Page 16 of Wicked Wishes
“No going back, sweets,” I growl, lowering to catch her eyes in the dark, “once I show you what it means to be mine that means mine for good. Mine for fucking keeps. No one else will ever have you again.”
“Yes…yes, that, I want that. No one has ever had me,” she moans, head thrown back as I line myself up between her thighs.
Her words make me pause. I press my bare cock to her wet sex and wait for her to lock her eyes on me. Once before in my life, I knew love and lust. What I felt for my wife does not compare to what I feel for Hanna. Not more or less, not bigger, or deeper. Just exclusive to her. Like what I feel for Hanna as she tells me I will be her only lover is exclusive to only her.
“And now, no one else ever will,” I swear, dipping my head to brush the words like a kiss against her mouth, “watch me make you mine,” I hum the command, gripping the back of her neck to force her eyes downward.
Slowly I inch my length into her, grunting as her soft, wet folds swallow inch after inch of me. I hiss as she grips me so sweetly. Her tightness pulls at me, pulling me balls deep until my cock is buried inside of her soaked heat. Gripping her hips in my hands, I angle her and pull out, roaring as the slide of her on my cock has me already nearing an orgasm.
“Jesus Christ,” I hiss, watching her pussy draw me back in greedily, “so pretty taking my cock. Christ, Hanna. Your little pussy is greedy for me, yeah?” I grunt, pulling out and watching as her virgin cunt pulls me back as I rock her by her hips.
“Yes, yes,” she pants, licking her lips as the firelight lights her up, “I feel so full with you inside me. I feel…oh, god, I feel whole.”
Growling because I want her to be full of me in a dozen different ways, I lose it. I grip her hips tight in my hands and piston my thick cock in and out of her. Lifting her legs, she lets me push them wide open, spreading her out as I thrust hard, fast. Bending, I kiss her mouth, biting at her bottom lip until she whimpers. Licking at the plump flesh, I whisper filthy words against her mouth as I pump into her.
“Fucking good taking what’s mine,” I lick at her mouth, palming one pert tit with one hand, the other now wrapped around her throat, “so good feeling that pussy get so greedy for me. For me to fill you up and mold that cunt for my cock. Come, sweets, soak me to show me how good it feels to take me,” I hiss as I pound into her as I take her mouth in a searing kiss, savoring her moans as she does as I ask.
Her sex vibrates around my shaft as if I hit just the right button on her. Sliding my hand from her throat to rub at her clit, to make sure I hit her button, I watch her body arch beneath me. Sitting up, she winds her limbs around me, arms at my shoulders, legs at my hips, and starts to move with me. As her orgasm tears through her, she shouts my name, and her eyes meet mine as she comes.
“Yes! Harley, I’m coming…. oh my god!” she shrieks, throwing her head back as she starts moving in my arms.
Oh no, my girl is not just moving. She is coming to life. Circling her hips and bouncing on my cock, my sweet virgin girl is taking me because she knows I am hers to take. I wanted her orgasm; I wanted her pleasure because I wanted to claim it—and her—as mine. And I think Hanna wants to get the same from me—which I will gladly give her.
“Come inside me,” she rasps against my ear as she rides me, her filthy words, and the slide of her on my shaft guaranteeing I have no choice.
“You on anything?” I wonder as I grip her hips and go still inside of her. I don’t care if she is, and in fact I know she wants kids so maybe the question is pointless. I want her to have whatever she wants—me, my kids, and a future together, anything she asks I want to give her. And not just because I am ten inches deep in the sweetest, silkiest pussy ever.
“No, I never needed to be. Pull out…come on me wherever you want,” she moans, kissing at my ear, biting at my neck, clawing at my shoulder.
Well, that does it. I pull her off my cock until just the tip brushes her entrance, then I plunge back again. I hold her gaze, grinning when she nods just once. She knows what I mean and what I am doing, and that nod tells me she approves. She welcomes me filling her with my seed. Maybe even giving her another little monster.
“Christ, Hanna,” I roar as I start to jerk inside her, coming so hard and so long, I lose moments of time.
Suddenly I am lying with her on the couch, face to face, her long leg draped over my hip. I am still buried inside of her, but my cum coats her thighs there is so much. Closing her limbs tight around me, she hums softly, her fingernails walking lazy paths up and down my back. I watch her in the dark and for a moment, I am afraid I dreamt the whole thing.
“I want food,” she murmurs, kissing my chest and rubbing her supple body against mine, as if urging me to take care of her wants.
Just as I start to tell her I will feed her all the dick she wants tonight, the power kicks back on. Still, we are mostly in darkness, but I can see her creamy skin, marked by my beard and my touches. I kiss every spot I left a reminder of my need for her. By the time I finish, I am hard inside her again and she doesn’t mention food for a little while longer.
Beneath the spray of a hot shower later, her perfect body still bears my marks, and I can’t look away. I touched her in places no one else ever has. I tasted the sweetest parts of her. And I will do both again. Maybe I get to have her and have this until I am old and gray, and maybe even longer. Or next week she grows tired of me or hell, I could lose her too.
Snatching her waist, I yank her close, terrified at the thought.
“I can’t lose you,” I whisper harshly, kissing her so hard I know I am hurting her.
“You won’t,” she purrs, linking her arms around my neck, “there is nowhere else I want to be. No one else I want to be with. You are it for me. I may not be it for you, but I can be something, can’t I?”
“Oh, Hanna, youare itfor me. You are everything to me. You and my little monster. I did this before and I didn’t get to see it to the end. I want to see this, with you, to the end. You are not a chance to do it over or get it right. I just want a chance with you, sweets. This is you and me. It is not like it was before, don’t ever think that. Not less or more,” I state the feelings, the thoughts that I felt earlier.
“I want this,” she whispers, blinking beneath the waterfall showerhead to hide her tears, “I want you. And I want your daughter. I thought I just got the man of my dreams when I met you, but I got a bonus.”
Lifting her beneath the spray, I press her to the shower wall, watching the water wash the soap off her slick body. She bites her lip and lets out a moan and I grin, loving how needy she is. How good it feels to be needed by her—by someone so bright, so lively. Nudging my hardness against her softness, I watch her eyes as I slowly push inside her again, chuckling when she moans, and her eyes roll back as I seat myself deep.
Before we finish in the shower, I make her come three times. When I know she has had enough—for now—I carry her to the living room and let her pick another scary movie. I wrap her up in my arms after I order us food that I promise to feed her since I fucked her past being able to care for herself. But we agree it is a good tradeoff.
After she finishes the last slice of pizza and I empty the last beer, I take her to bed. I strip us down and climb in beside her like we have both wanted for so long. Only tonight, there is no hiding in the shadows, no obsessing in the dark. Just the new twilight of my life falling asleep in my arms.
Chapter Ten
