Page 18 of Dark Knight

Running my tongue against the roof of her mouth with the same gentleness as her fingertips, feeling the softness of her cheek, I'm aware I can never let her go. I’ll never have this feeling of wanting to care for her and possess her with another woman. Not in this lifetime or another.

I fist one hand in her hair and the other in the curve of her back, putting pressure on my massive hard-on. I want her to touch me, scrape her fingernails across the steely length behind my shorts. But I know if she were to touch me right now, I’d more than likely come in her hands, making a mess of her perfectness.

And I wouldn’t regret a single fucking second of it.

Gradually, I feel her hands moving up my chest, nails scratching along my throat before she’s brushing her fingers through my hair, scraping across my scalp, and pulling the length of hair in her fingers. Her tongue plays with mine as she moans her desire. Growing bolder, she presses into me on her tiptoes and tangles our tongues, licking across the roof of my mouth like I did to her.

Picking her up, I spin her around to sit on the counter and shove my shorts down. With one quick thrust, I’m seated in her pussy, precisely as I've wanted to be, and she growls as her head drops back, exposing her slender throat.

I don’t hesitate to latch onto her as my hips pump wildly, furiously, into her tightness. Sucking her fine flesh, I leave my mark on her body for theworldto see as I also mark the inside of her body forusto see.

“Fuck, pretty girl, tighten up for Daddy. Suck me inside this precious little cunt of mine.” She shivers at my command, questioning whether to say it or not, and I’m determined to get it out of her.

I pound her helplessly. Her body drops back to drape across the counter, and I rip the shirt off without hesitation. Exposing her slight frame, her flawless flesh draws me in, and I draw a nipple into my mouth, suckling on her like a starving man.

Her legs slide up my body, and I feel myself readying to blast off inside her welcoming warmth. “Oh, Daddy, please, more.”Magic words.

We implode in a frenzied need to come together as quickly and harshly as possible in a vortex of need and desire. Bea detonates around my cock, and I’m helpless to do anything but follow her into oblivion.

“Fuck, Bean, just like that. Come all over Daddy’s cock.” Her glazed eyes meet mine, and while the shyness remains, so too is gratefulness that I accept this part of her. The need to be taken care of and shown what a real man is like.

Climbing up her body, I suck on the other nipple, mimicking what our children will do to her, and I can’t fucking wait to taste the provisions she’ll provide for our babies one day.

“Nolan.” Her pleasured gasp is filled with so many questions.

“You’re like an angel dropped into my lap,” I grunt as I pull back to look at her. “I don’t deserve any part of you for the things I’ve done, will do, but I’ll be damned if I ever give you back.”

Pulling Bea up with me, I help her off the counter and watch with fascination as my seed drips down her thighs. Our mixed pleasure is far more erotic than anything I’ve ever witnessed.

The blush creeping up her body is adorable as she realizes what I’m staring at. “Oh dear.” She tries to hide it.

“Uh-uh.” Gripping her legs with a firm hand, I hold them open, admiring her nudity. “One day, you won’t be embarrassed by this, and I’ll help you get there, but don’t, for a second, think I don’t find this hot as hell.” Swiping my finger through our mixed fluids, I run it along her swollen pussy lips, soaking in the sounds of my girl's ecstasy.

“Go get dressed, and then we’ll eat.” Slapping her ass as she darts around me, her squeal makes my dick hard again.

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Bea

I feel like a different person than the girl who woke up this morning. Nolan squashed any thoughts of doubt I had over the way we were together. I still blush, thinking about the things he said or the way he touched me, but I no longer feel like they’re wrong.

Everything about him is right.

At least, I’ve convinced myself of that.

I’m not sure how long it will last because I feel like a shoe is about to drop on us and our little bubble of happiness. There isn’t much I want from life, but I’m quickly realizing that the one major thing I need, crave, can't live without is Nolan Sutton.

He’s larger than life, darker than death, but with me, he’s a person I don’t think evenherecognizes, and the more I watch him, the more I realize he doesn’t even care.

Nolan has a carefree attitude that calls to me. Makes me wish for things I never knew I wanted to be. In the twenty-four or so hours that we’ve been back at his house, I’ve felt less stress than any other day, and it makes me think that I can have this life with him. That I can trust all the promises he keeps making me.

“You’re looking rather pensive for my liking,” he grunts as he measures a piece of wood. I mentioned how nice a bookcase would look in his living room, and the next thing I knew, the materials were being delivered. He then promised a trip to a bookstore first thing tomorrow morning.

“Just thinking,” I say from my spot on his back porch in the lounge chairs he has there, while he works on the gravel driveway between the garage and house.

“About?” He doesn’t look at me as he sets up the wood to be cut.

“You.” His grin is wicked as his eyes lift to meet mine. Heat, pure unadulterated heat, reflects back at me.

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