Loved Forever - Tattooed Brides

“You don’t have to do this, Abigail,” he says through gritted teeth. I look up at him. “You don’t belong on your knees.” Isn’t he cute? I may have never done this before, but I want to do it more than I did before.

“Don’t all those who worship belong on their knees?” I ask before very deliberately pulling his cock into my mouth. The taste of his precum explodes in my mouth causing me to moan. He groans and puts his hands in my hair. Pulling me tightly to him, he pumps his hips, allowing me to take more of him into my mouth.

“Good girl,” he praises me in a tight voice, and I eat it up like I’m starving.

I run my tongue along the underside of his length and swirl it around the tip. I take him as far as I can before I come off of him, just to catch my breath. Before he can say anything else, I start all over again. I feel it contract in my mouth. He pulls me off of him and pulls me to my feet.

“I wasn’t done with that,” I mock pout.

“I am not wasting it. Not until I knock you up,” he says.

“What?” I ask in shock.

“I took you bare last night, Abigail. That makes you mine.” His matter of fact voice makes me nod my head in agreement.

“Oh,” I whisper. I didn’t think to ask him about protection. I just assumed that he took care of that. What does that say about me? About us? His hand reaches out and grabs my chin. He pulls my face closer to his until his lips touch mine. The icy water of the shower reminds me just how long I’ve been in here.

“Welcome to forever, Abigail.”

“What about love?” I blurt out, knowing full well that I love him and am praying that he loves me too. He grips my hips and pulls my whole body closer to him.

“Don’t you feel this between us? This crazy, insane pull. It’s like the universe itself has plotted until the moment we met. I know you feel it too. You couldn’t touch me as you do, take my cock, my seed, or even my hand if we didn’t already love each other on every level. Forget what you think the rules are, Plum. We make the fucking rules. In case you couldn’t tell, I love you, woman.” Between the way he’s looking at me and the possessive hold he has on my hips, I fall completely over the edge of sanity and headfirst into love with him. Oh, God. I think my ovaries just jumped.

“I love you too, Isaac. It’s crazy but I don’t care. Please don’t hurt me,” I beg him before he kisses me again.

“I’ll never hurt you, Abigail but I’ll kill anyone who does,” he growls.

“You will? You’re going to protect me from the world?”

“I am. Until the day I die, so get used to it,” he says turning me around so that my ass pressed up against him. “Put your hands on the wall,” he whispers in my ear as his hand travels down my back, caressing every inch as he does so. I do what he says and brace myself as he kicks my legs apart.

“Oh, God,” I moan as he rubs his cock through my folds before slamming into me.

“I should stop, let you rest, but I can’t.”

“I can take it,” I say over my shoulder. I can’t say any more than that because he pulls out and slams back into me over and over until I am screaming his name. He fills me again before pulling out of my pussy and turning the water off.

“Let’s get warmed up,” he says, wrapping me a huge fluffy towel.

“That sounds like a great idea,” I say. “I could cook for you.”

“Now that sounds like a great idea,” he says chuckling.

I need to get clothes, but luckily, his sister and I are about the same size. I hope she doesn’t mind me wearing her stuff. I leave Isaac in the living room watching sports highlights from yesterday and I head into the kitchen to see what I can make us. He’s fully stocked, so I decide on biscuits and gravy, with bacon.

I am dancing around, about to pull the biscuits out of the oven when the door from the garage to the kitchen opens.

“Who the fuck are you?” A voice says, scaring the shit out of me. I almost drop the pan but manage to keep a hold of it, setting it gently on the stovetop.

“Shit! You scared me,” I say, turning to look at a pretty red-haired girl.

“Sorry. I wasn’t expecting a woman to be here. Isaac is pretty much a loner.”

“He is watching TV. I’m Abby. You must be Cora,” I say extending my hand to her.