She’s more than I imagined her to be. Her cunt is hotter, tighter, and wetter than I anticipated. I tongue her mouth and use my knee to drive into her, marking every millimeter of her virgin cunt with my steel cock.
I cup her tit in my hand, molding it, massaging it, plucking the ripe nipple until it’s hard and rosy. I bend down and take that pert nib in my mouth. Her nails scrape against my skull, and shivers run down my spine. I want to come but not before her. I reach between us and find her clit. I rub that little piece of skin in circles, and Glory goes crazy.
She throws her head back, arches her back, and drives her hips against mine. Her body tenses as her orgasm begins to take over. Her mouth opens, and wordless pleas drip from her lips. I want to hear my name. I need to hear it.
“Tell me you’re mine, Glory. Say it. Say you belong to Corby.”
“I...uhhhh...right there...my God…”
“My name,” I order. Sweat drips down the sides of my face as I thrust inside of her.
“Corby. Corby. Corby.”
Stars explode behind my eyes as my release shoots out of me in long, milky threads. She cries out as the heat of my cum splashes against her walls. Her own orgasm explodes inside of her, pushing her over the edge of sense into sensation where all that exists is wave after wave of pleasure.
I pummel that virgin cunt, coming and coming until there isn’t a drop of liquid left in my body. Spent, I collapse at her side. “Baby, baby, you’re mine forever now,” I tell her, gathering her shuddering body against me. “Can’t ever leave. Won’t let you.”
I don’t know if she responds because sleep drags me under, but I do know that I don’t let her go all night long.
Chapter Eighteen
Glory
I try and stretch but quickly realize I’m not getting anywhere. Big arms are wrapped around me tightly, holding me close. I’m not going anywhere. I smile, remembering how we couldn’t keep our hands off one another throughout the night and also because I’m happy that I waited for the right person to take my heart.
I open my eyes to see the sunlight pouring in. I feel the slight ache between my thighs, but I welcome it. This sex thing was way better than I thought it was going to be. Corby is working hard at showing me what it would be like if we really lived together. I have to admit that he’s definitely winning.
After yesterday I know that what I feel for Corby is real. The fear and panic I’d felt at losing him before I ever really got to have him had me tossing away all my reservations. I knew in that moment that I needed to throw out any thoughts of trying to keep barriers up between us or questioning if this could hurt me.
I try and reach for my phone when I see the screen light up. I get one finger on it and drag it close enough for me to grab.
“Crap!” I try and wiggle out of Corby’s hold. He grunts and tightens it. My boss is trying to get a hold of me. I suppose I am the center of a story. “I have to work.”
“Kiss me, and I’ll let you go.”
“Morning breath—" He cuts me off with his mouth.
“You’re mine now. I get to kiss you whenever I want,” he says against my mouth before releasing me. I sit there. A sexy smirk forms on his lips. If I’m his, then he’s mine. I get lost in that idea. “Thought you had work?”
“What?” I asked, confused. My phone vibrates in my hand, reminding me of real life again.
“Oh crap.” I roll over before slipping off the bed naked. I grab Corby’s shirt from the floor and pull it on as I head out of the room. My stuff is still in my bag, and there’s no time to find some clean clothes.
I pause when I think I see something move outside on the ground. Then I see a bunch of people out front. I step out on the porch, and cameras start going off, as well as many voices shouting questions over one another. I stand there in shock for a moment, unable to move.
An arm wraps around my waist, picking me up and bringing me back into the house. He puts me down and starts pulling the curtains. When he turns back around, he doesn’t look too happy.
“Pants!”
I look down, having forgotten I’m only wearing his shirt. I let out a groan.
“I'm supposed to find and write the story. Not be the story!” I throw my hands up. My phone starts buzzing again. I’m either going to get a raise or be fired. I’m really not sure which at this point. “Is that paparazzi or the news thinking you tried to kill someone?”