CHAPTER NINETEEN
“Goddamn,” I moan. When Skye first moved in, I picked up this little purple toy. The size of it isn’t even half of my girth, but a tiny girl like this needs a little warming up.
And I wasn’t planning on letting her run away without giving me this. She said she wanted to learn all the ways to please me. Hell, maybe she didn’t. In this moment, I don’t give a shit. I push the toy further inside of her, and she whimpers. The wetness from her pussy is drenching my hands, and I can still feel her hot, tight warmth on my cock. I’m hard as fucking steel, and I want to fuck her, want to feel her sweet, tight hole wrapping around me, smooth and perfect.
“Oh my God—it feels good,” she whispers. I can see goosebumps forming on her skin, just as they did the first time I fucked her. “Put it all the way in.” There’s a desperate, searching need to her voice, and I’m happy to indulge it.
As I push the toy in with one hand, I stroke myself with the other. The lube and the wetness from her pussy cover my hand, slippery and inviting. But I’m slow. I take my time, filling her ass inch by inch with the toy until she’s moaning and writhing uncontrollably against my hand.
“Oh my God. I didn’t think this would feel so good,” Skye says. I almost detect a note of embarrassment, a hint of shame. But she wants what I have to give her so badly that she’s beyond that now. She didn’t know I was serious when I told her she belonged to me. While we’re still married, I own her—pussy, mouth, ass. She’s my toy, my doll. For all the fighting I’ve been doing, I need some relief. And she’s exactly what I need.
“You didn’t know you’d want it so much, did you?” I press the toy in the rest of the way and let it rest against the entrance to her tight little hole. She squirms, bucking against me, and I move so I’m encircling her waist with one arm. “You didn’t know you could want something like this at all.” It’s a statement, one that I know is true. The guy she was with before wasn’t even man enough to get her into bed, let alone show her the pleasure she was truly capable of experiencing.
“No, I didn’t. I didn’t know—” She wiggles against me again, and I let my fingers trace over the muscles of her abdomen, down to the thatch between her legs. My fingers slip inside, circling her clit, dipping in her pussy. I find the ridged spot inside and tap it. The moans rise from her throat—lusty, throaty, forbidden. I have her filled in both holes, but she’s not as full as she’s going to be. I chuckle softly, biting the flesh of her neck as I work my fingers inside of her. She’s lost now, completely at my mercy. I could ask anything of her, and she’d do it.
“You like being all filled up, don’t you? Think you’ll like it when my cock is buried inside you?”
“Yeah,” she whimpers. “I will. Oh God. I will. Please—I want it now.”
My cock is pulsing, aching and hard with need. I gently remove the toy, and run my fingers over my shaft and the head of my cock, putting more lube on as I stroke myself. I want her body to accommodate my size, to stretch and fit me. And I need her not to tell me to stop—in this moment, I need to possess her fully, to hear her call my name as I fuck her, as I take her purity for a second time.
“Liam,” she says. She feels me stroking myself hard against the back of her thigh, feels the lubricant as I push the head of my cock against her hole. “I need it. Please. Oh—”
“Anything you want, my little librarian,” I say.
I start pushing the head of my cock inside her virginal hole, and she shudders against me, tensing like she’s preparing for pain.
“Relax, little one,” I say. I brush the hair away from the back of her neck and kiss her there. “I won’t hurt you. Relax every muscle in your body, and give yourself to me. I’m bigger than that tiny little toy, but I’m going to make sure you feel so good.” I kiss her again, nipping her with my teeth. “So good. Do you believe me?”
“I do,” she says, without hesitation. “But it’s difficult to relax.” She looks over her shoulder, a worried look in her eyes.
“Put your hand between your legs. Touch yourself. It’ll help you focus on something else.”
She gulps, but she does what I say, bringing her slender fingers to her pussy. She finds her clit and opens her legs slightly, circling it, moaning as she plays with herself. Her orgasm seems to be a hair’s breadth away, her body giving itself over to the pleasure.
As she throws her head back, I press into her again, this time slipping the girth of my head inside her. She gasps, but she furiously rubs her clit, moaning louder as I grunt and push myself further inside. I want to unleash myself, to fuck her hard and fast, coming inside of her. It would come quick, that release. But instead, I concentrate on sliding in one centimeter at a time, letting her feel my entire length.
She shudders against me, and her hand comes to my forearm. She looks over her shoulder, eyes meeting mine. She looks like a different person, pupils slightly dilated with lust, eyes hooded and heavy. For a moment, I think she might speak, but instead, she makes a desperate, searching sound and pushes back against me, taking me in farther.
