Swearing to Love You

“Damn,” I mutter under my breath. She opens the buttons on my shirt. She gasps when she sees my chest. Using her tiny hands, she explores my pecs, intermittently dragging her nails over them. She knows just what she’s doing, and I don’t want to think about how she got that knowledge. She fumbles with my belt, but it’s then that I realize it’s my utility belt and my service weapon is holstered there. “Let me,” I say. Reaching behind me, I open the clasp and set it carefully on the desk behind us. Turning back to her, I see that she has pulled her tight skirt up to her waist and her matching black panties are visibly wet. I can’t help reaching out and rubbing the wet spot with the pad of my thumb. Her moan goes all through me.

“Leif don’t tease me,” she says as I pull my hand back and open my pants, pulling my cock out.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she breathes. I stroke my cock while she watches mesmerized. She pulls her panties to the side, showing me her pretty pink pussy. Moving close to her, she wraps her legs around my waist. I drag my cock through her wetness before slamming inside of her. Savagely, I tear through her virginity, but because she is so tight, so wet, and so ready for me, I can’t stop, and she isn’t stopping me. She moves with me, accepting my every thrust like a good girl. “Leif, Leif, I am gonna come,” she shouts. I pull out of her and flip her over on her belly. Ripping her panties from her body, I slide back into her. Brutally, I fuck her. She reaches between herself and the desk to play with her clit. The desk creaks and groans underneath us in protest.

“Bad girl, Maddy. You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” she moans. Seconds later, one of the legs on desk snaps loudly, and desk falls on one side. “Oh god, don’t stop.”

“There’s no fucking way, I am stopping,” I assure her.

I fuck her until I feel her little pussy flutter around my cock. I follow her seconds later, filling her pussy with my seed. Breeding her is all that I can think about now.

I pull out of her and help her up from the broken heap under us.

“What should we do about this?” I ask looking down.

“Leave it. I’ll get it in the morning,” she says, laughing.

Later, after I’ve convinced her to come home with me, we have dinner and spend the rest of the night making love. When she finally falls asleep, I realize what a lucky man I am.

Madalyn Stone is mine.

Chapter Two

Maddy

For a brief moment, I have the heartbreaking thought that what I think happened last night didn’t really happen. That he didn’t take me in the office. That we didn’t actually break the desk. And he didn’t make me feel things. Things that should be illegal. It is only for a moment that I have that thought.

Then I move my lower half and the tenderness between my legs, let’s me know it was very real. Not only that but having him pull me back into his chest as he sleeps, is the best reminder there is. I snuggle in for a few moments more, inhaling his manly, intoxicating scent. Memorizing every contour of his beautiful boyish, yet manly face. Is it too soon to say I never want to leave the circumference of his arms? I want to stay wrapped up in him, ensconced in the very fiber of his being. He makes me feel safe and something else I haven’t been able to identify yet.

Oh. My. His cock is growing by the second poking me in the exact same spot that he destroyed last night and though my sore pussy would probably be paralyzed if he touched me right now, I can’t help whimpering a little bit remembering, how full I felt and how delicious it was to have him baring his weight on top of me.

“Mmm…good morning my diamond. How are you feeling this morning?” He kisses my forehead as his hands rub my back.

“I’m great. A little sore. Unsure how to feel about it all. But otherwise ok. What about you?”

“Like I just won the lottery. But I am more concerned about your feelings of being unsure. Tell me why.”

How do I tell him that I don’t know if I am what he needs and not sure if I am really what he wants? I don’t want to sound my age, but I also don’t want to be one of those needy girls, hanging on a man that doesn’t really want her. I want what my aunt and uncle have. They are head over heels for each other. Even after being married for over 20 years.