Page 22 of Gooey

Not a second longer and he bottoms out, his balls slapping my butt as every last inch of his cock becomes buried inside of me. He makes a muffled sound of pleasure, like he’s holding back a shout.

His dick throbs inside of me, spilling hot jizz into my welcoming cunt. A second orgasm crests for me, not nearly as intense as the first, but more soothing.

“Fuck yes, sweet girl,” he moans. “Milk the cum straight out of my balls just like that. Goddamn, you’re squeezing me so good, baby.”

I can only whimper, taking his finishing strokes.

When he eventually pulls his softening cock out, he collapses to the side, laying down next to me with an exhausted huff. Neither of us makes a move to get up or clean up. We just lay together, catching our breath and basking in the moment.

“Is it always that good?” I eventually croak.

“I haven’t had sex in years, Winter,” he responds, throwing an arm around my middle to snuggle up. “But I can promise you, it’s never been that good. Ever.”

Grinning to myself, I hum happily. “Good.”

Moore chuckles. “You like being the best I’ve ever had, love?”

Arching an eyebrow at him, I tease, “You like being the only one I’ve ever had, handsome?”

“As long as I’m the last.”

Of course, he will be. How could I ever see myself with anyone else?

“As long as you love me,” I tease, giggling.

“Like I’ve never loved anyone or anything else, sugar,” he says, voice dripping with sincerity. “I love you so fucking much that I called Morris before coming to bed and told him just that. I’m coming home and bringing my future wife.”

My heart skips a beat and I swoon. “I love you too, Moore. So much that it feels impossible.” Leaning over, my lips press into his chest. “When are you sweeping us away from here then, hmm?”

“The storm settled enough a few hours ago,” he reports. “We’ll leave tomorrow if you want. If you’re ready…”

“I’ve been ready since you pulled me out of the water, my love,” I confess. “I’ll go anywhere with you, my hero.”

“Good,” he chuckles. “Because Morris insisted on meeting us at the airport. We’ll take the helicopter from here to there and use the family plane to get back to Mass.”

Biting my lip, a bit of nerves hits me.

“Do you think he’ll like me? I don’t want him to think I’m some… I don’t know.”

“Some young woman who’s interested in our family’s money?” he guesses. At my hesitant nod, he scoffs. “He’d never think that, not after I explained our story, sweetheart. And if he did, I’d kick his ass.”

A startled laugh tumbles out of me. “So fierce, my love.”

“No one gets to hurt you anymore, Winter. Not even with words. Not now that you’re mine.” His lips brush my hairline. “I’m going to get you the fattest diamond to put on your pretty left finger so that everyone knows it, too.”

“Will it be sparkly?”

“The sparkly-est.”

“Well, I can’t turn down an offer like that,” I whisper, emotion filling my chest. As I shift to get more comfortable, the stickiness between my legs becomes more evident again. “We should probably clean up, huh?”

Moore nods. “Do you want your slime again?”

Grinning, I shake my head. “I’ll take some air-dry clay, though.”

With a chuckle, he clammers out of bed and retrieves some for me. “And what are you making this time?”

“Your wedding ring, hopefully,” I answer honestly. “I want to see if my blood will mix in it.”

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