Typhon

Chapter 35

Stone~

This was what last night should have been. Me and Rylee, no barriers between us, no limits to what we were going to be to each other.

Bracing all my weight on one elbow, I reached down, then lined my cock up against her soaked entrance. I felt Rylee's thighs hitch upward, and then I slid home in one fluid motion, and I didn't stop until my hips were pressed against hers, feeding her tight cunt every inch of my cock.

Rylee moaned as she threw her head back in pleasure. "Oh, Christ..."

"Feel that, Rylee?" I groaned in her ear. "That's what you do to me, baby."

"So good..." she whimpered, and her mewls were like a jolt to my balls.

"Look at me, Rylee," I ordered, and when she did, I fell deeper into the hypnotizing pools of her eyes. "Only I get to see you like this, okay? Only me."

Rylee nodded. "Only you."

"And everything I am and have is yours," I told her as I pressed my cock in deeper.

"Stone-"

"I love you, Rylee," I whispered against her lips as I pulled my hips back before crashing back into her body.

Soon, she was moaning loudly, and the sounds were mixing with the thundering clap of my body ramming into hers. Breaths were harsh, bodies were sweating, and our moans were like a soundtrack to the best fuck of my life. Rylee was taking every inch, and she didn't object to the force of my thrust, or the hold that I had on her hips as I pinned her to the bed, so that her body couldn't escape my invasion. Her nails digging into my shoulder blades felt divine, and I welcomed it. The sting told me that she'd broken the surface of my skin in some places, but it was only fair that she marked me like I had marked her.

After all, I did belong to her.

That's how I felt. I felt like every piece of me belonged to Rylee. She owned me, and that contract might give off the impression that I owned her, but that was far from the truth. I was the one owned. I was the one at the mercy of this slip of a girl that had balls the size of Texas.

"Fuck, baby," I hissed. "I'll never get enough of you."

"Stone, harder...please..." she begged, and I knew, without a doubt, that I was marrying this girl tomorrow. No matter what it took, no matter what I had to do, I was getting Rylee to marry me as soon as possible.

I shoved my cock inside her warm heat harder and as deep as possible, and it still wasn't enough for me. I wanted to see all of her, and I couldn't this way. I needed to appreciate what Rylee was giving me after what I'd done to her, and I couldn't do that in this position.

Wrapping her up in my arms, I rolled us over until Rylee was on top, her legs straddling my hips. She pressed her hands against my chest, straightening until all I could see was the stunning vision of Rylee's face, neck, tits, and stomach, all of it decorated with my mark. She had one on her neck, her collarbone, two on her right tit, one on her stomach, one near her bellybutton, one on the corner of her trimmed pussy hair, and I knew that there were also two on the inside of her left thigh.

She looked fucking magnificent.

"Get that dick, baby," I grunted. "Ride that cock until you're dripping all over my hips. Use my cock to make yourself cum."

With her head thrown back, Rylee's hips started moving with the same desperation that I'd been feeling earlier. She was chasing her orgasm, eager to cum again, and I was eager to give it to her. So, I grabbed onto her hips, and every time that she came down on me, I surged upwards. She might be on top, and I might be giving her some measure of control, but I was still in this with her. It was still my dick that she was using, and it was still my dick that I was giving her.