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I don’t say that part because it’s delusional, unhinged lunacy. I’ve never fallen in love, but I know it doesn’t happen at all like this. Whateverthisis, it’s just something else that’s really enjoying fucking with me.
But every time I do think it, my dick goes berserk for her. I love you, Yvette.Want to fuck her so bad.I love you, I love you.Get in that pussy.God I love you.Fuckin’ need that pretty little pussy right goddamn now.
Yvette’s body curls against the long chair, shaped almost like an S and just narrow enough for me to spread my legs over it and still plant my feet on the ground. Her legs wrap around my hips, her stare is adhered to mine. My sex finds hers like we’ve done this together a million times before. She’s sodden, her juices soaking the seat and my tip barely slides in. There’s instant resistance, her tight walls fastening around me, but her hips drop wide to let me in deeper. Deeper. I’m afraid I’m going to hurt her but her face and her sounds and her nails dragging me in closer by the skin at my sides are all the invitation I need to keep going.
“Yes. Ward. Oh my god…” she’s panting and bucking against me to try to meet my thrusts, but I’m not halfway in. “Just fill me.”
With a loud groan I push into her all the way, and she lets out a sharp breath. Fuuuuck. Her heated walls cling to my shaft. I pull out slow, then drive back in, fully wetting my cock.
“More. Ward,more,” she begs. My hands grasp the flesh of her hips, then reach for her full luscious tits, then her throat, my other hand thumbing at her plump lower lip as her mouth hinges wide, breathy moans singing out of her. I reach for her thighs, her ass. I can’t settle on only one part of her body to enjoy, I want to devour every inch with my hands, my mouth, my sex, at once.
So this is what it means to be starved and depraved.
I’m addicted to her already. I already know, I will never have my fill. I will never have enough. I will always want her again and again and again.
My cock has found its home in her warm, wet center. I pump into her deeper, harder, yanking her body into my thrusts. Yvette’s pliant against me, letting me kiss her, and paw at her, and fuck her to my heart’s content.
Before she gets too close, I slow, touching her more gently, dropping sweet, lingering kisses onto her lips, her face, her neck,and nice, big nipples begging to be lapped up and sucked. I lick my way, meanderingly, back up her chest and the side of her neck to ask in a whisper, “Can we fuck in your bedroom?”
“Yeah.”
My grin hovers just by her ear, lips grazing her lobe after every few words. “I’m going to mark this whole house with my scent, with my cum, with our sex. Soeveryonewho comes here will know you’re mine.”
She doesn’t say no, don’t do that, I can’t. She doesn’t ask if she’s really mine, if I meant that or not. I can see it in her eyes and her face when I look—there’s no question she knows.
She’s mine.MINE.
We hobble out of the chair and dash toward her room and climb into the bed, getting right into position. I fuck her into the mattress of her big, pretty bed. Yvette’s body opens to me in every way, letting me pummel into her as hard and as deep and as fast as I need. I learn that it takes her right into a body-rending climax. I learn that Yvette is ethereal when she comes. Her eyes roll back and a sound like an angel arriving straight down from Heaven comes out of her, singing. Her hips roll in a steady wave, smearing that wet cunt up and down and up and down my hard column until her thighs are trembling and her honey is pouring from between her lips, drenching my sex. The physical pleasure is one thing. Paired with the sight of my girl—mygirl—coming all over my cock sends me over the fucking edge. I tunnel all the way to the hilt when I feel that first pulse of euphoria hit me, firing my spend as deep in her pussy as she can accommodate. My whole body tightens as my mind goes blank. All I can think of is emptying completely, giving all of it, all of me, all the way into my girl.
Shit, I haven’t come like that in a long-ass time. I came so damn hard. I keep my dick warm inside of her for a couple ofminutes, like a nice little pussy cocoon I never want to leave. When I do slide out, I collapse to the bed.
“That rendered me weak as shit,” I grumble, but in a satisfied way. Does she know it’s all because of her? Does she know the effect she fully has on me?
“That was amazing, Ward. Your dick…oh my god. Your body. Wow.”
I have so much I want to say to her but my breath is still ragged and I’m bone-weary. So I just turn my head toward her and smile.
Fuck…yeah. My cum is all up in Yvette, and for the time being—maybe only minutes—I’m no longer horny.
I’m far from irritated.
I’m just here.
Peace.
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As we’re lying together afterward, I peer around her room. Tonight is the first time I’ve seen her bedroom. I spy the little potted plant I got her, sitting on her windowsill.
I brush the dark hair off her pretty, pixie face, and those blues eyes blink open. A warm, radiant peace settles over me right then, like it’s been doing all night.
I breathe out the deepest of sighs. “Did you put a spell on me, Spark?”
She laughs softly. “Everyone knows you can’t make someone fall in love.”
“Did I say I was in love?” I seriously can’t be sure if I did or I didn’t. I might have thought it a hundred or a thousand times tonight. But I wouldn’t havesaidit. I’m not goddamninsane.
She just smiles at me as she answers, in that whispered, angel voice, “Not yet.”
