Owen
She’s with me and all seems right in the world.
She’s mine at last and I will never fucking let her go.
Having Molly in my arms feels fucking perfect. It’s like everything I never knew I wanted. But she still hasn’t forgiven me.
Not that I can blame her. I fucked up royally, and she’d be perfectly within her rights to kick me to the curb right now.
But I fucking hope like hell that she won’t.
“Molly,” I say, cupping her cheek in my palm and tilting her face up to mine. “Can you forgive me?”
She stares at me for a long time, and I can see the fear in her eyes. Fear that I helped up there.
“I know it’s asking a lot,” I continue. “But please. If you just give me a chance, I’ll spend every fucking day for the rest of my life proving to you that I really do love you. None of what happened between us was a lie. Of that you can be certain.”
The rest of my life. Those words hit me hard. But I know they’re true. There’s not another woman that could do to me what Molly does. She’s it. I know it now. I feel it with everything that’s in me.
“Owen, it felt so real. All of it. I just can’t believe that you tried to deceive me like that. Everything was built on false pretenses.”
“No.” I shake my head adamantly. “Maybe that’s the reason that brought us together, but nothing—nothing, do you hear me?—about a single second we’ve been together has been false. Every bit of it’s real. Including how much I love you.”
This time she gives me a small smile. “I love you, too.”
All the air rushes out of my lungs in a breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding. Fuck. She loves me. It’s almost impossible to believe.
“So, you’re saying there’s a chance?” I give her teasing smirk.
“I’m scared,” she says again. “But I don’t want to be that person anymore. I want to take a chance. I want to see what’s out there for me.” She pauses. “Or what’s right here.”
That’s all I needed to hear. I’ll spend every day showing her that everything she could ever want is right here. Us. Together.
I stare into her eyes for several heartbeats, then I slowly lower my mouth to hers. She doesn’t resist. In fact, it feels like…surrender.
Within moments, what starts as a slow kiss grows deeper, needier. It’s like we’re both starved for each other. My hand comes up to graze along her side and up over the firm mound of her breast, then I’m sliding the robe off her shoulders.
I kiss along her neck and down her collarbone, reveling in the fact that she’s in my arms.
I’m never going to let her go.
She shrugs out of the robe, and then she’s standing pressed against me, her soft delicately scented skin driving me mad.
In one quick move, I hoist her up against me and she wraps her legs around my waist.
I’m a man on a mission now as I stalk toward her bedroom. We kiss the entire time, not breaking apart. I feel like I can’t get close enough to her.
I spread her out in front of me on her bed, and she lets her knees fall to the side, exposing her beautiful glistening pussy for me to devour with my eyes.
Then I’m devouring it with my mouth. I do feel like a man starved. I eat her out with a fiery passion like I’ve never felt before, wanting to make her feel better than she ever has.
“Oh, fuck, Owen. Oh my God,” she pants as she writhes and convulses under my attention.
I slide two fingers inside her hot, tight pussy, and her slick walls clamp down on me. I tease her G-spot while I suck her swollen clit into my mouth, and then she’s coming apart underneath me.
Cum squirts out, drenching my face and my hand, and holy fuck is that sexy as hell. My cock is throbbing painfully, desperate to be inside her once again. Right where I fucking belong.
“Fuck me, Owen, please.” She’s begging, and I fucking love it.
“I think I can get down with that,” I tease.
Then I’m climbing up and hovering over her, staring into her eyes as my cock teases her cum-coated slit.
I wait, drawing the moment out as I brace myself above her. “I love you, Molly,” I say, more earnestly than I’ve ever said anything in my life.
And I fucking mean it.
As I slide into her soft, silky wetness, I keep my gaze locked with hers. This is different, more intimate than anything I’ve ever experienced, and I don’t want to miss a fucking second of the expressions that flit across her gorgeous face while I make love to her.
Yeah, that’s fucking right. I mean, I’m going to fuck her, make no mistake about that. But this is so much more than just a fuck.
Molly’s made a new man out of me. And I don’t ever fucking want to be the same old guy again. I want a life with her. Starting right fucking now.
“You’re it for me, Molly,” I say as I take her with long, slow thrusts.
Her eyes widen, and her breath comes faster.
“I don’t know what all that entails, but I know every word is fucking true,” I whisper as I lower my forehead to hers, loving how it feels to be this close to someone in every way.
Who the fuck knew, right?
“Only on one condition,” she says, a smile curving her lips.
I pump into her harder, unable to take it slow anymore, even as I’m desperate to hear this ‘condition.’
“What’s that?” I bite out, my breath coming faster as her pussy squeezes and contracts around my cock.
“That you promise to fuck me every single day and make me cum my brains out.”
I laugh, then give her a hard kiss on the lips.
“That’s one fucking promise I guarantee I’ll never break.”
Starting right fucking now.
So I do. I make her come her brains out, then I do it again, pumping that pussy so full of my man juice that by the time we’re done I know we’ll be a filthy mess. Then I do it again. And again.
Yeah, all that bullshit about being a lone wolf? That’s exactly what it was. Bullshit. Because now I know that when you find the right woman, there’s nothing better.
And I know she’s mine forever.
I fucking own her.
And I’ll make her remember that time and again, for the rest of our lives.