Page 91 of Toxic

“Say it. Say you need me to fuck you, Billie. I want to hear those filthy words in your pretty mouth.”

“Toxic! Fuck me. Now. I need you.”

Her words were a fire that shot straight down my spine to my cock. I was harder than I’d ever been. I definitely planned on fucking her, but first... I sucked her clit into my mouth and listened to her scream as she came. The way her pussy clenchedaround my fingers while she orgasmed had me growling, sucking every bit of pleasure from her pussy that I could get.

Her fingers gripped my hair painfully as she shook under my touch, but I didn’t stop. I worked her through the orgasm and she cried out. “Toxic!” She yanked my hair harder. “You need to stop. I need you to fuck me.”

Lifting my head, I grinned at her. I withdrew my fingers, enjoying her little whimper as I did. She didn’t want me to stop, but needed a moment. That was fine. I stripped, eyeing her as I did. She still had that dress on. The damn thing had been tormenting me all night. Seeing her sprawled on my bed, still in her dress, made me want to muss her up even more. Yanking her cowboy boots off her feet, I grinned, then gripped her hips.

“What are you- Oh!” she gasped as I flipped her over. She looked at me over her shoulder as she laid on her belly.

I grasped her hips again and pulled her back toward me as I knelt on the bed, raising that sexy plump ass into the air.

“My dress-”

“It’s staying on,” I growled at her. I flipped it up so that it wouldn’t get in between us. I wanted her to keep wearing it, but didn’t want her to be embarrassed by having a cum stain on it all night. This was my woman. No one needed to be thinking about her getting fucked. Not that my brothers would. They had their own old ladies to think about.

My cock nudged her pussy and I groaned, slipping in a little further. “You’re fucking soaking wet for me, Billie.” I wasn’t using a condom. It was what it was. I was clean. So was she. We were together now and I planned on eventually marrying this woman. It was as good as done by me asking her to be my old lady, though I don’t think she’d clocked that just yet.

She gasped, cheeks flushed as she pressed her face into my pillow, trying to muffle her cries. Her breath caught and then she started pushing back against me, forcing my dick deep into herpussy. I growled and let her. Fuck that was sexy. She was driving herself onto me.

When I was buried deep, I froze. Leaning over her back, I brushed her long hair back off her face. “I love you, Billie.” I said those words I’d never said to any woman. I meant them. I loved this woman. This wild mustang of a woman who worked her body hard all day long and who fucked with just as much passion.

She turned her head and stared at me with wide eyes. There was both shock and pleasure in her gaze. “You- You’re serious?” She shook her head as much as she could. “Toxic…” Her eyes fluttered closed and she whispered. “I love you, too. It terrifies the hell out of me, but... I really do.”

The smile on my lips felt as though it was a permanent part of me. Leaning further over her, I kissed her.

“Toxic…” She moaned as I sank my fingers into her hair. She moved under me. “Please. More.”

“Always,” I promised. “Anything you need.”

“I need you. All of you.” She pressed back against me, but it wasn’t enough. She didn’t have far she could go since I was caging her in with my body.

Raising back up, I gripped her full hips as I pulled out of her body. Before leaving completely, I snapped my hips forward, burying my cock in her pussy again. We both groaned. This wasn’t the talk. She needed to know I loved her, and hearing her admit that she loved me was fucking satisfying in a way I couldn’t describe. But I needed to figure out a way to reassure her that she didn’t need to be afraid of this. Of me.

She gasped as I slid out. “Oh my…”

“Yes?” I asked. I moved a little slower this time, pulling my hips back and then I was pressing my way in again, letting her feel each inch. I leaned over her again and slid my hand under her neck, cupping her throat and I held her there, feeling herpulse as my thumb stroked her neck. I wasn’t choking, just holding her in my grasp.

She groaned and her eyes fell shut. “You’re not being fair,” she whined, but there was a smile on her face.

“What am I doing now?” I asked in a deep voice as I leaned in and pulled her face to the side so I could brush my lips over hers. I nipped at her lips with my teeth and then pulled back, rocking my hips forward. “What do you need, Sweet Girl? Tell me. I want to make you feel as good as possible.”

“More. Harder.” Her cheeks were red now. It wasn’t just because we were fucking. It was because I was teasing her.

I wasn’t teasing. I was testing her limits. Seeing just what she’d let me do to her. Because I wanted to do all the damn things to her. To this gorgeous body. I wanted to make her fall so deeply in love with me that our fucking souls intertwined and she’d never worry about me leaving. And never consider taking off on me either.

“Whatever you want.” I let go of her hip and grabbed her breast, squeezing. She loved having them played with and I wanted her to know that I wasn't just focused on getting myself off. This wasn’t just some fuck.

We both needed to come, but I wanted her to know I wasn’t selfish. Besides, it was sexy as hell to watch her while I fucked her. She was resting on her forearms, her amazing ass jiggling as I thrust forward and slapped my pelvis into it. “So damn good,” I said, as I did it again, holding on to her tit and hip as I pounded forward, forcing a gasp from her lips.

She wasn’t as loud in the bedroom as she was out of it, but it was still music to my ears when she moaned like she was right then. Her moans and gasps urged me on. I wanted to make her scream. Make her lose her mind as she came.

“Good girl,” I growled, watching as she turned her face to the side. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted as she took my entire length and begged for more.

“I need to come. Please,” she gasped out between thrusts.

I didn’t want it to end. She felt too fucking amazing. I kept up my pace, watching as her legs began to shake. “You feel so fucking good, Billie. I could fuck you for days.”

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