Feeling her come and knowing just how full of love my heart is for her sends me over the edge. With a roar, I tug on her hair and grip her ass tight, driving my throbbing cock balls-deep in her tight little pussy before suddenly, I explode. My balls twitch, and I cry out as I start to pump rope after thick, sticky rope of cum deep inside of her. I roar again, just holding myself as deep as I can possibly go as I flood her womb with my seed, until I can feel it leaking out around us and dribbling down her thighs.
I pull out, stroking my cock and groaning as my balls twitch again. Another thick rope of cum spurts out of me, leaving a thick white streak across her ass. I pump again, and more and more cum just keeps erupting from my cock. I growl, spraying my sticky cum across her ass and her pussy, until I’ve made a fucking mess of her as it drips down her skin.
With a moan, we both collapse onto the bed, gasping for air and shaking in the aftershocks of it all. I’m on my back, panting as I turn to see her face down, a look of pure bliss and exhaustion on her face. I glance lower, smirking smugly at the sight of my pearly white cum glistening all over her—splattered and streaked across her ass, her thighs, and her back.
Marking her as mine.
I lean over, and when our lips touch gently, she moans softly into the kiss.
“Holy fuck, baby,” she mumbles, groaning as she stretches and bites her lip, basking in the afterglow of the orgasms I’ve just dragged from her body.
“Done yet?” she grins. But as she opens her eyes and locks them on mine, and sees the heat still roaring in mine, her cheeks flush red. Her eyes drop to my cock, still standing rock hard and pulsing up from my abs, and she knows the answer before I even make a move.
She whimpers in pleasure as I pull her into me, both of us on our sides facing each other as I raise one of her legs and move into position, my cock head nudging against her silken, swollen pink pussy lips.
“Not even close, angel,” I purr as I ease the head inside, her breath catching as the moan falls from her lips.
“Not even fucking close.”
8
Brooks
It’s hours later by the time I’m done with her. “Done” being, well, not the best word to use there. “Temporarily through with claiming every inch of her body and making her come until she can hardly stand or breathe” might be a better way of putting it.
We’re in our old living room, on the old couch, curled up in front of the fireplace the way we used to be. There’s no Netflix movie we’ve seen a million times playing now though. No distractions. Tonight, it’s just her and I.
“So…”
Leanna arches a brow at me, looking both adorable and entirely fuckable curled up on the couch facing me with her legs tucked under her. The cute look on her face and the curled-up pose is the adorable part. The fact that she’s just wearing my dress shirt and that with her legs like that, I’m completely distracted by the fact that I can see a little peek of her pussy and one nipple is the fuckable part.
I growl and move towards her, but she giggles, pushing me back and wagging a finger in my face.
“Uh-uh, hang on cowboy. I want answers first.”
“First?”
She grins. “Hands off until you tell me about that helicopter and this suit you’re wearing.”
I growl, a grin of my own spreading over my face. “This feels like extortion.”
She just shrugs, biting her lip as she smiles at me in that way that has my heart beating out of my chest. She sticks her tongue out at me playfully as she opens the shirt quickly, giving me a full flash of her nudity before yanking it back closed and giggling.
“Maybe. But too bad.”
I chuckle, shaking my head before I sit back against the couch in just the pair of boxers I’m in.
“It was your lawyer that called me, back when I was still on the rig. We’d missed a few days talking with me being on the night schedule and you trying to lock down those interviews. And after four days, that’s when I got the call.”
Her mouth purses shut, and there’s a fire in her eyes. “You know that wasn’t my lawyer, right?”
I smile. “Well, yeah. Now I do.”
“How…” she shakes her head, looking away as a tear rolls down her cheek. “You really thought I’d just leave you? Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Leanna,” I growl, my jaw clenching. “I called. I called a million times, and it never went through. Eventually, I figured out that your number had blocked mine. My emails bounced back too. There was nothing. I called that lawyer another million times too, but I got nothing out of him. Just that you were filing for divorce and there was another guy. A week later, I got the papers in the mail. I called the guy back and told him I refused to sign them, and a week after that, I got new ones with the finalized divorce, pushed through by a judge in my absence and ‘failure to comply.’”