Page 186 of Loving the Legend
“Fuck...so sexy,” he grunts, stroking himself as he relishes the view.
He grabs the lube and stuffs a fingerful inside of me.
I moan, knowing what’s coming—he adds extra lube when he’s planning a punishing fuck.
He lines his head up and rubs it back and forth over my rim.
My dick is throbbing, and I’m trembling with need.
When he finally enters me, we both groan.
He holds for a few seconds and pulls out halfway before slamming back in.
“Oh fuck,” I cry.
He clasps the front of my neck, partially restricting oxygen as he fucks me so hard that the bed slides across the floor.
“Stroke,” he grunts. His way of telling me that he’s close.
My body is under siege by the thrum of ecstasy coursing back and forth from my head to my toes. I can’t bring myself to move or speak.
“Baby,” he whispers into my ear as he slows down and deep strokes me. “Stroke your sexy dick for me.” He sucks my ear lobe.
He changes angles, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Realizing he’s fucking my brains out so I’m incapable of heeding his command, he reaches around and wraps his hand around my shaft. He rails me so hard my eyes sting with tears.
“Shh,” he whispers, turning my face and licking inside of my mouth. He pulls back and bites his lower lip. “Fuck. I love how well you take it.”
“Sid,” I yell when he slides out and then slams back in so deep that a blinding orgasm expels me from my body.
Sucking on my neck, he stills and, with a chest-ripping grunt, releases inside of me. Tiny quakes and shivers tingle my muscles with each of his shallow thrusts and panted breaths. I float forward as he collapses on top of me.
His heart races against my back.
His cock is still inside of me as he rolls us to our sides so that we’re spooning. I whimper when he slips out of me as I doze off.
***
I wake with a hoarse cry sometime in the night when Sid enters me again.
"Baby," I moan, delirious from sleep and his fullness.
“I got you,” he whispers, nestling me closer to his body. He fucks me tenderly. “I can’t wait to marry you.”
His words, husky voice, the thrum of his heartbeat against mine…
I turn my face to kiss his lips.
My eyes roll closed as he deepens his stroke.
“Yours,” I murmur.
“Soon your husband,” he whispers.
My eyes fill with tears sprung from that tender place that only we reach.
“Your soulmate," I gasp when he lifts my thigh and thrusts deeper.
