She whimpered with her agreement. She fucking knew. I’d promised to fuck all her little holes. I planned on seeing it through.
“West,” she cried when she came, her body trembling and bucking against mine.
Her head fell back, her eyes closing as it washed over her. The beauty of this woman as she climaxed was indescribable. My goddess was everything, and so much more. The depth of my devotion to her couldn’t be explained. I would endure the worst life had to throw at me as long as I had Scarlett.
I pulled her off me when she was spent, then forced her head down to my dick. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, her tongue darting out to circle the head. Her mouth opened and enclosed over it a moment later, making me groan. My hand gripped her braid, not to force her, I just needed something to hold on to. Needed to touch my beautiful girl to remind me she was here. She was mine.
After she’d cleaned my dick of her cum, she sat up and waited for me to move. To put her in the position I wanted. I turned her around, unlocked her cuffs, then put her on her hands and knees.
“You’re going to stay right there and take it like a good little slut,” I told her as I pulled out the plug from her tight little hole.
Tossing it aside, I picked up the lube and pressed some inside her with my thumb. I coated my dick next before notching it to her. She let out a sigh as I entered her as if it was what she wanted all along. To feel me here, claiming the last part of her she had to offer me. I wrapped a hand around her hip, stroking her skin with my fingertips.
“Take me, little Scar. Impale yourself on my dick.”
She backed herself onto me, taking inch by inch. When her cheeks were flush with my body, I held her there, revelling in the feel of her surrounding me.
“Good girl.”
Scarlett looked back at me, her hazel-green eyes full of emotion. I grabbed a wipe to clean my hand off before reaching forward and gripping her braid.
“Now fuck yourself on my cock. Show me you deserve to come again. Be my slut.”
She moved, sliding my cock from her and taking me back inside her again. The tight sensation of her made me groan. This woman had my fucking heart in a chokehold. She gave me so much pleasure. So much happiness. So much fucking joy.
My lips parted on the words wanting out of my head, but they wouldn’t come. Instead, I watched her fuck herself on me. The way she sighed with her pleasure. How she took me without resistance or complaint. She worked herself against my dick, increasing the pace with each thrust. I could not be more awed than I was by her.
I tugged on her braid, pulling her up to me and wrapping my arm around her waist to hold her body against mine. Then I took over, thrusting up into her. She moaned and curled her arm behind us, wrapping her hand behind my head. Her fingers speared into my hair as her head fell back against my shoulder.
“Good little slut,” I murmured. “My good girl taking me so well.”
I thrust harder, wanting to dive off the edge of the fucking cliff with my woman.
“Stroke that needy clit, little Scar. Come with me.”
Her free hand curled between her legs. She panted as she touched herself and met my eyes. There it was. Our bond filling the space between us. Our eyes reflecting our feelings of love for each other. It was the only thing I needed in this world. Us. Me and her.
“Give it to me. Give me everything.”
Before she could say a word, I caught her mouth with mine, kissing her like my life depended on it. Because it did. It depended on her. She was my air. My sustenance. The very fucking essence of me. I couldn’t do anything but give in and let her carry me under.
We came together in a fucking crescendo of passion and pleasure. Our bodies trembled together. They became one. I didn’t fucking know where I ended and she began. There was nothing but us. Just fucking us. We mattered. We were here. And we were fucking alive.
When our lips parted, our eyes fixed on each other, our breath mingling together with our exertion. I wrapped my hand around her throat, unable to help myself from doing so.
“I love you, little Scar.”
She brushed her mouth against mine.
“I love you too.”
The words settled between us, reminding me this was our moment. Our time together.
It started with us. We had been the catalyst for the events of our lives. Our desire to be with one another had cemented the path we’d all trodden along. It had dragged us all down to the very depths of hell. We’d had to pull ourselves out.
This proved it was all worth it. It showed me no matter what shit I’d gone through, I’d never given up on her. I never would.