And Then There Was Her (And then There Was 1)

“Yes,” she whispered. “Oliver, you’re stretching me so good.”

A groan left me at her words, and when her tight body clenched around me. I moved faster and harder in and out of her, unable to control myself. Her pussy tightened around me continuously, and I clenched my teeth. My balls drew up tight with my impending orgasm. I was going to come, and I was going to fill her up with it. I was going to make her so full of it that my seed would slip out of her pussy and coat her skin. I’d make her rub it in like fucking lotion, make her smell like me, marked by me.

She dug her nails into my skin, and I hissed out, loving the pain and pleasure that followed.

“That’s it, Adele baby.”

Lifting up just enough so my arms were locked straight and my chest no longer touched hers, I looked down at where our bodies were connected again. Fuck, it was hot, gorgeous… turned me on so damn much.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Harder and faster, Oliver.” She arched her back, her breasts rising up from the motion, her nipples puckering even more, her skin flushed.

My gaze was trained on the sight of her tips elongating farther. I was going to give her what she asked for. I was going to give her everything. I sat back on my knees, wrapped my hands around her curvy waist, and dug my fingers into her pliant, soft flesh. And then I fucked her.

I was mindless in my need to pleasure her. The sexual, wet sounds of my cock moving in and out her cunt was an auditory orgasm all its own. I bottomed out every time I thrust back inside.

Over and over, I did this, my balls slapping against her peach-shaped ass.

She gasped. “I’m going to come again, Oliver.” The way she moaned had my pleasure mounting. Knowing I was the one giving this ecstasy to Adele felt good in more than just a sexual way.

The sensations were all-consuming pleasure and had my orgasm washing through me before I could stop it. Her pussy muscles milked my dick, tightening and relaxing so that I couldn’t hold off from coming.

“Fuck. It’s so good.” My body involuntarily jerked against her as I came. I emptied myself inside her willing body. The fact that I filled her with my seed, made her take all my cum, claimed her, and saturated her with the most intimate part of me had my arousal going so fucking high I couldn’t rein it in.

“Fuck, Adele, baby.” I continued to thrust into her shallowly, seeing the pleasure on her face, wanting to prolong it as much as I could. I didn’t want this to end, didn’t want to pull out of her sweet, wet, and warm pussy. “I’ll never let you go, Adele. I’ll never let anyone else have you.” Those words were stated so harshly, so fucking possessively, I saw the surprise on her face.

She stared up at me with wide, pleasure-filled eyes. “Good,” she cried out and then moaned. “Yes, Oliver.”

Everything about Adele made me hard, needy, and possessive.

I cupped the side of her face and groaned, “You’re mine.”

She nodded, these little breathless sounds leaving her. “I’m yours, and I’m not going anywhere, Oliver.” Those words were hushed, passionate. “I’ll always be yours.”

Yeah, she fucking would.

I leaned closer and ran the tip of my nose up the length of her throat, inhaling deeply and taking her intoxicating scent into my body. She smelled sweet and clean. She smelled like mine.

I wished I could mark her like some kind of animal.

“Christ, baby.” This was what it meant to want a woman so badly it ate away at everything else, to love someone so deeply it consumed every single inch of you, seeped into your marrow. I knew it would always be this way with her. Always.

I ran my teeth over her flesh, a harsh groan leaving me, my pleasure sated momentarily, because I was with Adele. This was how it was every time with her. This was how it would always be. I gave her neck one last lick and pulled out of her, and she rolled onto her side.

God, she felt incredible. I kissed her on the forehead, pulled back, and just stared at Adele for a prolonged second. Fuck, I was so damn lucky to have her, to call her my woman, to be able to love her and have her love in return. I smoothed my hands over the indentation of her spine, along the curve of her ass, and loved that her flesh puckered for me, that she was so receptive to my touch. Adele was mine—every part of her was only mine. I didn’t deny myself when it came to her. I didn’t deny either of us. I’d give her the world ten times over if it would make her happy.