Something So Right (Something So 1)

He throws his head back and growls and it’s as if he snapped. Because he starts to finger fuck me so hard I think I’ll fly off the bed, both holes used at the same time.

“I want to come in your mouth, babe,” he says mid pant. I don’t even think I’ve heard him because I’m in my own world. The sensation of everything going on is too much. My pussy is getting ready to come. The feeling from my nipples all the way to my toes grows tight. He chooses that moment to take his two fingers and rub against my G-spot. “Babe, squeezing my fingers is almost pushing me out.”

I’m so wet it’s dripping. I feel it drip down my leg and just when I’m coming to terms with coming all over his face, I push his fingers out, squirting him. Holy fucking shit, what the fuck is happening? But he doesn’t stop. He puts his fingers back in, dragging them right along my soft spot, making me tremble on top of him. It’s too much for him because he tells me he’s coming. I swallow his cock to the back of my throat and fist his base in my hands, jerking him off till I taste the hot saltiness that is only him. He fucks my face the whole time he comes, and I swallow every single drop of him, continuing even when he’s finished.

I don’t do it for long, till he takes my ankles and flips me over. I spread for him. The look in his eyes is filled with lust, making me want it bad. Hard. Wet.

“Never came so hard in my life.” He pulls my knees back, really opening me for him. He places his cock at my opening. I’m thinking he’s going to ram me hard, but he does the opposite, entering me inch by fucking inch. The heels of my shoes push his ass into me.

“Harder.” I grab his ass with my nails.

He doesn’t move an inch. Instead, he moves side to side, making his pelvis rub against my clit. I contract around him, knowing it’ll drive him crazy. “Going to squeeze that cum right out of you.” I rake my nails down his pecs, pinching his nipples.

“Move.” I arch up and down, creating friction on my clit area. He pulls out slowly and pushes my legs back, smashing back into me hard.

“Play with yourself.”

I lick my fingers and roll my nipples, pulling them up, then moving down, grabbing his cock when he pulls out of me. He slaps it on my clit, making the head go into circles, then takes his fingers, tracing his name on my pussy.

“Brand you for real,” he says, thumbing my clit. “Put me back in you, babe.”

I put him at my entrance, and he slams into me hard, going deeper than before. The more he moves in me the more he throws my legs back. I one up him by taking my legs and placing them up on his shoulders, crossing my ankles behind his neck.

He goes the deepest that I think anyone has ever gone. “Tight, babe”—he slams into me—“so fucking tight”—slams harder, faster—“look at me,”—slam—“your pussy is taking my cock.” He slams one more time, and I’m there, so fucking there. My finger rubs frantically, trying to push myself over. My stomach starts to get that feeling of letting go.

“I’m coming. Oh my God, I’m coming.” And I fucking come hard, clenching him once, twice, three times, till he throws his head back, slamming into me one more time and roaring. I feel him pulse in me, feel him empty all in me.

He opens my legs and comes down to me, putting pressure on his arms so he doesn’t squash me. “How long does this tattoo last?” he asks, trying to catch his breath.

I run my hand up, cupping his cheek, making my thumb rub his bottom lip. “I have no idea. It didn’t say.”

“Can we wet it?” he asks, pulling out of me, making me feel a loss. His cum leaks out of me. He pushes his fingers in me, bringing them out covered in both of our juices, then he takes his finger and traces his name. “Best fucking feeling in the world having you there tonight,” he says, still tracing away. “You, the kids…I felt like a beast. Like I wanted to rip my jersey off. First time I ever felt so proud to have my family there.”

He looks at me then. Tears are forming in my eyes. In that moment I know that he’s never had this. He’s never had unconditional love before. He never had what I had. Never had that feeling that at the end of the day nothing mattered because I had two people who would love me regardless of who or what I did.