“Heaven. Pure fucking heaven. Jesus, you’re tight,” he growls as my pussy grips him. “I’ll never get enough of you.” He punctuates each word with a thrust, each one getting more demanding and more relentless until he’s fucking me in truth.
The orgasm comes from nowhere, barreling down on me like a freight train and splitting me apart at the edges. I scream his name, telling him to fuck me harder, not to stop. He pulls out and flips me to my hands and knees before plunging back inside, deeper than ever.
“Fuuuuck…” I cry out as he bottoms out, sending me into another orgasm. The orgasm goes on and on. I’m not sure if it’s multiple orgasms or just one, unrelenting release. Stars dance behind my eyes, and my throat grows hoarse from calling out his name and telling him harder… don’t stop… more.
My arms finally give out, and I crash to the mattress, my ass in the air while he fucks me to oblivion. I’m barely coherent when he pulls from me and groans as he comes across my ass and back. I can feel the hot release trailing down my thighs. It’s deliciously dirty and a stark reminder that there was no condom. We didn’t even talk about it. I’ve never been so irresponsible in my life, but I can’t find it in myself to regret it. I’m on birth control, and I know deep in my heart that Amos wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.
He kisses me between my shoulder blades before getting up from the bed. I’m basking in the bliss of multiple orgasms when Amos lifts me in his arms and carries me to the bathroom where he proceeds to gently and lovingly washes me in the shower. He dries me off then carries me back to bed. My whole body is languid and pliant. He crawls in behind me and pulls me tight against his chest. With a hum of pleasure at the feel of his big body wrapped around mine, I drift off to sleep.
I didn’t intend to have a sleepover, but I’m definitely not moving now. Not when Amos has me cocooned in his arms.
4 Amos
I wake up to Margo laying half on my chest, her leg thrown up over mine as she clings to me in her sleep. I can’t figure out what woke me up until the sound persists. It’s Margo’s phone in the other room where she left her purse last night. I find the clock on my nightstand and see that it’s three in the morning. It’s then that I realize it’s her alarm. I feel a little guilty for waking her twice in the night, trying to sate my insatiable appetite for her.
She groans and stretches as she wakes up. “Sorry to wake you up at this godawful hour,” she says with an apologetic shrug. “Baker life.”
I kiss the top of her head. “It’s okay, sweets. Let’s get cleaned up and off to work.”
She gives me a confused look but doesn’t say anything. What she doesn’t realize is that today I’m coming with her. I’m off at the diner, and I want to spend the day with my girl. Plus, my little baker wants to learn how to make my family’s secret recipe. It’s a perfect excuse to get to spend the day with her.
I lick my lips, admiring my girl in a pair of my running shorts and t-shirts. The shorts had to be cinched up tight, but there’s nothing that can make the shirt fit. It hangs off of her shoulder, showing an enticing amount of skin. Skin that I want to put my mouth on—skin that’s already slightly pink from my beard rubbing against her. My cock thickens at the reminder of how she got that beard burn… and all the other places my girl is wearing my marks.
“Quit looking at me like that, or I’ll never get to the bakery,” Margo scolds. The hooded look she gives me, and the spark in her green eyes tells me that she wants more too.
“Sugarhill can live without muffins for one day…”
She shakes her head. “You’re a menace. I’m already running late.”
I shrug entirely unrepentant. Never has a shower been so wonderful as one with Margo’s naked, soapy body rubbing all over mine. No man on Earth could resist such temptation—not that she put up any protest either.
“Let’s get going then, sweetness. Wouldn’t want to deny the townsfolk their muffins.”
She snorts a laugh but slips her shoes on and grabs her purse. “Glad it’s too dang early for anyone to see my walk of shame,” she says, waving her hand up and down her body.
I pull her into my arms and kiss her deeply. “Nothing shameful about leaving my bed.”
The dreamy look on her face says that she agrees. “You’re right. I’ve just never done the whole one-night stand thing…”
I growl, taking a handful of her wild black hair and fisting it. “This is not a one-night stand. This is just the start of a lot of nights.”
This is the start of forever, I think to myself.
Margo’s eyes widen. “Oh… I just thought…”
“Whatever you’re thinking, get it out of your mind right now. We’re not nearly over yet.”
Something in that bright-eyed smile she was wearing dims for some reason making her smile look a bit forced. “I need to get to the bakery.”
I give her one more quick kiss before leading her out to her car. I open the driver’s side door, helping her in before striding to the passenger side. I slide in without a word. It looks like she wants to ask why I’m in her car instead of taking my truck, but she just shrugs and starts the
