I couldn't see past the corner of his tempting mouth. The room spun, Abell tossing me against his bed. The white walls around me were too familiar.
“Abell, listen.” I sat up on my elbows, my heart reverberating as he approached. “What we did at the bridal shop was too risky. There's a chance I'm pregnant, a chance I'm not. We can't be so reckless again, not until...”
Not until I know you're really staying by my side.
He threw his hoodie to the floor, tearing his shirt over his head. “You really think that there's a chance I didn't knock you up?” His running pants hung low, his hipbones commanding my attention. The dragon tattoo stamped over his stomach writhed like it was alive.
Words, how do I make words. “Yeah,” I said. “A chance.”
“Then we'd better fix that.” His deft fingers were already untying the strings around his middle. It took me a minute to grasp his meaning. His pants fell away, leaving him standing there in his tight, form-fitting briefs. He might as well have been naked.
Abell winked at me; his hard-on flexed under the fabric.
I should have walked away.
I should have demanded we talk.
Stepping forward, I gripped his prick and squeezed. Abell bared his teeth, grunting in his throat. “You really want to do this?” I asked, tracing him top to bottom. “We don't need to do it bareback. Actually, I could even...” Before I knew it, I was on my knees.
His fingers wrapped along my scalp like a vice. “I like where your mind is.” Gazing down at me, he inched his briefs down. The top of his cock was exposed.
Abell's natural musk created a suffocating fog in my brain. Tugging the elastic away, I let his dick free into the air. It tapped my nose, bobbing at full mast. Entranced, I just knelt there, fixated on the sight of it.
“I love this view,” he said above me.
Peeking up, I shook myself. Closing my fist around his base, I was struck by how small my hand looked. My thumb couldn't touch my forefinger.
Dragging my grip up his length, I felt him spasm. Holy shit, I thought to myself. If I angle it right, his cock is thick enough to block out my view of his face.
I didn't want to block his face, though. Abell was a dream to look at.
Wetting my lips, I circled the engorged tip. Carefully I slid down; I was choking in a mere second. Above me, Abell hissed with restraint. He loves this. That realization was empowering.
Sucking him, his shaft pulsed along my tongue. I sank further, working at fighting my gag reflex. Gingerly, I explored with my hands, cupping his balls; they flexed at my gentle touch.
The longer I lubed his cock up, the easier the blowjob became. The obscene sound of my lips and tongue suckling at him hung in the air.
He was delicious; better than any sweet I'd ever indulged in.
“Stop, wait,” he gasped. Pulling away quickly, he created a wet pop of suction. “I'd love to cum in your mouth. I would. But I don't want this to be wasted.”
Inching backwards on the bed, he stretched out. I was still kneeling, and from this view, he looked like a king. His cock was arching like a tower, his hand fisting the base, gliding over my slick saliva.
“Ride me,” he growled. “I want to look at the face of my future wife as she loses herself on my cock.”
Jumping to my feet, I scrambled to remove my clothes. He watched languidly, jerking his prick in a comfortable, calm fashion.
My weight settled on the mattress. Throwing one leg over his body, I straddled him. Our pieces lined up, so in sync we could have been made for each other.
Gingerly I pulled myself down on him. That initial penetration still made me gasp. I wasn't a size queen, but fuck, Abell pushed my limits.
Every fraction of movement made him sink deeper inside of me. That magnificent dick was stretching me, on and on until I was holding my breath before I reached the bottom.
Abell grabbed my hips, guiding me down the final inch. I inhaled violently, thrilling at the sensation of being so full. He nudged me, encouraging me to start moving. “You're almost too big,” I groaned.
“Once you start fucking me, you'll adjust,” he whispered.
But he was wrong. It didn't matter how much I ground on him, or how slippery my thighs felt. My pussy would start to relax, and his cock would just swell bigger. It was like he kept expanding, making sure I'd always feel that same head-swimming tension.
It was making me delirious; it was too good, too tight, too hot. I was boiling from my center out, sweat streaming just below my breasts.
“Dammit,” he said under his breath. I looked him in the eye, reading his lips because my brain was too busy being assaulted by pleasure to hear. “You're perfect. Beyond perfect.”
He tilted my body, forcing my swollen clit to rub against his firm pelvis. Thrusting onto his cock, I groaned, back arching to the max. My pussy was a mess, and the tattoos beneath me were covered in my juices.
There were flames of ink licking up his hips and belly. I was so wet, if they'd been real, I'd have put them out.
My insides fluttered, wild heat flowing into my cunt. As my clit twitched, the rest of me followed. “Oh, hell,” I breathed out. The mounting pressure grew, my pussy squeezing over and over like a pair of lungs that needed air.
Spikes of delirious pleasure hit me hard. When I finally came, I held my breath, my jaw locking as my eyes closed.
“There you go,” he said, his voice as thick as syrup. “Keep cumming, babe. Keep fucking going.”
He commanded me, and I listened.
Shaking, I slid my hands across his chest, seeking anything to hold me down. I felt so good, I worried I would float through the ceiling any second.
My pussy clenched, hugging his stiff shaft as it pistoned into me. He hadn't slowed down, he was riding through my orgasm. Abell was pushing me further, eager to see what I could take.
Once, I'd told him I liked a bit of pain. I'd just been boasting; I didn't mix pain and sex ever in my life.
He opened my mind, pounding into me with the core-shaking thrusts of a man who could do nothing but fuck. It was perpetual motion, both of us trapped until we burned out.
“I'm so close,” he groaned, slick with sweat. “This pussy is mine, do you hear me?” His palm came around, slapping my ass—I squealed. “Mine. No one else is ever going to have it.”
If I hadn't been so drained, I would have cum again. “Yes,” I drawled. “It's yours. I'm... I'm yours.” What was I saying? I was too far gone to consider any of it.
Abell trembled down to his toes, I felt it in his skin. He bent his spine, his balls contracting against my ass cheeks. “There, there it is, I'm...!” He didn't need to finish his sentence. Warm, fast explosions of liquid flooded into me. His cock jerked to the beat of his rapid heart.
Dizzy, I swayed on top of him. His fingers dug into my thighs, keeping me still, stuffing me with his seed—making me his. Even when he was empty, he kept rolling his hips, that cock still hard. The raw, animal part of me loved that.
Inhaling, he curled his arms around me, bringing me to him. I went eagerly, kissing him even as my vision went blurry.
I had nothing left in me. I was spent.
Abell had conquered my body and mind in a way no one could have. Hell, no one could even come close to. He'd ruined me for anyone else. And I knew it. I fucking knew it.
Without knowing when, I drifted off into darkness
****
Blue tulips filled my dreams. As I sat among them, they tickled my ankles, my eyelids. It was real serenity, a constant, peaceful thumping sound in my ears.
But for some reason, instead of floral, the air smelled like...
Maple and pine.
My lashes fluttered. Around me, plain white walls stretched to the ceiling. Next to me, his heat and heart pulsing away, was Abell. He was naked on top of the blankets, peacefulness making his features gentle.