Waiting For You

Fuck, he would own me. There was no way I’d ever want to escape that cock.

His breathing rasped. “Fuck, it’s been so long,” he muttered. “I’m clean. Do I need a condom?”

I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of that. It was something we should have discussed before now. Still…

“I am, too. I have an IUD. Please…give me all of you.” His dick, all his come. I wanted to be filled by him, to have him mark me and make me new.

Mars groaned, pulling back. He still held me captive as he notched his cock to my opening and leaned forward to rasp his lips over my ear. “Are you ready for my Millennium-sized falcon to destroy you, Princess?”

I giggled, I couldn’t help it, his crazy words hitting me out of the blue. I yanked my wrists, but he didn’t let go.

“Let go of me, you Wookie-lover,” I choked, laughing.

He chuckled darkly. Reaching down, he drew a knuckle over my spread labia. “Oh, I don’t know. I love this bare pussy. So naughty, Princess.”

“Glad you love it. The curls are never coming back.” I’d had laser removal a few years ago, and I loved it. “Not that I want to please you, you space pirate.”

I yanked at my wrists for good measure, but he chuckled again and abandoned my opening, sawing his length along me again. I moaned. Fuck, I’d never thought playing could be so sensual.

“Oh, you please me, Princess,” he growled. His fingers tightened around my wrist. “You’re so pretty at my mercy.” That thick glans notched again, and this time, he pushed inside a bit. I sucked in a shuddery breath at the slight burn. It had been so long since I’d had anything inside me, even my fingers since I usually focused on my clit.

My walls protested, clenching shut, the squeeze even tighter with my legs trapped the way they were. Mars groaned as he pushed forward.

“Fuck,” he rasped. “I’ve dreamed of this, but nothing…not even close…so fucking good.”

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Oh, God…”

Irrevocably, he drove into my tight passage fighting his way deep, earning his claim, even as my slickness eased the way. A cry tore from me as he bottomed out, slamming hard against me as he buried that last inch.

I writhed, pulling to get free, to touch him, to get closer, and ever more turned on when he refused to release me. I protested when he pulled back, but he soon returned, starting a hard driving rhythm while he fucked me relentlessly.

Stars flew behind my eyes, and I screamed, my yells filling the air around us. He overwhelmed me and lit up the dark places inside me. It ripped me apart, opened me up, remade me.

Tears filled my eyes, streaming down the sides of my face, even as I chanted, “Yes, yes…yes!”

It cleansed me, and while he replaced everything in my soul with him, and only him, he bound me to his soul, taking a part of me I’d never get back.

“Reba,” he growled. “My only Princess. You’re mine. Mine!”

“Yes!” I cried, gasping as his drives grew harder, rough and uneven. Those stars glittered while I careened toward the cliff to ecstasy.

“Mars,” I yelled going over the edge. Then I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but fall…tumbling end over end into bliss so complete I knew I’d been changed for all time. And all the while I was safe. Safe in his arms to fly free.