“I want to hear the words,” I commanded, stopping when I was filling her half way.
“What words?” She asked, pressing back.
I stilled her hips, looking down to where we were connected, amazed that she could take all of me.
“The words you said to me in bed last night. I want to hear them,” I told her, pulling back until just the crest of my cock remained lodged inside her tight pussy.
She whimpered and said, “I fucking love you. Now please, give me your cock!”
Smiling, I gave her my cock.
Holding onto her hips, I snapped mine forward at the same time as I pulled hers back.
She screamed when my cock lodged fully inside of her, kissing the entrance to her womb.
She gasped, and her arms started to shake as I worked my length in and out of her, faster and faster.
Our skin slapping together filled the room as my ass cheeks clenched as I powered into her.
Each slap-slap had my balls swinging and smacking onto her clit, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
“Walk your feet together and lean back,” I ordered her. “There you go. Now bend over like you’re picking something up off the ground. Grab your ankles.”
She did, allowing me more movement to use her body as I liked.
“Feel okay?” I asked, knowing it was much deeper this way.
“Y-yes,” she whispered. “I’m so close. Oh, God!”
Her legs gave out when her orgasm tore through her, and I grunted with the effort to hold her up while her sweet, hot, juicy pussy clamped down on my cock, effectively making it hard to think, let alone hold up Lennox’s weight.
Her dead weight.
“Oh, fuck,” I said, arms burning as she started to pulse around me.
Gasping, I came, my release shooting out of my cock and battering against her cervix in long, thick pulses.
“Fuck yes,” I grunted, abs tightening with each pulse.
Lennox must’ve finally come back online because her knees once again locked, taking her weight and allowing me to shoot the last dregs of my orgasm inside of her without thinking I was going to drop her.
“Jesus,” she breathed. “I was just trying to stretch.”
I chuckled and pulled out of her slowly, watching in fascination as my come started to seep out.
My thumb once again moved up to run over her pussy, slowly working it in to her overheated skin in large sweeps.
“I think you got it,” she laughed, standing.
I pulled her naked body against mine, running the palm of my hand down the front of her body to come to a rest at the apex of her thighs.
Leaning my head down and kissing her neck, I said, “I fucking love you, too.”
She laughed. “Damn straight.”
Letting her go, I walked to the bathroom and wet a cloth, bringing it to the door before I tossed it to her.
She caught it, but one of the wet ends swung up and slapped against her face, causing her to wince.
“Thanks,” she muttered dryly, wiping her cheek off on her shoulder.
“No problem,” I winked, walking back to the bathroom to wash my hands and clean my cock off.
I looked down, seeing the empty bottle she’d taken insulin from on the bathroom counter, and wondered if this would be my life now.
I’d have to get her one of those red boxes so she could hang it up and put her needles into it.
And I couldn’t say that bothered me.
Not even a little bit.
Once I was done, I brushed my teeth, used the restroom, and came out to the bedroom to find Lennox sprawled in the middle of the bed, head turned to the side watching me.
“Tired?” I asked, taking a seat on the side of the bed and running the palm of my hand down the middle of her t-shirt clad back.
“Exhausted,” she admitted. “Your ex saps all of my energy from me every time I’m within twenty feet of her.”
I snorted and rolled over her to my side, getting my feet under the covers and pulling her to me.
“My ex is a fuckin’ psycho,” I told her honestly. “And I’m sorry she’s in your life.”
She turned her head and stared at me.
“It’s not like you brought her into my life. I did that all on my own. It’s just a coincidence that we both hate her. And she hates us both,” she told me.
I grimaced.
“I feel sorry for the poor fuck who married that cunt,” I sighed, closing my eyes.
A grunt tore from my lips when Lennox half-heartedly punched me in the belly.
“Uhh,” I ground out. “What was that for?”
“Don’t say the C-word. Yuck,” she said with disgust. “You shouldn’t be talking like that anyway. Not when you have kids.”
“I have a kid, singular,” I told her.
She punched me again. “Same thing.”
I shook my head. “So not the same thing. One is one. Two is more than one. I have one. Not more than one.”
She sighed and buried her face into the pillow. “You obviously couldn’t handle more than one, anyway. Not with your inability to not be stupid.”
I smacked her ass. “I could totally do more children…with you. Not with anyone else.”
Then what I’d said made her freeze, causing me to watch her warily.
Why the woman was so afraid of commitment was amazing to me.
Her parents were fucking married and had been for her entire life.
She’d had instances where men hadn’t treated her right, but that in no way, shape, or form should have made her so afraid.
“What’s with you and not being able to talk about your future?” I asked her after she continued to remain still.
She turned her head and shrugged.
“I don’t like being cheated on. I don’t like being left hanging. I don’t like being lied to repeatedly. And I don’t like being second best. Something that all of my previous boyfriends did. I’m not saying that you have, or will do, any of those things. It’s just hard to think past the hurt sometimes. A baby is a huge commitment. Even thinking about a baby gives me hives.”
“You do well with Reagan,” I told her, knowing for a fact that she had done just that.