Serve Me

“I don’t want anyone but you. Ever. And no matter what I have to do, where I have to go, or what I have to give up, I’ll do it. Chelsea, I’ll never keep you from your dream, but I can’t stay away from you any longer. I already lost you once because of that damn horse accident, and I’m not willing to lose you again.”

“Wh-... but-... I-... Flynn! You’re in Paris! I didn’t even know you had a passport!”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, woman,” he smirked. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, and he pulled me to his strong, broad chest, and the only thing I could do was smile and sigh deep into his body.

“What in the hell are you gonna do in Paris, Flynn?” I whispered.

“I’ll figure it out.”

“And what about your animals!?” I breathed.

“One call to my ranch hand, and it’s taken care of. Chelsea, don’t worry about me. I will find something to do. But, I can’t be apart from you. Not any longer. Not after this past month. Not after everything that happened. Everything we felt. Everything we admitted.”

I felt my body beginning to tremble into his, and he swooped me off my feet without a second thought. He panned me around and found my bedroom door hanging open, and before I could even suggest the thought of food, I was being lowered onto my bed. The darkness of my apartment played well upon his sharp features, and the moment Flynn began to unbutton his shirt I scrambled to my knees and planted my hands onto his rippling muscles.

His shirt dropped to the floor, and I leaned in to kiss his chest, and I could feel how hot his body was heating. He crawled onto the bed and knelt down in front of me, and his fingertips played at the hem of my shirt. I raised my arms and shivered in anticipation at what was to come, and when he reached around and freed my breasts from the confines of my bra, he latched his lips directly onto one of my swollen nipples as we both sunk into the bed.

His mouth felt so good against my body, and his skin melted perfectly into mine, and when his lips trailed further and further down, I knew I was about to meet my demise. His hands made quick work of getting me out of my jean shorts, and he groaned when he realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Such a naughty woman,” he murmured.

He dipped between my legs and flung them over his shoulders, and when his tongue jutted out, he lapped a thick stripe up my slit that shook my body to its core. My hands gripped the sheets beside me as my bare body shook for Flynn, and when his tongue dipped itself into my core, I couldn’t help but call out into the room.

“God, Flynn. Yes. Please. Like that. Right there.”

I rolled my hips into his tongue, begging it to be in one specific place, but all he did was dance around it. My legs trembled and my back arched, and at one point in time, I started banging my fists in frustration on the bed.

“Damn it, Flynn, come on,” I whined.

But all he did was chuckle into my pussy.

I dug my heels into his back and rocked my hips into his face. His stubble massaged me in all the right places, and his hands kept holding my hips to the floor. My swollen clit was throbbing with desperation, and his tongue kept skirting the outside of its folds, and when tears finally rose to my eyes, he had mercy on my soul.

“Oh, Flynn. Yes,” I choked out.

Tears ricocheted down the sides of my cheeks as his tongue flattened out on my clit, and that was all it took. My body threw itself over the edge while his tongue flicked and sucked at my pulsing nub, and when my back arched and my walls fluttered with my first orgasm, Flynn buried his face into my pussy and chased my second. His tongue drank up everything I had to offer and by clit bobbed and weaved under his assault, and when my body fell off the edge for my second orgasm, he pulled back and watched me writhe on top of my sheets in my bedroom in the middle of Paris.

He stood up and got himself out of his pants, and when he sat up against the headboard, he reached over and slowly pulled me into his lap. My body was limp against his, and I could feel his thick dick pressed against my thigh, but when I slid myself forward and teased him with my dripping wet entrance, he popped right into me without a second thought.

“Shit,” he bit. His teeth grazed the pulse point on my neck, and my hands flew into his thick head of hair, and when his sinewy arms wrapped me in their tight, protective hold, I slowly began to rock back and forth in his lap. His dick filled me in a way no other man had when I was younger, and it reminded me of why I’d never tried to find anyone who could fill me the way he could since them. He pressed up against all the right places and stretched me in ways I never thought possible, and when his hands dropped to my ass to help me roll into him, I bit down into the meat of his shoulder and heard him growl in my ear.

“Holy fuck, Chelsea. You feel so good.”

“I love you, Flynn,” I breathed into his skin.

Before I knew it, I was rolled over onto my back. I was sprawled out on my bed, and my arms were clinging onto the meat of Flynn’s back, and when his eyes hooked onto mine, I swore I could see a glimmer of a tear brewing right behind them.

“And I love you, too, Chelsea. So fucking much.”

He rolled his hips into mine, and I locked my legs around his calves. I kept my eyes hooked onto his until he dipped his face into the crook of my neck, and I knew the moment he picked up his pace that I was done for. His hips slammed into mine, and his dick continuously filled me to the brim, and when his balls began to smack against the crack of my ass, I laid my teeth into his neck.

I moaned, and I whimpered into his skin as his dick grew thicker inside of me, and when I felt myself on the brink of bursting Flynn reared up and threw my legs over his shoulders.

“Oh, fuck! Flynn. Yes! Right there! Holy… Shit!”

My back arched and my fingernails dug into his thighs, and my pussy began to clench down onto Flynn and milk him for all he was worth. My body shook in his wake while his hips continued their endless assault, and when he finally plowed one last time into my body and stilled himself, I could feel him pumping his essence deep into the pits of my body. I shook with each throb his dick pulsed as I heaved to catch my breath, and when Flynn’s body dropped down onto mine, I wrapped my arms and legs around him to get him as close as I could get him.

“Don’t leave,” I whispered. “Please, don’t leave.”