I couldn’t handle it anymore. I grabbed a handful of her hair and making sure not to hurt her, I pulled her face near me again.
“I want your mouth again,” I said. She opened wide as I slid inside, my cock threatening to explode immediately. I gave her a few seconds, but it was too much and I was having way too much fun to stop now. I pulled away and she flashed me her pouting face again.
“Spread your legs,” I demanded. She laid back down, obeying me perfectly. I swallowed hard, my cock begging to slam inside of her, but I continued to resist. I grabbed the paddle and began softly slapping it against her outer lips. She shuddered with tap, her head thrown back in ecstasy. When I saw the faint glimmer of her juices flowing from her, coating the paddle, I couldn’t help myself.
I dove between her legs, licking her delicious nectar from her pulsing center. She tasted like love, like heaven, like candy, like anything and everything that was good in the world.
I thrust my tongue inside, grabbing her flailing hips to hold her still. She struggled against me and I held on tighter. Her moans filled the room and I sucked her clit into my mouth, hard. She cried out, just what I wanted. I sucked harder and harder until she was screaming my name, thrashing below me like a captured wildcat. I held on, continuing my assault until she stilled, her pussy filling my mouth with her pleasure.
Afterwards, she lay panting, submissive, her thighs fallen open, her pussy drenched with her juices.
I couldn’t wait any longer.
I slammed into her with the full force of my strength, my cock smoothly sliding into her as far as I could reach. She pulsed around me, her tightness threatening to push me over the edge right away. I took a deep breath, doing my best to hold on as I fucked into her over and over. The sensitivity passed, and my hard cock worked deeper into her, fucking her wildly, her pussy so soft, so wet, so fucking beautifully tight.
She fit like a glove.
“Yes, yes, yes…” she chanted, her beautiful voice rising up above my guttural moans. I hammered her hard, and then harder still.
I needed this so badly. I needed her. I needed us. I needed this family, this life, this acceptance and release, this magic we’d created together in the darkness of my heart.
She’d found a way to reach inside of me, illuminating my darkness and turning it into something else entirely—pure love.
She wrapped her arms and thighs around me as I kissed her, as I fucked her, as I gave her every ounce of love and lust that existed inside of me. My love flowed out of my cock and straight into her, filling her up with the heat of my release.
She cried out, her pussy slamming tightly around me as we crashed over the edge together, the lines between realism and magic blurring into one as our love brought us closer together, our bodies clinging to each other for sweet life…
Chloe
My ass still stung from yesterday’s sweet assault. My plan worked perfectly, leaving Bear relaxed and happy, and certainly sexually satisfied. We’d stayed in the dungeon playing for hours, locking ourselves away from the world. We’d finally gone to bed in the early morning hours, giggling and kissing, my skin tingling as we drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
I’d woken up as he’d kissed my forehead before leaving for work, his gentle touch a sweet contrast from last night’s paddle.
I stretched and opened my eyes a few minutes later, the sun shining in through the large windows of our bedroom.
I walked through the morning with a grin on my face and my heart full of love and joy. I still couldn’t believe my luck. I was starting to accept that this was my life, but I was still in awe of it all, the way it played out, the way Bear loved me, the way I loved him…
I had a busy day ahead of me. I had a doctor’s appointment at noon, which Bear was supposed to meet me at, and I was meeting Violet afterwards to do some planning. After that, I was meeting the seamstresses to look over their work. And tonight, Bear and I were supposed to meet up with Mom for an early dinner. I knew by the time I got back home for the night, I’d be exhausted.
Lately, all I wanted to do was sleep.
I slept in every morning as much as I could get away with. I took a nap every chance I got. And I was usually fast asleep by nine at night, if Bear wasn’t home. In fact, if I didn’t have so much to do, I’d probably crawl back into bed right now.
Instead, I decided to treat myself to breakfast as the bistro down the street. They had the best omelets and I’d been craving mushrooms like crazy. I was having the weirdest cravings. Last week, I’d made Bear go out in the middle of the night and get me all of the ingredients to make s’mores. We'd sat in the living room in front of the fireplace, trying not to burn ourselves as we pulled the foil packets from the fire, feeding each other sticky, gooey chocolate and marshmallows, laughing hysterically through it all. We’d ended up in the shower together after we realized licking it off wasn’t going to work out so well.
