Until Forever - You're Mine

The sound of his cock moving in and out of my pussy filled the room.

“Fuck, I’m so close, Abigail,” he roared out.

My pussy muscles clenched around him, and he bucked against me harder.

“Abigail,” he groaned and tipped his head back, his neck muscles straining. “Baby, I’m going to come.” He was panting, every muscle in his body ripped, corded. “But I need you to get off. I want us to both go over the edge together.”

And I wanted to see him get off because of me.

“Christ. I love you so much.” He thrust in deep. “I’ve been waiting for this moment, for you to be mine, for a long fucking time.”

“Me too,” I moaned, the pleasure escalating. I was going to get off, right along with him.

Max looked at me then, and as I stared back at him, I knew his control was absolutely gone.

“I’m going to come,” I groaned and thrust my breasts out as the pleasure started to crest.

“Fuck. Yeah, baby. That’s it.” He pounded into me harder, faster.

My inner muscles clamped down hard, and we both moaned. He started fucking me with fervor, his shaft hitting something deep inside me. Stars danced in front of my vision and the sensations nearly consumed me.

“That’s it.”

I knew the moment Max got off right along with me. His huge body went rigid, and this deep sound left him when he buried himself to the hilt. I could only stare in awe at him, let the tremors of ecstasy wash through me, and hang on as he took me higher.

It was long seconds before his body finally relaxed, before my inner muscles stopped clenching around his shaft. He rested his full weight on me, and the air left me pleasantly, his weight a comfort. I loved that our skin was sweaty, damp from what we’d just done.

I wasn’t a virgin any longer, and I’d given it to the man I loved, the only boy I’d ever wanted to own it.

He rolled off me, and I grunted in disappointment, but he didn’t make me wait for him to pull me back in against the warmth of his big body. My back was to his chest, and he wrapped a muscular arm around my waist. The feeling of his still semi-hard erection was nestled at the base of my spine, his cock slick because he’d been inside me.

He had his hand sliding along my belly and then between my legs, his fingers gently stroking me there. “I belong in here, always.” He was being so possessive, so obscene, and every part of me loved it.

Max removed his hand, and I turned in his arms so we were face-to-face. The sweat dried on our bodies and contentment filled me. I leaned up to kiss him, my lips pressing softly to his. God, this felt good. Right.

And in that moment, I knew I’d never get enough.

“You know I meant every single word I said, right?”

I licked my lips and nodded. “I know, and I meant them too.”

He cupped my cheek and stroked my skin with his thumb.

“I meant every fucking word.” He seemed so desperate for me to believe him.

“I know, Max. And hearing you say that, wanting me to know that for sure, makes me love you even more.”

“No one will ever compare to you, to what we can have. Nothing will ever compare to what we will have, Abigail.” The smile he gave me had my heart skipping a beat. “I won’t let you go. Ever. You realize that?”

I grinned. “Good. I wouldn’t want it any other way.” I felt the love he had for me.

He held me tighter. “It’s always been you for me,” he whispered. “Always.”

And that right there was what I’d call a happily ever after.

Epilogue One

Max

One year later

There hadn’t been a future for me until Abigail came into my life. I’d known that at thirteen when I first saw her, and I knew that now, all these years later.

I pulled to a stop in front of my place, the duplex small, with one bedroom and a small postage-stamp-sized yard. But it was perfect, not just for me, but for Abigail too. We’d moved in together, and I couldn’t lie and say I wasn’t pleased I finally had her close. I didn’t like having her so far away, not close to me where I could protect her… where I could love her.

I climbed out of the car and made my way to the front door. Immediately, I heard music playing. She was a Classic Rock kind of girl. I’d found that out a week after I first met her. I’d pestered her with a million questions until I knew everything about her. Her likes and dislikes, her needs and wants.

I headed past the kitchen and into the living room, where I saw her leaning over the coffee table and cleaning it. The jeans she wore were tight, and instantly my cock hardened. I thought about all the filthy things I wanted to do with my girl right now.