“That’s it baby, come for me,” I urge her.
“I’m going to come,” she yells, and I can’t be sure she even hears me; she’s going wild in my arms and it’s beautiful.
“Look at me, Carly,” I demand and I can feel my cum building. I’m going to lose it soon. She slowly opens her eyes, looking at me, her body bucking underneath me as she fights to claim my cock, her greedy pussy demanding he come back inside to the hilt. “This is my pussy now. It belongs to me, just like you do. There’s no going back now, Carly. Do you hear me?”
“No going back,” she sighs.
“Admit you’re mine, Carly. I need to hear you say it.”
“I’m yours, Stone. I’m yours,” she says.
With that, I fuck her hard. She might be small, but she can take me. She was made for me. I keep teasing her clit with my finger and thrusting into her at a fast, steady rhythm. I feel the exact moment that Carly’s climax hits her.
“Give it to me baby, give it to me,” I whisper in her ear as I blanket her body, sinking up to my balls and grinding her tight little cunt.
“Stone!” she cries as she comes apart on me. Her greedy pussy sucks my cock and triggers my own orgasm. I release jet after jet of hot cum inside of her and I don’t stop until she’s so full it’s dripping down my balls.
Carly is mine. Finally, after all this time, I have her and I’m never letting her go.
Chapter Fourteen
Stone
“Is sex always like that?” Carly asks, once I disengage our bodies. I pull her to my side and hold her carefully, letting my fingers brush through her hair.
“It will be for you,” I vow to her. “It will be better.”
“Now you’re bragging,” she says. She has the biggest smile on her face. It radiates, even with her eyes closed. She’s satisfied and happy and I gave that to her. For some reason, I have the strongest urge to strut in pride.
“You’ll see, baby. You’ll see,” I tell her, kissing her forehead. I regretfully pull away, needing to tend to her before we fall asleep.
“Where are you going?” she whines, and I was smiling before, but now I really am. She doesn’t want me to leave her.
“I’ll be right back,” I reassure her, then walk to the far corner of the room where the bathroom area is. I grab a washcloth and heat it with hot water, squeezing out the excess.
“You’ve got the nicest ass,” she says and I look over my shoulder to find her propped up on the bed, staring at me. She’s so pretty she takes my breath.
I’m a lucky son of a bitch.
“Thanks.” I laugh, walking back to her.
“And your hair. I’m so jealous of your hair. I never used to like when a man wore his hair so long, but on you it looks really good.”
“Glad you approve.”
“I mean really, really good.”
I laugh at that; I can’t help it.
“Oh my God! You’re hard again. How can you be hard after what we just did?” she asks, her eyes large as she watches my cock bounce as I walk.
“Because I want more of you,” I tell her with a frank honesty I’ve never shared with another woman.
“Can we? Again? So close together? I thought men needed time to… recover?”
“We could, but we’re not going to,” I say as I make it back to the bed. I lean on the foot of it, positioning myself and then help hold her legs apart.
“We’re not?” she asks and her voice is laced with so much disappointment, I feel the urge to fuck her to show her just how much I want her. “Stone! What are you doing?” she cries as I maneuver the hot cloth against her pussy.
“Making sure my woman is cleaned up and taken care of,” I answer. She hisses gently as I probe a little more. “And that’s why we aren’t going to do anything else tonight.”
“It only hurts a little,” she grumbles.
“Trust me, Carly. If I take you again, it will hurt a lot. We need to wait.”
“Okay,” she whispers, studying my face. I push my hair back and return her stare.
“Okay? Just like that?”
“If you say we need to wait, we need to wait.”
“I wish you would have told me you were a virgin, Carly. I would have made it better for you.”
Her face colors as she listens to me, but she doesn’t look down. She keeps her gaze focused on me.
“If it got much better it might have killed me,” she says with a smile.
“You’re good for my ego. I need to talk to you about something,” I tell her, tossing the cloth across the room. It lands on the floor, but close to the hamper.