"Good." And I mean it.
The moment her orgasm hits, my eyes roll back in my head. Her pussy clenches my cock so tight, it sends me into a mind blowing orgasm.
It takes us minutes to catch our breath, I've had sex hundreds of times, but nothing has ever compared to this. All because she means more to me than anything or anyone. We may have just fucked, but this was more than just sex.
Untying her, I kiss the marks the rope left on her soft skin. She's like jello in my arms, fully sated, and all mine. Gunner's going to be pissed once he finds out I did this without him. Fucker shouldn't have made me wait for two years.
Standing her upright, I wash her hair first. I've always loved her shade of brown, she doesn't know how many times I've snuck into her room and kneaded my fingers through her silken tresses. It's a relief that I don’t have to hide my obsession anymore.
I want to lick the goosebumps that pop up on her soft skin after every caress. After care is important, and the smell of my shampoo and soap on her body is making me hard again, but I ignore it. She's too sore, and Gunner will need her tonight.
“Can I wash you now?” She sighs.
“You never have to ask to touch me, Princess. Please, take care of me now.”
She places little kisses on my collarbone, and chest. She lathers the soap, and stills when she sees her blood on my raised cock. “It’s okay, don’t be embarrassed.”
Taking her palm, I rub my shaft up and down. “You’re a dream come true.”
“You’re already so hard for me.”
“I am, I’m always hard for you.”
“For only me?” She asks.
“Yes.” I answer honestly.
Bringing her hand to my mouth, I lick the blood and come off of her palm. She licks her lips, and I bring her mouth to mine.
“We taste so good together.” She whispers.
She tenses when I begin drying her off. "What's wrong?"
She shrugs. "What happens now?"
"What do you mean what happens now? I fucked you, claimed you, and now you're mine. Does that answer all your questions?"
I chuckle when she shakes her head no. Presley has never met a question she didn't like. "What about our parents, Kai?"
Kissing the top of her, I shrug. "We'll handle it. Nothing's going to tear us a part."
Her eyes shine with hope, because she believes me, and that's all that matters. We dress in silence, and as we leave the locker room, I throw her over my shoulder. "Put me down, Kai."
There isn't a chance in hell of that. Especially not when Leo's right outside the entrance giving me a go to hell look. It ain't easy accepting defeat, poor fucker never even had a chance.
"Tell Leo, goodnight, Presley Kate." I slap her ass so she knows I'm serious.
She groans in defeat. "Bye Leo."
His icy glare does little more than irritate me. Just like a lion isn't afraid of a gnat, I'm not afraid of that piece of shit.
Leo follows us to my truck, which proves he's a dumbass. Setting her on the ground, I place myself in front of her so that she can't see him, but since he has a death wish, he calls her name.
"Get in the truck, Presley." I demand when she whirls around.
"But..." she exhales.
"Get in my fucking truck, Presley."
