Fuck, I can’t wait to do that again.
She’s too blissed out to notice the massive mess she’d just made and I know I can’t hold back any longer.
“Where do you want me, baby?” I grit out, still fucking her with abandon and I’m shocked when her last orgasm rolls into another smaller one, her pussy refusing to give my dick any grace. I moan out, “I’m about to fucking come and I need to know where you want it because I’m about to paint your body, Stardust. You decide if it’s on the inside or out.”
“Inside me,” She pants, her lids fluttering. I know she won’t last much longer, but neither do I. I’m about to ask her if she’s protected, but she whispers, her cracked voice a barely audible, “implant.”
That’s all I need to know and in three hard thrusts, I come with a howl like a fucking animal as I release all that I am inside of her.
I wait until my dick twitches one last time before pulling out of her and rolling to my side, pulling her body against mine, uncaring that we’re covered in sweat and our mixed releases. She turns to face me, burying her nose into the crook of my neck, her arm slung over my chest and her leg hiked up over my thigh. She releases a sleepy sigh and I know she’s just moments from passing out.
When I feel my cum leaking down from her and onto my thigh, I reach down with one hand and scoop it up, dragging it back up to her and gently press my fingers inside of her, making sure she keeps every last drop of me with her. The way she moans sleepily has my cock twitching, even in its thoroughly spent state.
I take a deep, much-needed breath. I already knew I wouldn’t ever let her go, what we just did solidified that. My girl was fucking made for me. She was made for my rough fucking and took everything I gave her with a literal smile on her face. But I also know that she craves the sweet, tender moments, too. A side I could give to her, but I know it’s something that Riley could give to her as well, if she’d only open up her heart to the idea.
“Stardust?” I whisper into the dark of the room. I can tell by her breathing that she’s not asleep yet, but pretty damn close. I need her awake just long enough to answer one question. “You trust me, right?”
She yawns and snuggles deeper into my side, completely unbothered that we haven’t even cleaned up yet. Luckily most of the moisture her body expelled had landed on my abs and thighs so the bed beneath us isn’t wet. Which is a small mercy with how sleepy Collins sounds as she answers my question without hesitation. “With my life.”
Done.
Fucking sold.
She just gave me the ammunition I need to see my plan through. She’s too sleepy to ask me why but she doesn’t need to. I wait until her breathing evens out before gently sliding out from beneath her before heading to the bathroom. I flip on the soft lighting and catch the faint tinge of the pink blood coating my cock and thighs. I can’t help but grin at the sight. She may not be a virgin in terms of experiences but knowing that I was the first to give her this pleasure while taking something so preciously given has my well-spent cock half-hard again.
I tell myself unconvincingly that I’ll shower and clean myself later but for now I grab a washcloth and soak it in warm water before padding back into the bedroom where Collins is now gripping my pillow and trying to snuggle it like she was with me earlier. Planting one knee on the edge of the bed, I lean over, parting her thighs and have to fight a groan when I see in the darkness of the room just how beautifully well-used and swollen her pussy looks. I fight the urge to lick and devour her again as I start to clean her up. A low moan escapes her lips but she otherwise doesn’t react.
Once she’s all cleaned up, I toss the rag into the sink and return to the bedroom, snagging my phone off of the nightstand as I go.
Laying down next to my girl, but too wired to sleep, I check my messages. I have a few from Lachlan, one from who I’m assuming is Callan, his older brother, and head of whatever underground organized crime they run, and three from Riley. I start by opening those from the McTavish brother’s first.
Lachlan (10:01 p.m.): No new updates on the whereabouts of Collins’ foster father.
Lachlan (11:17 p.m.): I’ll keep an eye out for suspicious activity not only in the city, but monitoring for threats on her old phone, as well, after the horseshit you pulled by kissing her onstage.
Unknown: Stop causing my brother unnecessary stress because you can’t control yourself in public. I think you’re in the clear with how heavily she was disguised, but we can’t be too cautious. We don’t know how long he’s been monitoring her. Please exercise caution and keep her out of the limelight at least until the threat is located and taken care of.
Lachlan (11:32 p.m.): Another crude message just came through, but nothing of substance. no pictures attached, and nothing to indicate that he is privy to her location. We tried to intercept the signal but there’s some new technology that’s scrambling it.
I think back to the way I’d claimed Collins on stage. I didn’t regret a damn thing in the moment, but the last thing I want is to put her life in danger, so I can see now how it’s not one of my greatest moments.
I type out a quick response.
Me: Thanks for the update. I’ll do everything I can to keep her identity hidden from the public until this fucker is taken down.
And because I feel like an ass for making his job harder, I shoot off another one.
Me: Thank you for all you’ve done to help. I appreciate you stepping in to help keep my girl safe.
It’s nearly midnight and I don’t expect him to answer, so swipe out of his messages and open the messages from Ri.
Riley: You sure about this? It’s fuckin’ weird how cavalier you’re being about all of this. I swear to God if this is a joke I’m fuckin’ running away.
Riley: I’m supposed to leave in ten minutes and I’m freaking the fuck out. You’ve got that long to tell me to fuck off.
Riley: I’m gonna fucking puke.
I chuckle at the last one but right before I respond to tell him to calm the fuck down, another text from him pops up and the message has my body humming with excitement.