I can feel the shift in the room, in Donny’s demeanor. He groans against my neck, biting hard before shoving my shirt up.
I’m not wearing a bra, so he wastes no time latching onto my breast. He sucks so hard that the bite of pain has my pussy gripping his cock as it turns into pleasure.
Donny lets loose, fucking into me roughly, like he can’t get enough of me. Like he needs to consume every inch of me.
I fucking love it. I cling to him as my moans of pleasure fill the room, mixing with his sexy grunts and growls.
Every thrust of his hips has my head spinning, his pubic bone pressing against my clit. He fucks me hard and deep, the tip of his cock hitting my sweet spot over and over.
I can feel my arousal dipping down his dick. I’m so fucking wet for him right now.
“Yes,” I chant. “Yes, Donny, baby, you feel so fucking good.”
“Mine,” he grunts, biting my breast hard enough to leave a mark, before going to the next one.
This is the type of behaviour I expect from Mateo, but seeing my sweet, silly man come apart like this both excites me and has me worried.
This moment feels like so much more than just sex. The guilt causes tears to fill the back of my eyes, because I’ve been so distant from this man, despite knowing what he’s like. Knowing the fear he has from his past.
Pulling his mouth away from my skin, I bring his face to mine, capturing his lips in a kiss. I pour all my love for him into it, pleading that he knows just how much I care about him. How much he means to me.
“I love you,” I whisper against his lips. “I love you so much, Donny.”
The feral look in his eyes seems to soften at my words. “I love you too,” he croaks. “My heart.” He thrusts. “My world.” Another thrust. “My everything.”
The coil inside me snaps. My spine arches, and I slam my eyes shut as I toss my head back. I cling to him, my lips parting as my release floods me in waves.
My pussy grips his cock, demanding his release.
He rewards me, moaning my name as he shudders on top of me, his cock jerking inside me as he fills me with thick ropes of cum.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, as he finishes the last of his orgasm with tiny thrusts of his hips, before collapsing on top of me, careful not to crush me with his weight.
Donny nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck and sighs, like the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders, even just for this moment.
I lay there, my arms wrapped around him, running my fingers through his hair, as I let the buzz of my high consume me for as long as I can.
After a short stretch of comfortable silence, he whispers, “Thank you.”
“For what?” I kiss the side of his head.
“I needed that,” he admits, and my heart breaks. “Not the sex. Well, I mean, the sex was amazing. It always is with you.” He chuckles softly. “But… the connection."
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to keep myself from crying.
“I’m sorry.” I hold him tighter. “I’m sorry I’ve been distant.”
“Don’t be,” he insists, kissing my neck. “We’ve all been dealing with this shitshow in our own way.”
“But we’re a family.” I sigh. “We shouldn’t be dealing with this alone. That’s what family is for.”
He pulls back, his eyes filled with vulnerability. “Yeah?” he asks, hope thick in his voice, and I know I need to pull myself together for my men.
“Yeah.” I smile, nodding.
The grin he rewards me with has my heart nearly bursting.
“Good. Because there was a reason I came in here.”
