Page 116 of No Strings
Laying on her bed, I play over the last couple of months. She arrived at the station battered and bruised, but never broken. He could never break her, she’s too strong for that. She re-found herself while she was there. And then was me. I was strictly a one-night-stand guy; no emotions, not letting anyone get close. And now? I’ve planned my future with her.
“What are you thinking about?”
“How you make me a better version of myself.”
“Do I?” she throws a leg over my hips and moves herself, so she is straddling me.
I grow firm under her instantly. She can feel it, because she is wriggling her hips above me. “Yes, you do. I never wanted anything more than a bed warmer, and then you came along.” I lift her hips, position her above me, and slam her down as I thrust my hips up. Our combined releases, helping glide my length into her. I groan as her tight walls swallow my cock. She moans as she takes all of me.
“Then what?” she breathily asks.
I help guide her hips, but she has full control. “You showed me I was worth more, that I deserved a future. To be happy.”
She grinds down, her clit glides over my pubic bone, eliciting a moan from her. “We saved each other?”
“Yeah Princess, we saved each other.” I thrust up, causing her to bounce on me.
She leans down and kisses me, running her tongue along the seam of my lips; I open up for her and her tongue is in my mouth.
I continue to fuck her from below as she deepens the kiss, biting on my bottom lip and pulling back. I growl and flip her. No more playing.
“My turn.” I put one of her legs over my shoulder, and hold the other out, so I can watch as her cunt swallows me.
“Look at you taking all of me, like you were always meant to be mine.”
She arches her back. “Rhys, more.”
I gather her wrists with one hand, and hold them above her head, and my other one circles her throat. I’m always cautious of this move, remembering the bruises. She seems to read my thoughts.
“I trust you.”
And that’s enough to almost throw me over the edge.
I’m looming over her. Both of her legs are now over my shoulders, while I hold her wrists above her head, I drive my cock into her hard and fast.
Her muscles start to quiver around me, and her body starts to tense as her back bows off the bed.
I lean in so my mouth is by her ear. “That’s it Princess, come for me, milk my cock.”
The quivering muscles turn into a choking hold. She comes, falling apart beneath me. I continue my punishing thrusts, making her take all of it even as her sated body relaxes into the mattress.
I release her hands and throat, get up on my knees, andhold her thighs while fucking her. Her delicate fingers wrap around my balls and gently pull.
That has me coming, too. I thrust forward, and hold there as my balls empty deep into her pussy.
“Dirty move, Princess.”
She shrugs, feigning innocence, but her little smirk has me knowing she definitely knew what she was doing. My little minx.
I pull from her clinging body and watch as my cum leaks from her entrance. A feeling I can’t quite name washes over me. I know she is my future, but are kids in that future? She would make an incredible mother, but what sort of father would I be?
Morgan takes in my change. “Rhys?”
I frown and shake my head. “It’s nothing.”
“You're lying. If you want us to work, I won’t accept lying.”
“I’m just thinking what sort of father I would be.”
