Page 17 of Forever Mine

Dakota took it seriously when I told him earlier that I wanted to feel him. I felt every single inch of his dick inside me as he slid in balls deep. The drag as he pulled out was just as intense. I couldn’t escape him if I tried. Dakota was claiming me with each thrust, marking me, reminding me that what he said was true, he wasn’t going fucking anywhere. I was his and he was mine, and if I had my way, that would never fucking change.

The intensity of the moment sucked all the air out of the room. It obviously wasn’t the first time we had sex, or even the first time Dakota topped, but this felt different. This was more than being horny or scratching an itch. I never felt safer or more secure, or fuckinglovedthan I did right now. Love. Holy fuck, Dakota said he loved me.

“Baby, I need you to breathe for me.” My gaze snapped to Dakota and I realized I’d been holding my breath. I sucked in air, my lungs burning and the room fucking spinning.

“Kota…” I didn’t know what I wanted to tell him. I couldn’t form words even if I tried.

“Shh, I know. I know. You’re okay. You’re safe. You’re so fucking loved.”

I whined embarrassingly loud. Was I gonna make that sound every time Dakota said that word?

He smiled softly and picked up the pace. I still felt every single inch, but now the angle dragged along my prostate and was driving me closer and closer to the edge.

“Jerk yourself off, love. I want you to come with me.”

Hell yeah, me too. I blinked back tears, my chest heaving as I tried to get air. Still, I managed to start moving my hand up and down. Luckily, between the precum that had been leaking freely and Dakota’s mouth from earlier, I still had enough slick that there wasn’t too much friction.

Dakota had most of his weight on me, and every thrust brushed against my hand, adding to all the sensation. It was too much. It wasn’t enough.

“Fuck, Jay. You look so beautiful like this. I’m not gonna last much longer.”

I made a guttural sound deep in my throat as my orgasm built. “Me either.”

“Then let go, Jay. Come with me.”

A few more thrusts and a couple tugs on my dick and I was shooting my load all over my hand, belly, and Dakota. I clenched my hole around him, and he grunted as he filled me.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I chanted, “Kota. Kota.” I wanted to say so much more, but nothing else was coming out. I had to hope that he understood. That he knew how much he meant to me. Everything. He meant everything to me.

Dakota’s hips stuttered as his orgasm completed. He collapsed on top of me, and I clenched around him again, not ready for him to leave me.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed my collarbone.

“Don’t pull out yet.” My throat was raspy. I tried to swallow but my mouth was so dry I couldn’t even manage. Still, I didn’t want Kota to leave. It sounded dramatic, but pretty sure I’d die if he tried to leave me now.

Luckily, he didn’t. He didn’t pull out, either. Not until he got too soft and his dick slipped out on its own. Still, we didn’t let go of each other. Not until the cum started to dry on our skin and got itchy. Then, and only then, did Dakota kiss my neck and gently remove himself from my grip. I wanted to stop him, but I didn’t have the energy. So I just lay there, holding my breath until he came back with a wet cloth and a water bottle.

He climbed on the bed and put the straw to my lips. “Drink.” Didn’t have to tell me twice.

The water was cold and the best fucking thing I’d had in my life. I closed my eyes, savoring it.

“Thanks, darlin’.”

Dakota just smiled and wiped me down. When he was done, I took the cloth and did the same to him, cleaning him off as much as possible.

“Not ready to get up,” I told him, and pulled him to me until he collapsed on my chest with anoof.

“We’re both off today. We don’t have to go anywhere.”

I manhandled Dakota until we were in a more comfortable position, but still cuddled around each other and our faces so close I could feel his breath tickle my nose.

Words weren’t needed. We just sat there processing the intensity of the morning. Dakota lightly traced my tats with his fingers, his eyes half-closed. I just watched him.

Maybe it sounded creepy as fuck, but I could watch Kota all day every day and still not get bored. I could never get enough.

It hit me how fucking close I was to fucking this all up. Sure, Dakota swore he wasn’t trying to leave, and I believed him, but I was a self-sabotaging asshole, and I was doing everything I could to make my biggest fears come true. Thank fuck Dakota was a stubborn little shit and wouldn’t let me get away with that.

“I don’t wanna keep sabotaging us.”

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