My balls have risen up and I feel so close, like I know she is too, but we both settle into the perfect slipperiness that is our lovemaking and I find that she likes it hard fast as much as she likes it slow.
And I get to give it to her every way she likes, and we both find new ways to explore each other.
“Let me see that perfect ass of yours,” I growl, I want to feel her coming on my cock exploding into her from behind while she watches me in the mirror opposite the bed.
There’s a second of hesitation before her eyes roll back and she starts to tremble.
Without hesitating, I pull out of her, flip her over and seize what’s mine. That perfect ass, shuddering with disbelief as I watch her moving it backwards and up towards my dripping, aching cock which twitches with anticipation.
I moan again, growling at the sight and forcing my dick to hold on. Trying to stop from exploding before it’s the right time.
I need to make every drop count with Roxy, our future family depends on it.
As soon as she feels my smooth, hot head against her hole, she thrusts back onto me. The sound she makes is so fucking hot, like a wild animal, working hard at finding some relief.
She’s finally found the scratch to match that itch and I feel it too. I wanna give it to her, all the way deep inside her.
In no time, I feel her clenching up on me, her body starting to shake as she struggles to keep on all fours on the bed.
I watch her face in the mirror opposite and I know how much I love her. How much I want to give her this gift every single day of our lives from now on.
She comes twice in as many minutes in this position and as much as I try to hold my own climax, there’s only so much force I can control.
I warn her I’m about to come, but it’s more of an invitation. It’s one she gladly accepts as she starts to thrust back onto me like never before, her whimpering moans getting louder and louder until I finally hear her calling my name as she comes for the third time in tune with my own release.
Feeling my seed pulsing deep inside her, where it belongs. Hearing her gasps and cries of relief, pleasure and satisfaction, it’s enough to make us both forget everything.
All the problems we might face, all the worries we might have otherwise, all gone in an instant as we start over.
Starting our new life together.
She’s mine now and I know I’m hers.
Her first and only, forever from now on.
“And that makes three,” I say. Our breath heaving in the small space between us as we both notice the empty breakfast tray and no Baxter in sight.
“I guess Baxter got what he needed too,” she quips, panting, and we both collapse into each other laughing like there’s not a care in the world.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Roxy
I just want this moment to last forever. I’m still shaking, quivering all over with a feeling that’s a mixture of excitement and relief.
I’m his now, I know I am. He’s claimed me and I’ve had three of the most intense orgasms I think I’ll ever have.
And I hope Dillon can prove me wrong on that one.
He can take me anytime, anyplace, he’s the most amazing lover as well as fighter.
As soon as I have the thought, I feel my heart sink. Not because I’m unhappy, but because I remember all the problems I have suddenly.
A half hour, or was it an hour and a half with Dillon drilling me has been heaven but it feels like hell is fast catching up as my mind starts to bloom with all the memories of the money I lost and how I have no way of recovering it.
Dillon senses how I’m feeling, and with a light touch from his hands I know he’s ordering me not to worry, to trust him like I said I would from now on.
But it’s still so hard not to worry when I have no idea what’s going on.
I think it was dad not wanting to talk that really upset me the most. We’ve always been close, so for him to brush me off is a pretty big deal.
I want to ask Dillon about the fight I know he’ll be in tonight. I want to ask him how the hell I’m gonna get all that money I need, but I try to push it down, try to remember to trust him.
“I do trust you,” I blurt out, “but I still have so much going on in my head…”
He narrows his eyes and frowns, nodding.
I know his life’s no walk in the park either, and I only want him to share our problems so they don’t feel so big in my mind.
Does he even know how much money I owe?
Maybe he knows dad from someplace else…?
I open my mouth to say something else, but Dillon kisses me instead.
The surest way to shut me up is to feed me, kiss me or take me to bed. Or all three attempted by Dillon so far, but I’m still opening my mouth.
“I’m fighting tonight…” is all he says, getting a far off look in his eyes. The struggles he has are physical as well as everything else I have to contend with.
I don’t have to climb in the ring with guys that want to hit me. I don’t have a mob boss hanging over my head like he does.
I reason these things to myself, but I’m still dying to know exactly what the plan is.
“Can I call my dad?” I ask, trying
