Make Me Yours

I’m not going to end up like Anderson, sitting at home beating my meat in the dark by myself. I have Daphne—now and forever.

I plant my palm over her chest, spanning from one tit to the other. “I love you, Daphne Sarah Davidson. Always have and always will.”

Her laughter stops immediately as her breath catches in her throat. “You l-love me?” she stutters.

A grin spreads across my face at the shock in her voice. “Yup, I love you.”

I drag my hand over her full boobs, down that wicked bodysuit that ends just above her hips, like a frame for her pussy.

“I-I l-love you, too,” she stammers out.

“I figured.” I make quick work of the corset and push the sides away to reveal her plump, bouncy tits, the rise of her soft stomach, and the closely trimmed thatch of hair hiding her beautiful sex. “You wouldn’t put up with me if you didn’t love me, right?”

“I suppose that’s true,” she teases.

She winds her arms around my neck and pulls me down to kiss her. Her nails scratch lightly against my shoulders. I shiver with want. Fuck, I never thought I’d be here in this bed with her. I never thought I’d have the opportunity to see her breasts or her dusky rose cunt.

Our tongues play with each other until the lure of her body is too great for me to ignore.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I tell her as I cup her breasts in my palms.

“You make me feel beautiful.” She writhes under my touch. Each sensuous movement slices across the cords of my self-control.

I nip, suck, and lick my way down her neck until I hit her delicious tits. I draw each pert tip into my mouth and work it until its hard and quivering. Then, I move lower, stopping only to tongue her belly button, before moving down her fragrant, honeyed cunt. She parts her legs and the top of my head nearly comes off when I see the juice of her want coating her inner thighs.

“You want to kill me, don’t you? You and your damn sexiness are going to actually kill me,” I accuse before diving in. She doesn’t answer right away, probably because I have my mouth over her cunt. She tastes like tart honey. Perfect, delicious, sweet. I taste her in long, slow strokes from her pert clit to the puckered skin of her asshole. She rubs her legs restlessly against my shoulders.

I hear my name. I hear some pleas to God. I hear words like “stop” and “wait,” which I ignore. Her pussy is too gorgeous. Her cunt is too hot. I couldn’t stop if a whole squad of Marines showed up and tried to drag me away. I slide two fingers into her wet, tight channel. She moans and threads her fingers through my hair.

My cock hardens to the point of pain. Fuck. I need to get inside her. I also need to taste her come. I add a third finger and use my pinkie to rub against that sensitive skin. She bucks against my mouth.

“Jack, please, I’m going to come. I want you inside of me.” She tugs on my hair, wanting me to abandon her sweet center. But I’m addicted now. I’ve had a taste of her nectar and from now on the only thing that will ever satisfy me is her. I know it and I’m damn glad of it.

“You want my cock stuffing you full then you better come on my tongue first,” I declare, scissoring my fingers.

She screams and arches her body half off the bed. I grab her ass cheeks and slam her to my mouth. The vulnerable position means she is at my mercy and I take full advantage, holding her firm against the onslaught of my tongue and mouth.

She can’t resist. Her body tenses. The thighs hanging over my shoulders tremble. Her fingers dig into the sheets and she cries out—high-pitched, long, and full of wonder. My own will dissolves and I come, too. Even as I drink down her honeyed essence, hot seed splashes against my stomach and the bed. A wave of sensation big enough to come from the deepest ocean sweeps over me.

I lower her to the bed and palm my cock. “Baby, I gotta get inside of you.”

My tongue feels two sizes too big for my mouth, but somehow she understands me. She spreads her legs wide and reaches down to open herself up. “Take me. Take me, please, Jack.”

My cock is slick and still hard even after I’ve orgasmed. I rub it mercilessly, knowing that the second I make contact with her hot cunt, I’m going to come again.

“Condom?” I choke out.

“Absolutely not.” She reaches out and folds her wet fingers around my cock. “I want to feel you inside me. You afraid of being a daddy?” she challenges me.