Page 25 of My Weakness

I swallow around him, trying to rid my mouth of the saliva pooling in it and he groans again at the sensation. I take a deep breath through my nose and angle my head back slightly; he does the rest as he pushes his way down and cuts off my air. My eyes widen, looking up at him as fear floods me at the lack of oxygen. His hand strokes over the top of my head.

“Shh, that’s my good girl. Look at you stuffed full of my cock, you’re so fucking hot.”

His cock pulls free only to thrust straight back in again as he begins to fuck my face. I don’t understand why I’m enjoying thisso much but, fuck, if it’s not one of the most intense experiences of my life.

“Nice deep breath,” he says as he pulls free, just the tip resting on my tongue. I draw in a lungful of air as tears stream down my face. “That’s it, such a good fucking girl.” His cock plunges back down my throat as he picks up his pace.

Okay, Mia, let’s see if you’re right.

My hand comes up and cups his balls, giving them a light squeeze before I slide my fingers back towards his perineum. My fingers push down firmly as they slide back further towards that forbidden hole.

I can’t believe I’m about to do this.

“Pipsqueak,” he groans and his cock jerks in my mouth as the tip of my finger toys with him. “Fuck, baby wha—” His words are caught on a feral growl as I push my finger deep inside him.

A flood of pre-cum coats my tongue as his hips buck and his cock tunnels in and out of my throat. I finger his hole as he continues to fuck my throat with more force than before.

“Ah, Jesus, fuck,” he bites out as his hand slaps the wall behind me. “Fuuuuck. I’m going to come,” he hisses. His cock swells just before a jet of cum shoots down the back of my throat.

He holds my head firmly in place by my hair as he pumps his release into my mouth, giving me so much it spills from the corners.

“Fucking swallow it, baby. It’s all yours.”

When his cock finally stops pulsing, I pull back from him, licking along his shaft and tip and cleaning every drop of his cum. I sit back on my heels and swipe the drops that have dribbled down my chin, licking it up like it’s my favorite desert, which it might well be — River is fucking delicious.

“What the fuck was that, pipsqueak?” I just smirk at him as I continue to lick his flavor from my fingers. “I don’t want to know where you learned that. The thought of you touching anyone elselike that?” He closes his eyes and tips his head back, taking a deep breath through his nose.

I’m not a cruel person, so I decide to ease a little of the jealously that seems to have possessed him. I stand up so I’m no longer kneeling at his feet, stroke my finger into the cleft of his chin and pull his face down to meet my eyes.

“You’re the first person I’ve ever done that with.”

I’ll let him read into that what he wants. He might think I just mean fingering a guy, he doesn’t need to know I mean all of it. He picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist as he walks us to the bed.

“And I’ll be the only one,” he growls.

River

I’ve spent two days inside her. The whole weekend has been spent fucking her any way I can. Hard and fast; slow and gentle; rough, playful, intense or laughing. I’ve fucked her every way imaginable. I’ve filled her cunt and her mouth; I’ve painted her tits and her ass. I’ve rubbed my cum into her like it’s fucking massage oil. She’s had my cum dripping out of her all weekend, and the minute I felt that she wasn’t full enough, I filled her again, keeping my cock buried deep inside her so it stays where it belongs.

I might not be planning to get her pregnant any time soon, but my actions sure don’t make it seem like it. I’ve woken her in the middle of the night, desperate, needing to slide inside her there and then, unable to wait until morning, and like the perfect little slut that she is for me, she just lays there and lets me.

I’m a selfish motherfucker. She deserves better than me, better than someone who was a piece of shit to her for five years, but I don’t care. None of that matters because I am never letting her go. I’ve finally got her; I’ve finally claimed the one woman who was always meant for me and that’s never going to change. There’s not a doubt left in my mind that I’m going to marry this woman.

Chapter Sixteen

River

She’s taken my cock, my cum, my fingers. She’s taken all of me, but she won’t take my heart. She won’t accept how I really feel about her, and that this is real,weare real.

It’s Sunday afternoon and we’re, unfortunately getting ready to leave the vineyard to head back home. I’m desperate for a few more days with her, because I’m not sure what she’s going to do when we get back. I can’t let her pull away from me, or think this was just for a weekend, that we’re just ‘scratching an itch’, as she so romantically put it. I’m all in and I need her to know that.

I close the trunk and walk round to where she’s standing, staring up at the building that has been our home for the past two nights. I pull her back to my front and wrap my arms around her.

“We can come back whenever you want,” I whisper into her ear.

“Hmm?”

“Here. We can come back here whenever you want. I’ve got a lot of making up to do.”