Page 103 of Panther's Magpie
When he finally climbs up from his knees, his mouth glistening with my wetness, he smirks at me.
“Turn over,” he tells me.
I do as he says, lying on my stomach. He pulls my hips up, positioning himself behind me. When he slides in, I feel like he hits somewhere deeper than ever before. It has me moaning out.
“You fit me so perfectly. Did you know that? That you have the perfect pussy for me. It belongs to me now. You belong to me. Isn’t that right, Magpie?”
He thrusts in hard, making me grunt.
“Answer me,” he demands.
“I’m yours, Calloway,” I tell him.
“That’s right. You’re my good girl. No one else’s.”
My pussy spasms at the term. Fuck, if I’m not craving praise. Calloway doesn’t seem to mind giving it to me, though. It’s a balm to my soul.
“Calloway, please,” I beg him.
He’s going too slow. I need more of him. I need all of him.
“Shh. I’ll make you feel good. You deserve it for being so good for me. For having this perfect pussy and body for me. For being my girl.”
My heart warms at his words.
I’m his girl.
He fucks me harder and faster, amping up the pleasure. I savor every feeling he gives me, loving how good it feels.
If this is what it means to be his, then I never want to be anything else. He can own every single part of me. My heart, mind, body, and soul. It’s his.
As long as he loves me.
Love.
What a concept. Neither of us has spoken the words, but I know we both feel them. I can see them being reflected in his eyes every time he looks at me. I feel them every time he touches me. With every little thing he does for me, he shows his feelings.
I don’t need the words when I’m living them.
He tilts my hips up, hitting a different angle that has all thoughts fleeing my mind. I can feel the buildup of pressure as he continues to work my body.
My body gives into the intense pleasure he is drawing from it, his name a hushed moan on my lips as I bury my face into the bed.
I feel his warmth fill me not long after as my body is coming down from the aftershocks. He gathers me into his arms as he holds me close to him.
I feel what his body is communicating with mine.
He will never leave me, nor will I ever leave him.
We are in this together.
That’s the feeling that lulls me into a deep sleep.
PANTHER
I have no idea what time it is when my phone rings.
It’s not my normal phone, though. It’s my burner.
