Dark Needs(5)



This girl.

This girl was going to kill me with f*cking emotions.

"Only me?" My male pride swelled right along with my cock.

"Only you. It's only ever been you," Bee said, cupping my face in her hands.

I lost it. Opening my mouth to hers, our tongues danced and mingled. Her lips were soft and perfect. I kept imagining how they would look while tonguing my cock, but there would be time for that. Right then, I needed to make her mine again. With little to no control left, I managed to reign it in to reassure Bee that it would be okay. Pulling back from our kiss, I whispered, "I'll go slow. I'll be gentle."

I assured her while completely unsure if I could actually follow through with that promise.

Gentle wasn't my thing.

My dick ached, and all I could think about was sinking into her tight heat.

"No," Bee said.

"No?" I asked.

"No, don't be gentle. Just be mine."

I didn't wait for any more of a confirmation after that, not wanting to give her time to change her mind. I lined my cock up with her entrance, rubbing the head through her wet folds a few times before looking into the glazed over eyes of the woman I loved and sinking my cock deep inside her with one long overdue thrust.

Warm.

Wet.

Soft.

Tight.

Home.

I almost came right then and there. From the sounds Bee was making, I knew she was right there with me. I sat up on the bed and grabbed the back of Bee's neck, dragging her up with me. As I thrust up into her *, I looked into her heavily lidded eyes, licked her throat, and grabbed fistfuls of her ass. Stroking her clit with my thumb, I brought her to orgasm for the second time, grabbing her chin to stop her head from falling backward. I needed to look into the eyes of the woman I loved when she came for me, her wetness dripping down to my balls as her * clenched around my shaft.

Fucking beautiful.

This woman, with scars inside and out, had chosen me to be with. Fucked up, undeserving me.

The sick thing was that she knew exactly who I was.

She still wanted me.

She LOVED me.

What the f*ck was wrong with her?

I couldn't wait to come any longer. I forcefully pressed Bee back down into the mattress, pummeling her * with my cock. Her pink lips parted, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I was totally mesmerized by the look on her face when my orgasm hit me with wrecking ball type force that could take down a damn building. My balls tightened to the point of pain, my cock spurting streams of hot cum into the * it was made to come into.

Holy. Fuck.

I fell back onto the pillows and maneuvered Bee so that she was lying on top of my chest. When I could focus again, I slowly ran my hand through her beautiful red hair. It was the first thing I'd noticed about her. I traced the intricate tattoo on her shoulder with my fingers, slowly making my way around the scars that decorated her back and right arm.

Those scars kept her from connecting with people for so long, but when it came to me, she'd knocked down every barrier she'd ever built so she could let me in.

Into her life.

Into her heart.

Into her body.

My f*cking girl. The pride in my heart was almost too much. I squeezed Bee and kissed the top of her head.

"I f*cking love you, Bee."

"I f*cking love you, too, Jake.”





TWO





"Is now a bad time to tell you we should've used a condom?"

"Why? You got the clap?" I teased. Bee's little giggle lit up my dark soul.

"No, but I'm not on anything," She said. Oddly enough, this time around the thought never occurred to me to use protection. This was my woman. I had no plans of ever wrapping it up again. We needed to be as close as possible, skin to skin, and whatever happens, happens. Georgia was by far the greatest gift in the world. An amazing little girl that a bastard like me didn't deserve. I wouldn't mind another just like her, especially since this time I would be able to see Bee with a big baby belly, her tits soft and swollen.

I was getting hard again.

"I figure I would get you barefoot and pregnant as soon as possible anyway. You wouldn't understand. It's a man thing," I joked.

"Oh yeah? So that's your new goal? To knock me up, again?" she asked.

"No, if that happens, it happens. That would be great, but my new goal is actually something else." My stomach had f*cking butterflies in it as I prepared to say what I'd wanted to say for so f*cking long.

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