Tanner.
I could have stopped right then. Pulled my cock out of her. Covered us both up. Or at least shut the window for fuck’s sake.
I didn’t do any of those things.
Leaning down over my girl, I licked her neck as she moaned my name over and over again. Oblivious to our new audience. “Who does this pussy belong to?” I asked, staring straight out the window into the horrified eyes of our uninvited guest.
“You. Always. It’s always been you,” she breathed. Her pussy clamped around my cock again and I struggled to maintain control. I wasn’t done yet. This kid had to know without a doubt that Pup belonged to me.
She is mine.
“I love you, Pup. So much,” I told her, thrusting harder and harder. “Do you love me?” I asked, making sure I stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves in the front wall of her pussy that made her scream.
I’d missed her fucking screams.
“Yes. So much. I love you so much!” she said. It started out as a whisper, but as her orgasm took hold, it became louder and louder, until she had to shove a pillow in her face to prevent anyone who might be in the house from hearing her.
But someone had heard.
When I felt the tingling sensation begin at the base of my spine, an idea took hold and it was like my baser instincts took over. Once I thought about doing it, I couldn’t think of anything else.
I pushed into her twice more then pulled out of her tight heat. I jerked my cock in my hand, making a show of spurting my cum onto her bare back. Doe dropped onto her stomach in exhaustion, but I wasn’t quite done. I looked out the window, directly over to where Tanner was unsuccessfully hiding. I ran my hands through the mess I’d just made on her, sliding it around on her back and her ass, marking her as mine. I pulled her up by her hair and stuck two cum covered fingers in her mouth.
She groaned and greedily sucked them clean.
My message was clear.
Tanner stood on the branch, no longer bothering to conceal his presence. For a long moment he continued to stare, until finally he turned and leapt from the tree.
Both Pup and Tanner now knew who she belonged to.
And it sure as fuck wasn’t him.
Doe
King fell on top of me, pressing me into the mattress as we both caught our breaths. The weight of him over my back was almost crushing, but I didn’t want to move. Afraid that if I did, I would wake up and this would have all been a dream.
King sat up and leaned against the headboard pulling me close to him. “Now can I tell you why?” I asked, still catching my breath.
King nodded. “I thought you were dead,” I started. “I’d panicked when I hadn’t heard from you in a while. I went to Bear’s clubhouse hoping they could get a message to you somehow. Bear’s dad told me you were dead.” King gave me a reassuring squeeze, encouraging me to continue. “And I missed you. I missed you so much.” A tear ran down my cheek as I remembered how I first felt when Bear’s old man had told me that King was dead. King leaned in and trapped the tear between his lips, catching it before it had a chance to drip from my jaw. “I went to see Max.”
King froze.
“What? You saw Max?” he asked in disbelief.
I nodded. “Yes. And she’s so beautiful. She has your eyes, your smile. She gave me this.” I held up my wrist to show him the plastic purple bracelet, and King ran his fingers over it, as if he were examining the queen’s jewels. “I knew right away she needed to be with me. I wanted to adopt her.”
“Baby,” King said on a strained whisper.
I wiped at another tear spilling down my other cheek. “I wanted to increase my chances of making that happen. The senator said single women looking to adopt are often passed over.” I turned to look him in the eye. “I didn’t want that to happen. I would’ve done anything. For her. For you. But to be honest, I was doing it mostly for me, because she’s a piece of you, and I wanted that piece with me, always.” I laughed. “So I did what I had to do.”
“You married Tanner… for me,” King said. There was no more anger. No judgment. If anything he sounded in awe of what I’d done. Gently reaching out to cup my face, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my lips. Where most of our kisses are full of heat and passion, this one was all tenderness and love. He pulled back slowly, looking me over as if he were searching for something.