“That’s it, querida. That’s it,” he moans, and the sound mingles with my cry because he slams inside of my pussy without warning. I feel his balls bounce against me and I’m stretched fully as he stays right there, not moving. He folds down over top of me, his hand wrapping in my hair. He yanks back my head and his voice is almost deadly. “Put your fingers down there and rub your clit, Beth. Do it while I fuck you hard because I’m not going to last long and I want you with me. I want to feel that pussy coming apart all around my dick.”
When I do as he tells me, his hands move to my hips, the fingers pushing into my skin, and then he fucks me. He rides me hard, slamming into me over and over, jarring my whole body. One hand begins kneading my ass while he crashes in and out of me, taking what he needs without worrying about anything else. I love it. I love that he’s so desperate and lost in his desire that he demands I take care of myself. He didn’t need to bother; I’m so excited that I’m sure I could have come just from what he’s doing, but I slide my fingers over my clit, rubbing over it. My juice is thick, making the glide easy and reminding me of how it feels when Skull licks me. I twist and pinch my clit just as Skull slams into me again.
Then I hear him shout my name. I feel his cock jerk inside of me. I tighten my pussy as he slams into me again, and then I feel him release inside of me. The streams of cum are so forceful that they feel like thrusts themselves. My hands move faster and faster over my clit. I feel Skull pull out, then shift somehow and slam right back in, hitting a spot inside of me that makes me fly.
“I’m coming!” I yell, and I only go higher when Skull reaches around and pulls on my breasts. It seems like I come forever. I feel my arm give out as I fall upon the mattress, mini-shocks from my orgasm still running through me. I can feel Skull’s weight on me and he kisses my back.
“Te amo, Beth. Te amo.”
He loves me.
“Fuck, querida, you’re going to kill me some day with that hungry little pussy of yours,” Skull whispers in my ear, his fingers combing through my hair which sticks to my neck.
“Definitely going to have to shower, if I can ever feel my legs again.”
Skull laughs and I realize I said that out loud. He rolls on his side and pulls me so I’m half-draped over him, our legs hanging off the end of the bed. I close my eyes as he holds me close, wishing we could stay like this and never leave this room.
“Does that mean quick and hard worked for you, mi cielo?”
“I’m not sure. I may need another example to be positive,” I mumble. Skull’s head goes back in laughter and happiness surrounds me. I wrap myself up in it, hugging him by clenching my body tight into him. I love that I make him laugh. I love that I can give him joy. It is joy too, because I hear it in the tone of his voice and see it in his face.
“You do realize, when all this has passed, I’m going to want a real marriage, Beth. I want you to belong to me in all ways. When I see you, there’s this inner voice inside of me that screams ‘Mine’! I want the world to know it.” He kisses the top of my head.
“You mean inner caveman. Are you going to have your name tattooed all over my body too?” I ask jokingly. Skull’s body tenses up and I manage to finally open my eyes to look at him. His eyes are dark with need. “Okay, see, I love you, and in my brain we’re already married in all the ways that count, but once this is done, if that’s what you want, sure.”
“And—”
“I’m allergic to pain,” I cut him off. “I’m small, not some big bad over-muscled biker who apparently loves needles. It’s a good look for you. I totally approve. But I had enough of needles when I was sick. There’ll be no tattoos on this body. No way, no how. No dice.”
“I’ll make you change your mind,” he says, and from the gleam in his eyes, he’s taking my declaration as a challenge.
“Yeah, good luck with that. People in Hell will be wearing snowshoes before it happens.”
“We’ll see.”
Crap.
“I need to go, sweetheart. Thanks to you seducing my poor abused dick, I’m running late.”
“When will I see you again?” I know that sounded needy, but I can’t stop it. Things are easier and I’m stronger when Skull is beside me.
“I’ll see if I can break away around dinner time to feed you.”
“When you say feed me, do you mean food or dick?”
“Jesus, I’ve created a monster.” He says, getting up and dressing. It makes me sad because a man like that should never have to put clothes on. He’s more beautiful than any museum statue.
“What? I was merely asking for clarification,” I grin, sitting up. I will admit I’m not covering up; I sit there naked with the cold air hitting my breasts, hoping he finds me irresistible enough to come shower with me. His fingers stop buttoning his jeans and I know a moment of victory—just before he dashes my hopes.
“Stop it, you little minx. I have to go to this meeting. Cover up those tits or I’ll bend you over my knee and smack your ass for teasing me.”
His words hit me and I feel a flutter deep inside. I don’t know if it’s from fear, or maybe want. I’ll decipher that later.
I grab the cover and pull it over me. “Spoil sport.”