“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted as he flicked my clit in time with his thrusts in my ass.
“You’re mine to use and I bet they’d want to use you next. Would you want that?” The prospect of others using me like he did made me uneasy, but the idea that he wanted to degrade me by saying it turned me on more.
“No, I’m not a whore, I’m innocent. I just want your cock,” I mumbled as he stretched my legs toward my ears.
“That’s right, little demon, you’re my whore,” he growled, fucking me harder and with more aggression. “My hole to fill and defile.” He pressed my legs more, his mouth meeting mine. “So fucking good for me.”
I moaned and the brush of his pelvis against my clit had me exploding. Wetness pooled between us and he hurried to pull back.
Watching me as my pussy squirted at him in kind. Animalistically, he growled, his cock hitting me harder and more aggressively.
“Fuck, I’ve never seen you gush like this,” he rasped, the croak of his voice letting me know he was close to coming. “Come for me again, baby, give me my gift. Touch your clit for me.”
I reached down, rubbing against my clit, and I saw stars, crying out as he filled me with his seed. My body shook as heaps of white strings came from him, leaving him in ropes. He pulled out slowly and lowered to me, licking every drop. He sucked my sensitive clit, making me squirm and writhe in an uncontrollable way, and I climaxed again, wrung dry from the oversensitive way my body felt.
“Fuck, little demon. You were such a good girl. I’m so proud of you,” he praised, his eyes alight with passion. “Soon, you’re going to be my wife and that thought alone makes me want to fuck your cunt and claim you there too.”
“I’ll die,” I joked, feeling my body leave itself as the high overtook me. Too many orgasms brought me the type of subspace where I passed out. We didn’t have time.
“I’ll take care of you,” he reassured, kissing my forehead for a long few seconds. I melted from that, knowing beneath his hard exterior for others, he was a complete cinnamon roll for me.
***
At some point, I must’ve passed out. Because when I came to, my body was cleaned of wax and oil, and I was nicely tucked under the covers.
My phone blinked, showing me a ton of missed messages. When I read Where the hell are you? I jumped out of bed and rushed to get dressed.
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Perfect Symphony – Ed Sheeran & Andrea Bocelli
Madden
She looked so peaceful after I fucked her. I couldn’t get the image of my cum spilling out of her ass off my mind as I cleaned her body. She snored lightly, my Andy seemingly exhausted. She didn’t flinch or groan while I removed the wax off her, or even as the rag wiped at her.
The way I loved this woman held no bounds. Her body was made for me. Her soul, mine too.
She fell asleep and I let her. I wasn’t sure what all was entailed for the event tonight, but after an hour, I heard her phone go off a ton.
Shit.
Not wanting to invade, I didn’t answer but I knew she’d need to wake up. Instead, I texted the AR group chat.
Who all is coming tonight?
All of us, Memphis typed out quickly.
How did you know? Stony sent after.
Andy is going to freak out, Carrig responded.
Was she planning on cooking because I kind of fucked her to sleep? I laughed as they sent laughing emojis.
Call her friend, Les. She was supposed to be helping, Carrig suggested.
Yeah. She, Mari, and Tays were supposed to be involved, Memphis added. Something inside me warmed. Knowing all my friends and soon-to-be wife were all close. We made our own family after losing ours and that acknowledgement was bittersweet.
Grabbing my phone, I dialed Les. She answered quickly.
“Hello?” she answered, sounding off guard. “Everything okay?”
It wasn’t news I didn’t call her friends, ever. Les was probably panicking at the prospect of seeing my name. “Yeah, everything is great. Andy is just passed out.”
She laughed lightly. “Well, that’s unfortunate. I guess I can come over and start the food. All of us already have stuff cooking anyway.”
“I’m sorry,” I fretted, feeling like I put her on the spot.
“Why? I’m sure she told you.”
“No, Cars did and then I gave her a Christmas present—i.e.—my dick.”
“You know, that’d be hot if it weren’t for the fact that she is going to kill you for telling me.” I rolled my eyes, humor filling me.
“She’ll survive, but she’s exhausted and I thought I’d let her sleep.”
“You’re a lot sweeter than the last fuck,” she mused. I grumbled and she immediately apologized. “Sorry, Mr. Macho. My bad.”
“What do you need from me?” I deflected, unwilling to allow her to keep talking about stupid fucking Brandon. She sighed, and I stepped out onto the patio, wanting to smoke a joint. It was brisk out for some reason. A rarity in Vegas.
“I need for you to not be around. It was supposed to be a surprise, after all.”
“I’m not leaving her by herself,” I stated, hearing the possessiveness drip from my voice. Since Andy and I have been engaged—hell, together at all—I’ve been super guarded, wanting to hoard her like a dragon in a castle.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t go pissing on my best friend.”
Chuckling, I thought about it, wondering if Andy had that kink as well. My long pause must’ve given that away because she made a disgusted noise.
“That wasn’t a fucking invitation, you freak,” she joked, her laughter filling my ears. “I’ll be there soon. Let Andy rest.”
“Will do,” I confirmed, bringing out a joint and hanging up the phone. Lighting it up, I smiled, thinking of the only crux I still had. This shit.
I inhaled the sweet flavor, loving the calm that washed over me. It made me happy, thinking positive about my future with Andy. The need to put a baby in her drove me near mad. I wanted inside her constantly, using my cock as an injection and pumping into her religiously.
Unhealthy obsessions were the norm for me, especially when it came to my little demon.
Mari and Les showed up first, their smiles massive and their eyes nearly glittering. “Merry Christmas!” I didn’t hug them, but offered them a smile. Either Andy warned them of my aversion to touch, or they could tell I wasn’t a hugger.
They sidestepped me and their eyes grew massive looking at our place. “Holy shit,” Les mused. Andy told me it was massive, but this is basically five houses, and I’ve only stepped in the foyer.”
It was big. Enough to accommodate all our friends and their kids, along with all the babies I’d be putting into Andy.
We loved our little haven. Along with here, we had a nice one on Coronado Island, Vegas, and another out in Lake Tahoe for when she wanted snow.
We made this one our home. The slice of heaven in the midst of it all. Our home was fully furnished, Andy made sure to have an interior decorator come and work with her, and that was her project as soon as we moved in.
Andy never went back to law, and something about that worried me at first. She reassured me she never actually wanted to be a lawyer, but wanted to write songs like we used to back in the day.