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“Now be a good girl and let me breed this pussy.”
There aren’t words to describe what that does to me. I can’t explain how something that has never interested me before takes root in my brain and overwhelms me. The need to have Valentino’s cumcoating my insides and keeping it inside of me is primal.
He fucks me hard, with a determination that has me believing he will breed me. I gasp and moan with every slap of our bodies together. His presence over me grows and grows until it feels like I’m drowning in him. He overwhelms all parts of me. Every breath we share, every brush of our skin, sends me higher and higher. Am I going to come just from penetration?
“Fuck, Cheyenne, you’re taking me so well, squeezing me,” he groans, pressing his lips into my shoulder. “Like you want me to fill your cunt with my baby. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I say without any thought. “I need it.”
“You’re gonna get it, sweetheart. If it doesn’t work tonight, I’ll fuck you full again in the morning, and every day after that. Any chance you’ll have me, I’m going to bury my dick in your pussy until your belly is round and your tits are swollen with milk.”
Every word is gruff, heated and growly with tension that lines Valentino’s body. I’m a mess, ruining the pillow he’s tucked under me and surely the towel too. All the thoughts running through my brain are going through the same filter. They are screaming for me to orgasm and take every drop of cum he can give me. My mind only sees our completion as life-saving at this point.
“When you come, I want you to scream my name.”
It’s the only warning I get before my vibrator is pressed to my clit. My body short-circuits, every limb shakes as the tight coil of arousal in my lower belly twists to the point of breaking. I can’t feel anything, but the buzz of my toy working with the girth of Valentino’s cock stretching me impossibly wider. Every stroke feels like he’s getting bigger and bigger, thrusting harder into my pussy.
There is a rush of pain when he buries himself a final time and starts rocking against me instead of pulling out again. The power of it mixed with the vibration on my clit makes my world explode. I scream for Valentino, my voice cracking as my words descend into a shout.
“That’s my good girl. That’s my mate,” he snarls in my ear.
He kisses my throat again, and then my world turns white. Sounds and feelings disappear. All I know is that my body is sinking into warmth and euphoria. I’m not sure how long I bask in the nothingness of it, but Valentino’s slow, deliberate kisses on my shoulder and neck raise me up. His cock twitches inside of me, but he doesn’t pull out.
I’m at a loss for words. I should get up and go pee, clean up a little, but as Valentino rubs his hand down my side and hips, I can’t think of anywhere elseI’d rather be. There’s no quaking sensation when he touches the pudgy parts of me. The world is quiet. It’s only the two of us and we’ve got nowhere to be.
For now, I let the anxiety of what could be drift away and focus on our connection.
On the magic of us.
Chapter nine
Valentino
Cheyenne snores.
It’s like an adorable little boat motor has cuddled into my side. But instead of a blade tearing my shins to pieces, it’s icy toes.
I couldn’t be happier.
After my knot finally deflated and my cock slipped free, I took a bit of time to get us ready for bed. Between the bucket of cum leaking from her pussy and the blood on her shoulder, it probably would have been easier to shower again. Cheyenne didn’t so much as stir though when I got out of bed, and I didn’t want to disrupt her sleep.
Plus, no reason to alarm her about the half-sealed mating bond on her shoulder. That can wait until she wakes up and it’s all healed. A few warm washclothslater she was cleaned up. I tossed the bloody, torn towel into the bin and the cum-soaked one into the bathroom.
Then she rolled into my side the moment I got us under the covers.
I haven’t slept this well in years. Not because of any sort of qualms about my life choices necessarily, but there is a sense of fulfilment and wholeness with my mate in my arms at last. The morning light begins to peek through the heavy curtains, but I don’t want to get up yet. My claiming mark on her shoulder has healed completely, another sign she is my mate if the instant need for her wasn’t enough.
Her heart beats with mine now, strong and steady. The closer we’re together, the clearer our physical connection will be. Dad always said he could sense from a mile away if Mom was coming home spitting mad or happy as a lamb. Andrea and Junelle are the same, they can read the other’s emotions based on physical reactions. It was funny at the start of their relationship watching them fumble through it.
No doubt we’ll have our moments to look back on and laugh at too.
Cheyenne does a little huff in her sleep when I finally extract myself. I pull on my clothes haphazardly, stopping every few moments to kiss her mark, herforehead, her cheek. I can’t fucking stop myself. I’m too damn happy.
Once I’m out of her room, I pull out my phone. Sure enough, my family is my family, and there are a double-digit number of messages. While most I give a cursory glance, I do read a few.
Andrea:do we even need this meeting?
Dino:can I start having meetings when I get laid?
