“You feel amazing inside me, like I was made for you,” she says.
“Just like I was made for you,” I say as I thrust in deeper.
I stroke in and out in a steady rhythm and she gasps, throwing her head back and closing her eyes.
“Open your eyes,” I command. “I want to watch everything, and I want you to see what you do to me.
She opens her eyes and they lock onto mine. “You’re so fucking tight. I want to go deeper. Are you ready, little sparrow?”
She bites her lip and nods.
Before she can change her mind, I sit back and pull her into my arms. I change positions by lifting her onto my lap so she’s straddling me. My cock sinks even deeper into her tight, wet little cave. I moan as she flexes her pussy around me and she gasps in pleasure.
I hold back for a moment to watch her. Her slick pink pussy glides up and down my length and I have to steel my jaw to keep from cumming at the sight of it. She’s a goddess on top of me, riding my cock, and even though I couldn’t think about anything else but this for years, having it finally happen doesn’t feel real.
“Owen,” she gasps as she digs her nails into my shoulder. “I-I think…”
She stops speaking when I grip her hips and rotate them so her clit is rubbing on my cock with every slide. She cries out and her pussy clenches impossibly tighter as her legs shake.
Leaning forward, I place a kiss on her neck and feel her body go rigid as she climaxes. Her pussy pulses, and then sweet, sticky heaven covers my cock. I look down to see her leaving a trail of it as I continue to move her up and down on my length.
Her legs tighten and she tries to fight against the flood of her orgasm as she screams my name over and over. She doesn’t know what’s happening or when it will end, only that she’s not sure she can ride the wave out. But I’ve got her, and I’m not letting her go.
Her dark eyes claim me and her soft curves arouse every cell in my body. Her sultry voice would drive any sane man mad with desire to possess her, but I’ll never give anyone else the opportunity. Now that I’ve had her, she’s mine. And in this moment she’s tied her fate to me.
I lay her gently on the bed as another wave of pleasure hits her and I finally allow myself to fall over the edge with her. I cum so hard that I see stars in the corners of my eyes as pounding waves of pleasure beat on my back. There’s not a chance of me pulling out as I spread my seed into her young body. It’s primal and the base of all needs, but for a moment I let the animal in me take over and I rut into her like I’m trying to save our species.
I growl and grunt, and though I’m rough, her body opens for me and she welcomes my release.
When I’ve emptied the last drop inside of her, I pull her tightly into my arms and roll us over so that I don’t smother her with the weight of my body. I don’t pull out because I’m not ready to leave her warmth yet. I’ve waited too long to be where I am, and I’m not in a hurry to change it.
“My little sparrow,” I whisper as I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear and place a soft kiss on her forehead.
I inhale her scent and close my eyes knowing that this moment has changed me, changed the both of us forever.
I’ve never needed material things the way other men do, and I’ve never craved company before her. Minnie has changed everything. She’s made me want to own her. I want her in my house, in my bed, and around my cock for the rest of my life. She’s my soul mate and I don’t just want her, I need her. She’s vital to my very survival, because I know if I ever lost her again, I wouldn’t live through it.
Chapter Eight
Minnie
I can hardly believe how well we flowed together. It was as if my body was made to be taken by him. It made perfect sense, this coming together. Everything pointed to this man being the other half of my soul. And the reason I’ve never been drawn to another man before. That I dream about him and only him.
Everything is madness and out of balance in this world. But inside his house, within his protection, it all seems to fall into place. When I’m in his arms, nothing else matters.
How can I leave here and let them force me to marry someone else? They called it an “arrangement,” but it’s just a pretty word for slavery. They want to force me into a marriage with the sole purpose of producing an army of little Regime loyalists with an acceptable genetic makeup.