I let out a long groan. Unable to resist any longer, I push myself in the entire way, filling her ass to the hilt. “That’s so good, baby,” I whisper. “You’re doing so good. You feel so amazing. So hot, so tight.”
I pull back and thrust inside of her again, moaning as I do.
“That’s so good,” she says. Her voice dissolves into a series of rasps and sighs, and she grabs my arm, as if trying to bring me closer into her body. I respond in kind, pushing into her again and again.
“I want you to come for me while I’m inside you, baby,” I say.
For a second, I think she hasn’t heard me. But Skye’s hand returns to her pussy. Her fingers flick over her clit, bringing her to that edge of orgasm again. The way her body tenses and releases, as if preparing, signals me that she’s close. She’s been on the edge now since I started fucking her, and she’s so close.
“That’s a good girl,” I mutter. Skye’s body seems to be of one flesh with mine, responding to me fully as I fall into a rhythm. “A good little bad girl.”
She laughs at that even as she brings herself closer to the edge. I’m fucking her hard now, unleashing all of my fears and insecurities, letting them fall away as I fill her. She tenses, body stiffening. From deep within her comes a long, sweet moan, and her hips begin to buck against mine. My balls grow tight, the tingling warmth starting deep within my body. In one white-hot flash of lightning, I unleash, coming hard and deep inside of her.
I pull her body into mine, kissing her neck, holding her arms. Our bodies pulse together, and we both sigh and crumple together in exhaustion. We stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, experiencing the warmth of our bodies together, for a long time. Most of the women I’ve been with seem to have a need to fill the silence, pressing on and on about what I might be thinking, or if I can see them again, or when might be a good time to get together for dinner. Skye’s not like that, and she never was. Instead, she and I lie together in what I think they call a comfortable silence. I haven’t had that—maybe ever.
As my eyes begin to close, she finally speaks. “It’s a week until the preliminary hearing,” she mutters. “You need me to be there?”
That’s the next step. The thing we’ve been dreading. After today, with the people from CPS, it might be even worse than we thought. But we won’t know until we get there, until it’s clear how Marta’s got on us. Nothing she’s ever had has felt damning before, but I’ve been fooled so many times. This is why I have Skye. She represents stability for the judge. And maybe, more than that, there’s finally someone really and truly on my team. My mother and brothers have always been a part of this, too. But Skye is invested in a way I can’t quite fully define. Being next to her here, I can feel it. Her brain, calculating. The thoughts inside her mind, exploring the ways we can win.
If it were up to me, we’d stay in this bed and fuck forever. We’d skip the hearings, and Brie would magically come to live with us, without the effort and stress of going before a judge. But things like that don’t happen, especially not to men like me.
“Yeah, I need you. The judge will want see that we’re able to provide a good environment here for Brie,” I say.
“I hope the CPS people don’t report about the food we were eating,” she murmurs, finally turning to face me. “It wasn’t great.”
“They’ve seen shit that’s about a thousand times worse than a few scoops of ice cream and some M&Ms. I don’t ever see that kid. Do they think I’m going to make her a salad?”
She laughs and shakes her head. “I hope not. Salad sucks. I think there should be a ban on it, especially for movie night.”
“Agreed,” I say. I stroke Skye’s hair as I speak. “I don’t know. Marta likes to play like she doesn’t have a dime of money, but she pulls from her family trust for this type of thing. She gets these people who used to know her family, or people who just like money. And she pays them to fabricate shit for her. PIs watching me at the bar, and now these women from CPS coming on their day off. She’s about as smooth as a hunk of granite. But that doesn’t mean her tactics won’t work. She’ll have those women reporting we had some wild party, or a bunch of drugs hidden under the kitchen sink.”
Skye sighs heavily, like she’s taken on too much weight. In a way, she has. There’s nothing good about her being involved in this—not for her. The benefit goes to me. At least I can keep her in bed, relieving her stress with me. That’s maybe the only thing I can do.
“Well, I’ll be there with you. I’ll tell them it’s not true. They can’t really make that shit up, can they?” Her voice sounds small and fragile.
“I don’t know. I haven’t dealt with CPS before. They both looked dumber than two sacks of hair, so they might not be the ace in the hole Marta thinks they are.”
“We can only pray that they’re not,” Skye says. “That’s all we have—that hope.”
The next days will spread before us with deep anxiety and worry, but we’ll get through them. I’m realizing more and more how indispensable this woman is. There may be nothing to be done about Marta and her plans—but Skye keeps me strong and steady.
And perhaps she’s the missing piece I needed all along.
I can only wonder if she knows how very important she really is.