Page 60 of The Southern Submission

I give her another lick, savoring her taste as I push up onto my forearms and look down at my gorgeous girl, looking rosy and sated, blinking sleepily at me as she smiles. “You’re so fucking hot when you come apart on my face like that, baby. I love making you come almost as much as I love you.”

She beams and reaches for me, stroking her fingers along my jaw and hairline gently. “I love you, too, but I think you can make me come harder if you fuck me with your insane pierced cock. I still can’t believe you have all that metal tucked away every day in your business suits.”

I laugh, pulling back to remove my boxer briefs and dropdown to kiss her until she’s sighing against me. I roll my hips, and she meets me, looking for my cock to slide home. Entering her feels like falling in love all over again. It sets off every nerve ending in my body. I’m fully attuned to her as soon as my cock is seated to the hilt, and I want to live right here, just like this. I keep kissing her as I move slowly, my movements languid and deep, our bodies flush and friction building as I hit her clit with every rock of my hips.

She’s gathered in my arms like the precious treasure she is, her hands still on my face, softly stroking through my hair or across my cheek as she kisses me back at the same unhurried pace. I move again and hitch her legs around my hips, her ankles crossing, which pulls me deeper and makes me groan into her lips. Her pussy was made for me. It hugs my cock and she fits against my body exactly the way I need her to as I keep making love to the woman I’m desperately in love with. The woman who somehow loves me back. I feel her tensing, building toward another orgasm. I angle my hips just a bit and press into her harder with each slow pass, swallowing her moans of pleasure.

Her sharp inhale precedes her stilling and exploding around me, her pussy pulsing, face contorting beautifully as she breaks away from my mouth to scream her pleasure.

“Yes, baby, let go and feel good.”

I keep moving through her release until she falls limp, her legs dropping from my hips and hands coming up to push the hair off her sweaty face as she breathes heavily.

“You’re so good at that. I love how you make me fall apart.”

I pull out, her sensitive cunt jerking at the sensation. I move one of her legs up toward her chest where I hold it and make sure she’s still comfortable before I straddle her straight leg, dropping the other across her body. I gently slide back in with her in this new pretzel position that will let her relax whileI continue to do the work that will get her off. It makes me insanely happy to see her that blissed out, and I think a third orgasm will do it. I move faster now, my fingers playing with her clit and finding the pattern that works best for her. I know I’ve found it when she gasps and her back bows off the bed, a gush of warmth hitting my balls as they slap her ass. I keep circling at that speed and intensity, listening to her moans and whimpers and feeling her clench around me as she approaches her release.

“Right there, don’t stop, I’m so close,” she begs, her hands coming to her beautiful tits because mine are busy. Fuck, she looks so good, head thrown back in abandon, fingers tweaking her nipples, a rosy blush spreading across her skin as I fuck her harder. I made love to her before, but now I’m using her like my whore and she’s loving every second of it.

“Come for me, my little slut. I want to see you fall apart on my cock,” I taunt, slamming into her and pressing down viciously on her clit.

She tips over the edge with a moan and comes so hard I think she stops breathing for several seconds. The squeeze her pussy has on my cock is insane, her pulses constricting and sending me right along with her. My cock pulses as I empty inside her while she continues to throb around me. Goddamn. Fucking her bare and feeling her take my cum has ruined me. I pull out of her slickness and look down at our mess.

“Push it out and show me what I did to my fucktoy,” I command, eagerly watching as she whimpers and contracts her abs, pushing my cum out in the prettiest cream pie she could’ve made. “Fuck, you're beautiful. Seeing my cum on you does something to me. You rewired my brain and now all I want is this.” I slide my fingers through our cum, smearing it along her thighs so she’ll smell like me, be markedas mine, and push it back inside her pussy gently where I want her to keep it.

“Do you have a breeding kink?” Ainsley asks quietly, and I look up at her face, searching for fear or rebuke of something she doesn’t like. All I find is hesitant curiosity.

I shake my head. “It’s cum play. I don’t want to breed you or get you pregnant, and I don't need you to have my babies. I just like seeing my cum on you and fucking love the idea of you wearing it. It's more primal, like an instinct to mark you as mine. The most feral part of my brain wants you covered in my cum. Does that bother you?”

“No,” she says quickly, reaching down and placing her hand over mine where I still have my fingers pressed to her pussy. She slides her fingers through the mess and between mine, meeting me in this obscure fascination with her pussy and my cum without judgment. “It’s just…” She looks down at our entwined fingers before she can meet my eyes and continue. “I don't know if I want babies. Is that a deal breaker for you?”

I squeeze her fingers and give her a reassuring smile. “You’re the only baby I want to take care of. Anything else is up to you, in whatever time frame you want. If you decide you never want kids, that doesn’t bother me. If you end up wanting four, I’ll fuck you until you have everything your gorgeous heart desires and show them how much I love their momma. It’s you, Ainsley. You’re all I want.”

She visibly melts, relief softening her features as she stares at me in what I can only call adoration and wonder. Fuck, I want her to look at me like that every day. I’ve just decided it’s my new challenge and I gladly accept.

“Right now I want to eat you out while my cum’s still inside you so I can taste us together.” I voice the insistent need screaming in my head, hoping she won't freak out.

She gasps, slightly shocked by the absurdity of the request. I’m ready to pull back to where she’s comfortable when she moves her hand to my head and pushes me down, urging me to do as I said. I unlace our fingers and move them away from her glistening pussy to lick her clean, feeling her writhe under me as she gets into it, too. I push two fingers into her, coating my fingers in us, and bring it to her mouth. She eagerly sucks them in, tasting us, and I growl against her with the desire that stokes in me. This is going to be a long night with how badly I already want to fuck her again.

She bites down on my fingers as an orgasm rolls through her. I take the pain to ground myself while I fuck her with my tongue and get high off her exquisite taste that’s mingled with my own. I can get used to this. I want her riding my face, my fingers, my cock, with my cum dripping out of her any chance I can get.

Thirty-four

Ainsley

Islam my laptop shut in frustration and stifle the scream that wants to come out. I have work to do and my shit isn't working. I stand and pace the living room, silently raging at the unexpected inconvenience and what this means. I’ve never had my credentials fail before, and I can't reset them now. Fuck!

“What’s wrong?”

I spin on my heel, my heart hammering against my ribs as Payton leans in the doorway, running a towel over his chest on his way down from the rooftop pool after his morning swim. He looks incredible, water droplets still clinging to his tan skin tantalizingly.

“Nothing. It’s just a work issue.” I rack my brain for a better explanation but can’t come up with anything. I don’t want totell him because he’ll insist on fixing it.

“Work issue? I bet I can help with over half of your work issues. Tell me what it is and I’ll fix it.”

I hold back a groan. I don't want him anywhere near this. “Seriously, Payton, I don’t want your help. I’m just frustrated. Stop trying to fix everything.”

He walks toward me, eyes serious. “You’re mine to take care of. It’s better if you remember that, Princess. Your problems are mine to solve, and your frustrations are mine to ease.”

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