Page 22 of Yours To Keep
“That’s it, angel. Take yourself to the edge,” I tell her, and she complies so willingly.
I line my shaft back at her entrance, just watching her fingers work. Her chest and neck flush red and I know she’s close. Ripping her hand away, I pin her wrist to the mattress and slam inside her in one thrust. Instantly, she’s coming on my cock, her orgasm washing over her in waves. She claws at me with her freehand, her nails slicing into my shoulder as I fuck her deep and hard.
“Look, baby. Watch my cock sliding into you. Look how perfectly we fit together, like we were fucking made for each other, Magnolia,” I say, sliding my hand under her head and forcing her to watch where we’re joined. She whimpers, and I feel my balls draw up tighter.
“Fuck, Dalton. Never stop. God, it feels so good,” she whines, her back arching off the bed as another orgasm bears down on her.
“I’m not stopping until you’re so full of me, my cum is leaking out of you for days, angel,” I tell her, my tongue tracing the tear trailing down her cheek. I rut into her like a man possessed, like a fucking animal. I know my fingertips will leave tiny bruises where I’m gripping her, but I can’t bring myself to care. Her nails rake down my back and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge.
My cock throbs as I come deep inside her, claiming her as my own. There’s no way I can ever go back to a fake relationship with this woman. I want every fucking piece of her. Her orgasm crests and I pull out, watching her pussy pulse as my cum drips from her core. My fingers trail through the slick mess, painting every inch of her swollen pussy in me. She may not realize it now, but she will soon.
Magnolia Monroe ismine.
nine
When I open my eyes,I’m surrounded by darkness. The sheets beneath me feel unfamiliar, the scent around me something I’m not used to. I look over and see Dalton snoring softly next to me, naked as the day he was born, with one arm slung over his face. God, this man is beautiful. The ache between my thighs reminds me of what he and I did last night, and I feel heat creeping up my neck. I’m not exactly embarrassed about the way I lost my virginity. Do I feel like I could have been sexier? Yeah, probably. I could have seduced him instead of just telling him to fuck me. But I feel like Dalton appreciates my straightforward approach to most things.
Checking my phone, I see a few texts from the group chat with my friends. I wouldn’t even know what to tell them about Dalton and I, so I just ignore those for now. I’ll think of a response when it’s not three A.M.
Sliding off my side of the bed, I do my best not to disturb him as I pad quietly across the bedroom floor and into the bathroom. I don’t bother turning on the light, letting the moonlight filtering through the window light my way. The cool water runs, andI splash my face, the reality of last night finally setting in. Covering my face with my hands, I let myself feel every emotion running through my mind.
I do not regret a single moment that I’ve spent with Dalton. But it’s still a huge emotional change for me. I want to believe everything he’s told me. There’s nothing I would love more than to spend every single night wrapped in his arms, falling for him the way I know I already am. But I’m terrified.
“The next time I wake up without you, it’s gonna be a bad day for everyone in this town,” his deep voice makes me gasp. I spin, seeing him standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, just watching me. “You okay, angel?”
“Of course,” I say, suddenly feeling self conscious. I attempt to cover my body with my arms and he literally growls, stalking forward until we’re nose to nose.
“Turn around,” he commands, and I obey. If he were anyone else, I would put up more of a fight. But when I hear his voice, my body obeys without hesitation. “Look at yourself in that mirror, Magnolia.”
His cock grows thicker, nestled between my ass cheeks. I swear I can feel every barbell running down the length of his shaft as he stares into my soul. His fingers trail down my back and I shiver, so responsive every time he touches me. Wetness pools between my thighs, a mixture of my arousal and his cum from hours ago, making my thighs slick as I clench them together. One strong, tattooed arm snakes around my waist, sliding across my pale skin and up between my breasts. His hand wraps around my throat, not enough to cut off my air supply but just enough to command my attention. Meeting his icy blue gaze in the mirror, I watch as he moves my head to the side, kissing a path up the side of my neck, across my cheek, and stopping at the corner of my mouth.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers against my skin.
The fingers on his free hand skate down the curve of my ass, finding my core already wet for him. He groans, his eyes flaring with desire as his fingers toy with the sensitive skin at the top of my thighs. I want to feel him inside me again, I don’t care how. I’ll beg on my fucking knees if I have to, just to relieve the ache building at my core right now.
“Bend over,” he demands, and my eyes widen involuntarily. “I’m not asking, Magnolia.”
Before I can submit to him, he steps between my feet, spreading my legs further apart and pushing my chest down onto the cool marble counter. I gasp at the contrast against my overheated skin, stifling a moan when he slips one thick finger inside me from behind.
“Your pussy is so pretty like this, angel. Bent over and begging for my cock,” he says, his dirty mouth eliciting a groan from deep inside my chest. “I’m gonna fuck my cum into every inch of this tight little cunt. And then I’m gonna fill you up again.”
“But I’m not-” I try to argue, knowing we didn’t use protection earlier. I’ve never had a reason to take birth control, but I’m not the type to try to baby trap a man.
“You’re not what, angel? On birth control? Fuckin’ better not be. I can’t think of anything more beautiful than this magnificent body growing round with my child” His admission knocks the air from my lungs. As much as the feminist in me wants to object, the thought of being owned by this man for all eternity is intoxicating. I don’t think either of us is really ready for that kind of commitment, but he sounds so sure of himself. My head swims with equal parts confusion and lust.
“Iris,” I say, but he shuts me up with a sharp slap on my ass. A moan escapes my lips as moisture floods my already aching pussy.
“What did I say about you calling me that, Magnolia? I hope you do get pregnant. Because then I’m keeping you and our baby.” He gives me no warning before slamming inside me in one thrust. My hips collide with the edge of the countertop, pleasure and pain warring for control over my mind and body. I’m gonna be bruised tomorrow, inside and out, and I don’t fucking care. He fucks me into submission, using my body exactly the way he needs. I’m completely at his mercy, and I’m happy to spend forever here.
“Dalton, please. I need…” I pant, reaching back and scraping my nails across his thighs.
“Tell me, Magnolia. Tell me exactly what you need. I want to hear that angelic mouth sin,” he says, and I groan. His thrusts are punishing, keeping pace with my racing heart.
“I need to come, Dalton. Please, harder!” The words tumble out of my mouth so easily, and for once in my life, I don’t feel an ounce of guilt or shame for it.
“You tell me what you want, and I willalwaysgive it to you, baby,” he says, holding both my wrists behind my back with one hand and fucking me without reservation, without concern for anything other than taking what he wants. The way he calls me baby twists me up inside, my soul already longing to latch on to his and never let go.
My orgasm blindsides me, ripping a scream from my throat as he swells inside me. He slams into me one final time, fulfilling the promise he made moments ago. I am utterly full of him. Body, mind, and soul.
