She moans, writhing back against me, fucking herself on my cock. I let her for a few strokes, giving her just enough leeway to let her punish herself, teasing and tantalizing herself but unable to get what she really needs.
“Such a naughty girl, using my cock like that. You need me to give you more?”
She mumbles incoherently, but she nods, tremors rolling up her spine as I pull back and thrust in slowly, torturing both of us and making her eyes flutter closed.
“Then give me your hands, Allison.”
She reaches her hands behind her, elbows bent and holding one another. I place a strong hand over her forearms, pinning them to her back before gathering her chocolate tresses in my other hand. I pull back gently, forcing her back to arch, opening her pussy even more as I thrust in deeper and find where that edge of pleasure and pain is for her, knowing I’m going to push her limits.
“Remember you asked for this, Allison.”
It’s both a promise and a warning, and I slam into her, her body quaking with the force of my thrust. She cries out sharply, and I thrust again and again, picking up speed until I’m fucking her hard and rough, deep and fast.
We’re a single body, the sharing of our fluids only making this more savage, and we both strive for more.
“Oh, my God, Dominick!”
I grin ferally, my inner beast unleashed as my hips smack her ass. “You like that, don’t you, Allison? You want me to fuck your pussy hard so you know who it belongs to, isn’t that right?”
“Yes!” she screams senselessly. “Yes!”
I’m not sure if she’s answering my questions or just begging me to keep going. I lean forward, my whisper harsh in her ear. “Who do you belong to? Say my name when you come, Allison.”
She shudders, the words more breath than sound, but she says it, sanctifying this and blessing me with her words. “Dominick. I’m yours, Dominick.”
I can feel her pussy quivering around me, hungrily milking my cock as it demands my cum. I can’t hold back anymore, physically or emotionally, as she repeats the words I so desperately need to hear, the ones that give me the relief that she is mine. My hands tighten, my arms going rock-hard to keep her still, and I pound into her with deep, hard thrusts, each one emphasized with a word.
“I. Love. You. Allison. You. Are. Mine.”
The words and thoughts ratchet into a roar as everything releases, and I fill her with rope after rope of my hot cum, filling her to overflowing as it leaks out around me.
When I can breathe again, I stay pressed against Allie, releasing her arms and hair but wrapping my arms around her waist, grinding inside her as I look down. I marvel at the sight of her puffy lips still gripping me. If I could, I would never leave the warmth of Allie’s pussy, the shiny slick juices all over both of us. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Evidence of our fucking. Proof of our love.
I slip out of her and crawl up next to her, lying on my back and pulling her to my side, where she lays her head on my chest.
“Are you lying in the wet spot?” she asks after a hushed few moments. “I think we made a bit of a mess.”
I smile lazily, my fingers tracing the soft skin at her shoulder. “I would happily lay in our wet spot if it meant cuddling with you after fucking you like that.”
She lifts up onto her elbows, a syrupy grin washing over face. “You say the sweetest things, always sounding like you’re quoting poetry or some famous literature guy, when they’re just your own words. But I think that is probably the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me because I know what a sacrifice lying in the wet spot is. Especially for a guy like you.”
I grin and roll, putting her under me.
She squeals, laughing at the same time. “What are you doing? You said you’d lie in the wet spot but you’re getting me all in it now.”
“Not willing to sacrifice for me?” I say with a straight face.
She giggles and agrees. “Okay, maybe a little.”
It’s quiet for a moment, both of us just enjoying sharing space, sharing breath.
“I heard you, you know.”
Her eyes lift to mine, almost shy with the admission, and I can see she thinks I spoke the words in the heat of the moment, that I didn’t mean them. I brush a lock of hair back from her cheek, tracing her cheekbone with my thumb.
“I meant every word. I love you, Allison. And you are mine. Today, tomorrow, forever.”
Chapter 19
Allie
There’s a moment of silence, and my brain resonates with the intensity of his words. It’s seemingly so sudden, but my heart and soul leave no doubt that he’s telling me the truth. He loves me. And in that instant, the truth strikes me hard. I love him too.