier pace. I took her mouth again, this time nipping at her and nibbling her.
I’d never felt so alive and aware of everything than when I was with Peyton. I was close to coming and hated that I couldn’t stay inside her forever.
“Come with, baby,” I said.
Peyton was right there with me as I came hard, letting go deep inside of her. Her pussy gripped me even tighter as she found her own release.
I held her, not wanting to leave her yet. I felt at home, and there was no other place I wanted to be than right in that moment with her. I melded my mouth to hers, reminding her she was mine.
I finally pulled back, tossed the condom in the trash, and covered us up with the comforter.
She was the sweetest thing I’d ever had. I didn’t deserve her, but l accepted my selfish possession of her.
“Scott,” she said, closing her eyes with a satisfied smile on her face, “what happens now?”
“I’ll take care of you, Peyton,” I said. “I’ll always take care of you. That’s all that matters.”
I wasn’t sure if she heard me as she fell asleep in my arms, but one thing was certain: I’d be there to remind her when she woke up and every day after that.