He wanted to watch as I touched myself…as I pleasured myself while he did the same. I was so aroused I didn’t feel shy or embarrassed about being so wanton. I parted my legs even wider, and did what he wanted. There was no denying I ached for him.

I looked down at the long, thick length of his cock. He was so big, so hard for me. I slipped my hand down my belly and stopped when I got to my clit, tracing the little bud a few times and gasping at the sensitivity of it. He kept his focus on me while he jerked off, and that made this hotter.

My heart beat so hard it ached. I kept touching myself, my pussy so slick my fingers glided over my clit. His focus was on my parted thighs, and I saw the pre-cum that dotted the crown of his cock. I moved my finger to my clit and started rubbing the bud harder, faster. I clenched my other hand on the sheets, my back arched, my lips parted. A gasp left me as pleasure slammed into me. But I didn’t want to go over the edge. The thought that he wanted me to come the first time when he was inside me was so hot, it made me want that too. He was still stroking himself, and I watched as his bicep contracted and relaxed from the rapid motion.

“Be with me, Brock. I can’t take the torture anymore.”

He groaned and finally moved onto the bed. He used his massive chest to push me back on the mattress, and it felt so good having his weight on me.

He cupped the side of my face. He touched me like he owned me, like he’d possess every single inch of my body and then some.

And he will. I want him to.

Brock slipped his hand down my belly and placed it right between my legs over my pussy. “No other man will know how wet and hot you are here.” He added a bit of pressure. “I’m the only man from this point on who will know how you feel inside.” He ran his finger up my slit, gathering my wetness and making me moan. He started slowly grinding his dick against me. “Say you’re mine, Lily.”

“I’m yours,” I said without hesitation, because it was the truth.

He tilted my head to the side and started sucking at the base of my throat. God, I could probably have an orgasm from that alone. “There’s no going back, baby. Not when you’ve been mine since the very beginning.”

“I wish I hadn’t waited years to tell you how I felt.”

“Me either,” he said softly. He had his mouth on mine seconds later. I couldn’t stop the small noise that left the back of my throat. Brock broke the kiss and started sucking the side of my neck. “You feel what you do to me?” He thrust his dick against me. He was so hard.

“Be with me.” The hot, hard length of him pressed between my thighs. Brock started moving his hips back and forth, rubbing himself against my clit, against my cleft. I could have gotten off from this alone. I had my hands on his biceps, dug my nails into his flesh, and heard him hiss. He thrust against me hard, pressing on my clit.

“How much do you want my big dick deep in your pussy?” he whispered by my ear.

“I want you inside of me.” I moaned when he pressed his weight down on me more.

He reached between our bodies, grabbed his cock, and placed the tip at the entrance of my pussy. Yes, this was what I’d been dying to feel, what I’d wanted for so long.

“There is no going back.”

“Good.”

He didn’t move for a second, but I felt how wide the head of his dick was pressed against me.

In one deep, hard thrust, he shoved all those huge inches into me. My back arched from the sudden motion. I wasn’t a virgin, was so wet for him, but even still I was stretched in two by him.

He groaned above me, and beads of sweat lined his forehead. He was tense, his muscles strained, his tendons on display. His balls were pressed right up against my ass. They were a big, heavy weight. He started pulling out and pushing back in, over and over again. The pain mixed with the pleasure, and I felt ecstasy move through me. His motions became fiercer, more determined. His massive chest rose and fell as he breathed in and out, brushing against mine.

“Fuck.” He pushed in deep, so deep I was rocked up on the bed an inch. He pulled out, bringing the tip of himself right to my entrance. He plunged back in, taking my sanity. “Watch as I take you, as I claim you.” He slammed into me again but then rose up, his forearms going straight, his head downcast as he looked at where we were connected.

I watched as he pumped in and out of me, his cock becoming visible, his length covered in my arousal.

God, it was hot.

“Damn it, baby… Knowing you’re watching what I’m doing to you makes me insane with lust.” His body shook atop mine, as if he was having a hard time controlling himself.

I felt the same way.

And then he did go crazy on me, exactly how I wanted it. He started fucking me, not holding back.

He pulled all the way out of me, and I gasped in surprise and at the loss of having him buried in my body. But before I could beg him to slide back into my pussy, he was between my thighs, eating me out again. He licked at me, sucked at my clit, and I was on the verge of coming once more.

“So perfect. So mine,” he said against my flesh.

I hoped he wouldn’t make me wait long to feel him inside of me. I closed my eyes and curled the sheets in my fists.

“I hope you’re ready,” he said in this hard voice, moving back up my body, his dick between my thighs again.

I’m more than ready.

He smoothed his hands over me, making me shiver in response. For long seconds all he did was stroke me as if memorizing my body.

“Lily.”

His voice was this guttural noise that did something wicked to me.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He growled low. “You want me back inside of you?”

“God. Yes.” That was all I could say.

He placed his cock back at my entrance and in a fluid motion shoved deep into me. I gasped, feeling my eyes widen, the muscles surrounding his shaft clenching in rhythm.

“Fuck. So damn good.”

He grabbed my waist and curled his fingers into my flesh hard enough it hurt. But I wanted that pleasure and pain.

“Fuck.”

Over and over he surged into me and retreated, fucking me with abandon. I didn’t think I could take it anymore, didn’t think I’d last another minute.

“So good.” He groaned the words out. “I can’t hold back anymore.”

I came right along with him, loving the feeling of him deep inside of me, making me his, having me on the verge of insanity.

Brock filled me up with so much of his cum, and I couldn’t help but feel like he was marking me. He jerked above me, still coming, groaning, the scent of him making me drunk.

It seemed like our combined pleasure went on for ages, like I’d jumped off this cliff and he’d gone right over the edge with me. I caught my breath, and he sagged against me, his cock still hard inside my body. He pulled out, and we both made this disgruntled sound. The bed shifted as he lay beside me.

I felt myself start to come down from the high.

“There’s nothing else in this world that matters more to me than you.”

My heart was beating a mile a minute at his words.

Brock pulled me close and grabbed the blanket to cover us. He was breathing as hard as I was, but the comfortable sensation that surrounded us was welcoming, pleasant. This didn’t feel weird, didn’t feel like we’d just gone into bed because of some life-or-death experience. Although truth was we had almost lost everything to some maniac, could still lose everything to some maniac, but being with Brock like this felt right.

“I’m not letting you go.”

Heat filled me after he spoke. I shifted so I could look at his face. “You’re not?” I felt foolish for saying the words, but I wanted him to say it again. I needed him to.

He shook his head slowly. “I’m not.” He cupped my cheek and leaned in to kiss me softly. “You’re mine.”

I might not know what the future held, and didn’t know what dangers lurked around the corners, but what I did know was that I wanted Brock. I loved him, and that’s all that mattered.

Our lives had been thrust together by a threat that could take us away from each other. I didn’t care about any of that, because we were here now, had one another, and the future had never looked brighter.

We completed each other in a way that no one else could match. We could actually live … could be happy.

I didn’t want to let that go.