That Ass Is Mine

She licked her lips.

Rather than have her squirm, even though it felt really good, he leaned down and kissed those lips, which he would have his cock sliding between very soon. “Do you want my cock, sweetheart?”

She nodded her head.

“Good. Then say it.”

He waited.

Patiently.

All he wanted to do was fuck her hard, but instead, he smiled at her and waited. Finally, after what felt like forever, she spoke.

“I want you to fuck me, Sarge. I want you to move your cock inside me.”

Holding on to her hips, he gave her exactly what she wanted. They both cried out at the instant hit of pleasure.

He pulled all the way out of her until only the tip of him remained, and then thrust in deep. Sarge glanced down between them, seeing the blood that coated his cock. This woman hadn’t had a single man between her thighs. He was the first and as far as he was concerned, the only man that was going to be inside her.

Sarge froze at the thought.

This wasn’t supposed to be long-term. He didn’t keep women for longer than a couple of weeks.

“What is it?” Talia asked.

Realizing he’d stopped, he began to slowly thrust in and out of her, giving him the chance to enjoy her moans and sweet sounds. In and out, deep and hard.

He didn’t know if he could keep Talia.

Boredom always kicked in.

He hadn’t promised her forever, so there was no reason for him to start now.

Sarge felt his orgasm beginning to build and this time, he didn’t stop. He fucked her hard and fast, loving every second of being inside her tight little cunt.

The moment he came, he claimed her lips, kissing her as he spilled wave upon wave of cum within her. In the back of his mind, he knew this wasn’t the brightest thing to have done. She wasn’t on the pill and now he’d just increased the chances of getting her pregnant.

As the pleasure ebbed away, he pulled away to see her smiling up at him.

“I know you wanted slow.”

“Sarge, you don’t know what I wanted. All I wanted was that and wow,” she said with a giggle.

He chuckled.

She nodded.

“Good. I’m happy.”

“Me too.”

He reached out, stroking her cheek. “Now, we’ve got to go clean this up.”

“Oh.” She frowned as she looked down at him. He pulled out of her and there was now blood and their combined releases decorating his cock. Without another word, he kissed the inside of her thigh, having this overwhelming feeling of keeping her. He picked her up in his arms.

“Sarge, I can walk.”

He carried her all the way upstairs to his bedroom, which he was mightily proud of. A large tub sat in the center of the bathroom. He’d installed a shower in the corner for those days when he didn’t have time, nor the luxury. There were few things he enjoyed in this life, and one of those was a long soak in the tub. He didn’t fucking care if it made him girly, but he enjoyed it. After years of being out on the open road, a long wash in the tub was exactly what the doctor ordered as far as he was concerned.

Talia stayed quiet as he filled the tub, adding in some salts to help soothe her body.

When it was done, he picked her up in his arms, carried her over the threshold, put her down into the water, and followed her inside. He was going to cherish this moment. Rather than give her space, he moved and pulled her into position in front of him, banding his arms around her. He placed kisses at her neck.

“How was your first time?” he asked.

She giggled. “That was amazing.” She reached up, cupping his cheek. “Thank you.”

“No, baby, thank you.” He kissed her again and groaned. “Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?” His cock was already thickening against her ass.

“I have an idea.”

“Are you sore?”

She tilted her head back and shook her head. “Not at all.”

****

Talia stood, holding a cup of coffee, staring at Sarge’s naked ass. He’d fucked her four times last night, and they’d gotten to sleep around seven in the morning. She’d never been awake all night before. Glancing over at the clock, she saw it was a little after ten. She’d climbed out of bed twenty minutes ago, used his bathroom, and made her way downstairs. The coffee pot had brewed. She’d also let Russ out for a walk.

Sipping at the dark liquid, she couldn’t take her eyes away from the hard planes of his ass. She’d admired his body plenty of times while at the bar, but now, naked, she got to see the teasing marks of his ink that touched the top swells of his ass.

The tattoo itself was dark, with what appeared to be shading working into the darkness. The design looked like a graveyard in the moonlight. There was one spark of color, in a tree. A single apple held onto a branch.