It was the best shower I’ve ever had.
I was smiling about it as I walked out into the crisp sunny day. As always, the city that never sleeps was wide awake. The stream of people outside of our building seemed to only let up in the early hours of the morning. Anytime after sunrise, it was a madhouse. Today was no exception.
Max had the day off today, so I joined the river of people and let them sweep me down the street with them towards the bistro. I was smiling, thinking of Bear, thinking of what I’d eat—extra mushrooms, extra cheese—when I felt a hand close around my arm.
Startled I pulled away before I looked up.
When I saw it was Randy, I bristled.
“Don’t touch me!” I said. “What are you doing?”
I stopped to face him, the stream of people rushing past us.
His face was twisted into an ugly grimace. He pushed something into my face
“Look at this!” he snarled.
“What is it?” I asked, looking down at it. It was a check. From Bear…
“What is this?” I asked, my heart jumping in my chest.
“Your husband is smarter than you,” he said. “I just thought you should know that he paid me money to leave you alone yesterday.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. I looked up at him, but the smug look on his face made me do a double take. I was furious, but I wasn’t about to give this horrible man the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten under my skin. I looked him straight in the eye, raising my chin defiantly.
“I already knew. So what the hell are you doing here?” I asked, my voice steely.
He blinked in surprise and took a step back.
“I thought he wasn’t going to tell you,” he said. My heart was breaking and I just wanted to get away from him. Why would Bear do such a thing?
“Well, he did. Go away. I never want to hear from you again. Do you understand? Did he tell you that, too?”
“Yeah,” he said, “he did.”
“Then leave!” I yelled, my voice barely rising above the traffic noise. “Go! Go on!” I pushed him away from me and turned and ran back to our building, leaving him behind, glad he hadn’t followed me because I didn’t want him to see the tears falling down my face.
I wasn’t crying because of him. I was crying because of Bear. How could he betray me like that? I’d asked him directly not to do that and he still did it!
By the time I got back to the penthouse, I was shaking.
I sank down onto the couch, crying into my hands.
Bear was late to the doctor’s appointment. M
y face was puffy from crying, but thankfully the doctor and her assistants pretended not to notice. By the time Bear came barreling through the door, I was already in the stirrups.
I hadn’t talked to him since this morning. He didn’t know Randy had come to see me again. I was planning on confronting him before the appointment, but since he was late, here I was—puffy, angry and half naked in a room with my doctor.
It was hardly the time to ask him why he’d given my deadbeat dad a bunch of money. I was appalled, though. And furious. And fucking hurt. He thought his fucking money could solve anything. But this was my problem, not his.
I wanted an explanation and I wasn’t sure if I’d even accept it. I couldn’t imagine anything he could say that would make me forgive him.
“Mr. Dalton,” Dr. Reynolds smiled, “so glad you could join us today.”
“Sorry I’m late,” he said, flashing a charming, apologetic smile to the doctor and leaning down and kissing my forehead.
Fuck, I thought, he smells good.
I stiffened at his touch, and when he put his palm over mine, I pulled away. I felt him looking at me, but I avoided his gaze. I kept my focus on the doctor. She was rolling the ultrasound wand over my belly and I looked past her at the monitor behind her.
“Oh!” I cried, as the baby came into view. When the racing sound of a strong and steady heartbeat filled the room, tears filled my eyes.
“That’s your baby right there,” she said. I nodded, my eyes glued to the screen.
Bear leaned down next to me, planting a kiss on my cheek. I moved my cheek away and I heard him gasp. He put his hand over mine again and I pulled away again.
“Chloe,” he said, his voice low and stern.
I ignored him, the tears in my eyes welling up bigger. My heart was pounding, my throat constricted and for fuck’s sake, I really didn’t want to do this right now, but I couldn’t look at him. Not without screaming.
So, I didn’t.
I squared my shoulders, lifted my chin and kept looking at the screen, pretending he hadn’t said my name.