I grunt when she tries to swallow, deeper this time, and gags just slightly. The way she tightens around me nearly drops me to my knees. She makes a noise I swear I’ll replay in my mind for the rest of my life—a desperate, needy whimper as she pulls back,lips stretched, wet and glistening, her breath heavy through her nose.
Usually pink and full, her mouth is pale now from the effort, flushed only with the smear of precum. She licks her lips, circles her tongue around the head again, dipping briefly into the slit, before she takes me all the way in once more, her throat opening like a gift.
Seven inches down, and she doesn’t flinch. Meanwhile, my knees are buckling, and my head feels like it’s not screwed on right.
My grip tightens in her hair, and I let out a long, broken sound that might’ve once been her name. She’s wrecking me. And I never want her to stop. When she takes me again, I can feel that familiar ache in my balls. It’s a tightening. A zing that goes from my toes up into my sack. I haven’t cum with a woman in so fucking long, I feel like I’m going to blow all over her face before I even get inside of her.
“Stop!” I bark out, causing her to pull back, her eyes going wide in shock. “I’m not coming in your mouth first. I’m coming inside of you tonight.”
Her eyes widen as I lift her back onto the bed then crawl up to meet her before laying on my back and flipping her until she’s on top of me. I lift her hips over my crown and point it at her opening. She’s so wet and ready for me, I can feel the slickness glide all over my bare top like a sloppy kiss.
“You on birth control, Molly?”
“Yes,” she responds.
“Good, because even if you weren’t, I wasn’t planning on wearing a condom. Been thinking about being inside of this sweet heat for too damn long and I think what we have between us deserves this.”
She nods, her breath catching as I release her hips, letting her slowly sink down onto me andfuck meI was right.
The sensation is indescribable—her tight, wet pussy gripping me, surrounding me in a way I haven’t ever felt before. Not like this. Not with someone who meansthis much. The pleasure climbs my spine, spreading in hot, electric waves that pool low in my groin. I grit my teeth, fighting for control, hating how close I am to finishing already. It’s been too long, I’m hardly inside of her but she’s too damn perfect.
I let my hand slide between us, finding her slick clit. My thumb brushes across that sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing slow, firm circles that have her gasping and moaning above me. Her head falls back, her body rocks as she rides me, her movements as intoxicating as the woman herself.
“That’s it, Molly,” I rasp, my voice breaking under the weight of everything that I’m feeling. “Help me, baby. Help me feel something.”
The words tear out of me, raw and desperate. My chest tightens, the pressure of years of pain, anger, and regret are threatening to crush me. It’s all there—the fear of living every day in prison wondering if it was my last, the sting of betrayal that Maverick never visited, the hollow ache of my twin sister’s absence, the shame of who I was and what I had to do to survive, and the desperate, soul-deep desire for this woman that I love.
She leans forward, her hands braced on my chest as she moves, her rhythm unrelenting, pulling me deeper into her with every lift of her hips. Her name falls from my lips like a prayer, my hands grip her thighs, desperate to hold onto the one thing that’s grounding me in this moment.Her.
“Use me,” I beg, my voice rough with emotion. “Take it from me, all of it. Everything I’ve been carrying, everything I’ve been burying. Use that tight cunt to pull it out of me.”
Her body responds like it knows what I need, moving faster, harder, until I’m dizzy with the sensation. She leans back slightly, her hands sliding to my knees behind her as her hips roll in a wave-like motion. The sight of her taking me, her pussy spread around my cock, body fitting mine so perfectly, is too much.
I glance between us, watching as my cock disappears into her over and over, swallowed by her slick heat. And when she rolls her hips again, reaches behind her ass and cups my balls so softly, something inside me shifts, breaking open, releasing everything I’ve been holding back.
“That’s it,” I groan, my fingers pressing harder against her clit. “You’re taking me so good, Molly. Fuck, you’re so good. You’re too good for me. You’re too precious, too perfect. You’re fuckingeverything.”
Her moans grow louder, and I can feel her tightening around me, pulling me closer to the edge. She’s giving me everything, and I know that I want to give her more than just this. I want to give her everything I am, everything I’ve been too scared to believe I could offer. Fuck, I want a life with her.
I reach up just as I feel something warm fall onto my cheek.
Is that? Are these...tears?
I blink back the sting in my eyes, trying to hold it all in, but her tight, hot pussy pulls me deeper into feeling. Every damn emotion:desire, protectiveness, joy, rage, love, need. It all crashes into me, wave after relentless wave.
I want her in every way that a man can want a woman. I want to fuck her so hard she can’t walk straight tomorrow and thinks about me every time she moves. I want to marry her. I want to see her in the house I’m building, barefoot in the yard with kids running wild and a baby giggling in a walker on the porch. I want to see her round and glowing, carrying my child.
I want to keep her. Forever.
My orgasm builds deep within me, white-hot, and unstoppable, coiling tighter and tighter until my muscles lock, my jaw clenches, and my vision blurs. I feel like a champagne bottle shaken to its breaking point, ready to burst inside her pussy.
“Yes, Colt,” she moans, her voice trembling with pleasure. “I’m going to come.”
“Come for me, baby,” I growl, my voice rough and raw. “Squeeze my cock, Molly. Show me you feel this too. Show me that I’m not alone.”
Her body obeys, clenching down on me as she shatters. The deep, rhythmic contractions of her orgasm pull at me, dragging my release from deep within, yanking it out like a tidal wave I couldn’t stop even if I tried. I’m coming hard, harder than I have in my entire life, spilling into her with a force that leaves me gasping, my chest heaving, my throat tight.
More tears spill from my eyes before I can stop them, silent but heavy. She rides me through it all, her hands splayed across my chest, her breath hot against my skin. She doesn’t say anything about the tears, doesn’t call attention to them—just lets me be. She’s there, steady, unshakable, letting me feel without shame.
