Page 51 of Curses and Cornstalks
Yes. Fuck, yes.
But the only thing I manage is another moan.
A truck passes by, I think, but I barely register it. I’ve lost every one of my inhibitions, and I no longer care if anyone sees Atticus fucking me senseless.
He was right.
Let them watch.
Tension builds low in my belly again, my pussy tightening around his cock as another climax builds. He doesn’t slow his thrusts, but he lifts his hips and buries himself deeper, hitting an oh-so-delicious spot.
“Come again, darling,” he says in my ear as his hand finds my throat. He squeezes just enough to have my eyes rolling back. “Let me hear you.”
The tension in me snaps, another orgasm slamming into me, and I cry out as my pussy clamps down around him.
“Fuck! Atticus!”
I’m so sensitive, every movement sending jolts of electricity through my core, but Atticus doesn’t stop fucking me. Instead, he wraps his arms around me, clutching me to his chest, and picks up his pace.
“You’re going to take every drop of me,” he growls in my ear. “I want you full and dripping with my cum. You’re mine, Cassie. Every part of you.”
Holy shit.
Thank fuck for birth control.
“I’m yours, Atticus,” I groan. “I’m yours.”
His thrusts become erratic, and he buries himself in me a final time. His thick cock twitches as he pumps me full of cum, and his mouth finds mine. I kiss him deep and slow, running my hands through his sweaty blond hair. His hands dance over my body, over my hips, up my back, over my shoulders.
I settle against him with my head on his shoulder. His arms are locked around me, his cock buried inside me, and we stay like that for several minutes, basking in the afterglow.
I never would have imagined this as my version of paradise, but I can’t imagine anywhere I’d rather be. Or anyone I’d rather be with.
“Darling?” he says after several minutes.
I pull away to meet his gaze. “Is something wrong?”
He shakes his head. “No, nothing’s wrong. I just… You’re mine, Cassie, but I am also yours. Every part of me. I belong to you.”
Warmth sparks in my chest, and I stare into his eyes, studying their stunning shade of warm brown.
“I just need you to know that,” he goes on. “If you don’t feel the same, or if you start to doubt?—”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” I cut him off. “I feel the same way.”
“No, darling, I…”
He blows out a breath.
“This isn’t exactly how I wanted to do this,” he gestures to the point where we’re still connected, “but I’m in love with you. I probably have been since the moment you stepped into that clearing, but I’ve tried to deny it. After suffering for so long, happiness terrifies me, but with you I’m… happy. Stupidly so. And if you don’t feel the same, that’ll be okay. I’ll take you in whatever capacity you’ll allow, but I…” He swallows hard, his eyes flickering with indecision. “I love you, Cassie.”
My heart jumps straight into my throat, and the world slams to a stop, but not because I’m surprised. Since my first time in the haunted cornfield, I knew there was something drawing me to Atticus. Something unexplainable that I thought was curiosity, obsession. However, the more time I spent with him, the more clear my feelings became.
My heart skips a funny beat, and I open my mouth to say something but no words come out. Instead, the corners of my eyes begin to sting.
Am I really about to cry right now?
I blink hard to chase away the sensation.
