She turns her head, trying to catch my eyes, and there’s a painful twist on her lips as she gives my balls a little squeeze.
“Beg,” I order, knowing I’m on a countdown, but the way she’s leaking down my balls and I’m working her clit, she’s ready to go over the edge with me.
“I’m begging already.” Her voice is high and tight. “Please, is that what you want? Please, I’m begging. I want your cum.” I squeeze her clit and her eyes close, her mouth opening as her body freezes. “I’m close. God, Roan, God, yes…”
She’s saying something else, but I no longer hear anything. Her insides flex and pulse, milking my orgasm from me in splashes of white light as the room fades into darkness.
Her orgasm rips through her as her hand falls from my balls, her body thrashing and twisting as I put both hands on her hips and hang on for dear life as she bucks like a bronco.
I don’t know how long we hang there in that shattering bliss, but it feels like forever and at the same time, a split second.
It’s over too fast and I collapse onto her back, wrapping my arms around her, keeping my throbbing dick seated deep as I pull her into me and we fall onto our sides, panting, and her body shakes, another pulse of an orgasm taking her as I hold her tight.
“I’ve got you, baby. Let it go. I’m right here.”
The climax gushes and soaks us both as her screams turn into sobs and her body starts to shake.
“I’m not sure what’s happening. I can’t stop it…”
I curl my arms around her, tighter, as another wave of spasms convulses through her, taking her breath and my heart with her. I soothe her as her body softens, and I nuzzle into her neck, her hair still damp with the scent of sweet lilac shampoo and the clean chlorine from the pool.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this. To deserve having her drop into my life like a miracle from above, but now that she’s here, I’m going to make her my queen and give her a kingdom worthy of her rule.
“You’re okay,” I whisper as her breathing starts to steady and my dick is relentlessly hard inside her. I don’t understand this connection I feel for her, but I intend to spend the rest of our lives figuring it out.
I reach out in front of her, pull the loose bedding over us and kiss her hot cheek, wondering in this moment if my seed is finding its home inside her womb.
The thought nearly shatters my heart as her hand comes to mine, pulling it up and over her chest as her body melts, her breathing slows and I know she is mine.
9
Alice
In the span of a few days since I got here, it feels like the world has been spun around and I must be standing on my head because everything feels different.
Everything is different.
And I’m trying not to jinx it all. Roan is down the hall, reading to Linnie before he has to head out for some business meetings while I’m packing up my backpack. It’s felt like a fairy tale being here but I need to get back to work tonight and I still haven’t told Roan what I do. I told him I needed to go see my sister because she’s not feeling great, which isn’t a complete lie. He keeps telling me I’m his and in a matter of a few days, I actually feel he means it. How much has changed in such a short time.
But my world is calling.
The good news, is I set up the meeting at the club tonight for the sale of the brooch because that feels safer and I know Ropati will protect me if anything goes wrong. If all this works the way it should, I’ll take care of Lydia’s problems and have enough money to find some other sort of employment and leave the club behind. I’ll quit tonight if I can, then it won’t be like I really lied to Roan.
Still, dancing on this edge of duplicity feels icky.
Oddly enough, Lydia has actually calmed down asking me for money. She says Popcorn has given her a reprieve and she’s not sure why, but it at least bought me some time, so I’ve not left Roan’s house and it’s been like a dream.
He’s treated me like a queen. Offering to pay for college and basically telling me he wants me to move in here with him, but I guess deep down, I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop and this whole bubble of fairytale fantasy is going to pop.
I wonder if we’d be as good as we are if we were staying in my dingy little dorm room and both of us were struggling to make ends meet? I think things are just easier for people who’ve always had money, which makes that little itch of doubt pulse. Could Roan and I really make a good match in the real world?