Boone
So much hinges on the answer she gives me now.
No more misunderstandings. No more lies.
Fuck everyone else. She’s mine.
She has to be in my life.
“Yes.”
That simple word from her isn’t enough.
“Do you want it?”
Grinding my hard cock with only the thin barrier of my sleep pants and her flimsy panties between us, I accentuate my words.
“Can you handle this? Us? Together as a family?”
I’m so done beating around the bush.
Fuck that! I honestly don’t know what I’ll do if she tries to tell me no.
I feel the adrenaline and passion starting to get the better of me and take over. My muscles feel tense and tight.
I may be squeezing her too hard.
“Yes.” Her breathless voice doesn’t hesitate. “Yes, I know what this means to you. It means the same to me. I want this. I want you.”
Her small, soft hands are stroking my face as she talks, and her tone has taken on something firmer. Stern.
It helps settle me. The haze around my vision is turning more white than black.
Smoothing my brow and trailing down my face with feather-light touches. Her thumb skims across my lips before slipping behind my neck to pull my lips to hers.
She opens eagerly with a moan as I try to control the bruising force I’m taking her with.
With her in my arms, I’m determined to show her how I feel.
Fucking raw and definitely primal.
My body wants her and needs to feel that she needs me too.
I’ve talked too much, and it seems sharing with her has brought every feeling to the surface. Her body feels so good against mine. Having her pinned against me satisfies the dominant urges she seems to bring out.
Her panting and needy moans only ratchet up my own heavy breathing and brutal force.
She sucks my tongue eagerly as I grind in small circles between her legs.
Using my thigh to keep her pinned, I lean back slightly, snagging my plaid shirt that she was wearing with both hands and roughly pulling it apart.
She gasps as buttons fly. It makes her pull back, separating our lips.
But we can’t be separated.
My lips take hers again but not before I note that she isn’t wearing a bra.
I’m going to have every part of her—starting now.
If there was anyone between the first time I took her and right now, she’ll forget them. I want to own all of her, including her memories.
Pulling her against me, I hoist her slight frame up.
“Put your legs around me.”
My demanding, deep voice doesn’t seem to bother her.
She immediately wraps her legs around my waist, and I turn to take the few steps to the couch.
Lowering her down, I immediately reached for her panties.
The dominating satisfaction I feel with how wet they feel as I pull them off surprises even me. She brings out a raw, primitive emotion I wasn’t aware I was capable of.
I drop them next to my feet as she languidly leans back on the couch.
Her plaid shirt still has two surviving buttons at the very bottom, holding it closed and keeping me from gazing upon her freely.
That won’t fucking do.
Leaning forward, I snag it on both sides, ripping it open the rest of the way.
It’s toast, anyways. And I’m determined that nothing will be between us.
Giggling at my aggressiveness, she leans forward and reaches out for my hard dick that’s straining against its pants.
I reach forward to pull the shirt quickly down her arms pinning them behind her.
I can’t seem to control myself. I want so much from her.
Slowing down, I pull back to admire her chest and thrust forward as she drops the shirt off her hands. Pulling my sleep pants over my hard cock, she licks her lips teasingly as I drop them to the floor.
My eyes zero in on her lush full lips.
I know what I want. It’s time.
Holding my breath, I watch her in pent up frustration as she slowly leans forward and places both her palms on either side of my hard-throbbing cock. It’s angled up to her mouth like an arrow, as she runs her hands up my chest and leans in to tentatively lick the head.
The heat of her mouth with her warm wet tongue is heavenly. I’m fascinated, watching her as she slowly circles the head with her tongue.
“Oh, Margot…baby…”
My words hitch and break as she flicks her tongue under the head.
“Yes,” she breathes in between licks. “Just tell me if you need something different.”
Her hesitant words are barely discernible as her hand travels down to the base of my cock.
I can’t think. Or breathe.
This is what I’ve been missing for way too long.
Margot naked, licking and sucking my cock.
I can’t even count the number of times I’ve imagined this while jerking off.
“Baby, you can’t do this wrong…”
My words of reassurance seem to fall on deaf ears.
She hesitates again, and I can’t wait any longer.
“Just open, baby.”
Grabbing the base of my cock, I rub its wet head around her smooth lips. Stroking her face with my other hand, she dutifully drops her jaw, and I press it.
Sweet fucking hell.
Her tongue is like silk, and the natural suction in her mouth pulls me in. Never breaking eye contact, I slowly work my hard cock across her tongue.
I’ve never seen anything sexier than Margot’s lush mouth around me.
We are staring at each other passionately as she starts to suck with renewed lust.
When her hands start to play with my balls, lightly stroking and circling, I know I don’t have much more time.
Her eyes convey so much.
Trust and commitment.
“That’s it, baby. I love you sucking my cock.”
She murmurs her agreement by sucking hard, effectively pulling my head into the back of her throat. Reflexively swallowing, I almost blow my load right then.
“This is how you can make up the last five years.”
My voice is harsh and breathless.
I pull from her to make sure she didn’t take my thoughtless words wrong.
“I will.” Her voice is breathless but firm.
Circling the base of my cock, just above my balls with her fingers, she leans in and licks directly up the bottom to underneath my head.
My breath hitches. Fucking hell.
“Any time. Any place. Any way.” Each statement is emphasized by a long slow lick. “I’ll pay because having you makes it all worthwhile.”
Her mouth engulfs me, drawing deep. Her throat works the head of my cock as her words sink in to my needy heart.
As I explode, it’s as if all the joy of having her is too much and is just releasing in ecstasy.
As I come back to myself—finally closing my mouth and looking down—she slowly and carefully pulls off my still mostly hard cock. Her smug, self-satisfied smile is a relief and joy to see.
“You like it?”
Her sassy tone makes me heave out a breathless chuckle.
Dropping to my knees, I take her lips in a ruthless kiss.
“It was unbelievable—and that kiss may not show you exactly how much I liked it.”
Lightly pushing on her chest, I urge her to lean back on the couch. I spread her legs further, pulling her hips so her cunt is on display at the edge of the cushion.
“Maybe this will show you,” I breathe into her folds, never breaking eye contact.
Leaning in more, I swipe a long slow lick to her pussy from the bottom to the top. She wiggles tantalizingly. She’s so wet and slick, I feel my cock stir with renewed interest.
But this is about her.
Her eyes are already at half-mast, as she watches me spread her further with my thumbs and start languidly trailing my tongue around her cunt. She’s so juicy as I tease her, sometimes spelling out the alphabet, but purposely avoiding her clit.
It’s torturing me as much as her.
Finally plunging my tongue inside her, I feel her tight muscles squeeze me aggressively.
She’s ready.
Reaching up with one hand, I start massaging her tits and I pluck one nipple and then the other as she moans and begins to beg.
She’s starting to wiggle more under me, so I pin her to the couch with my arm and use my other hand to circle her opening with two fingers. Getting serious, I zone in on her clit, circling it aggressively with my tongue before applying suction.
Breaking the seal with my fingers. I feel her pussy clamp down as I work them slowly in a few inches.
She’s so damn tight!
“Oh Boone…yes, just like that. Please.”
Her voice is high and whispered.
Trapping her clit under my tongue, I flick it aggressively while seating my fingers inside her. Arching hard, her muscles tighten as she comes.
Watching her come undone has made me hard all over again.
Her juicy cunt drips down on my hand, coating my fingers. Spending a few moments, I leisurely lick her while working my fingers out.
Her eyes are closed, and sweat beads her forehead. She looks relaxed and sexy. When her eyes pop open, she smiles at me. And there’s something in that smile…
It tells me this isn’t over yet.