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"I'm just letting you get used to me, little one."

I'm starting to see a stubborn streak in this man, and I'm not liking it. I want to be pounded by him until I burst once again. I wiggle my ass again and hear him groan. The sound excites me, and I move against him again.

"Okay, okay. I'll fuck you nice and hard until you explode again in my arms."

"That's all I'm asking."

My words come out muffled because my face is against the couch cushions. I should be embarrassed to be in this position, but I find the whole situation hotter than hell. I love it. I loved being splayed like this for his pleasure. After what feels like an eternity, he starts thrusting in and out of me.

The thrusts are measured and steady, and I grab onto the couch. Every thrust pushes me forward until I'm up on my tiptoes. I can hear Mitchell's grunts every time he slides inside me until he bottoms out. His large cock fills me in ways I've never felt before.

I've used toys before and they were not as big as he is. I love it, though. The stretch, the slight pain when he's fully inside me, and the sounds he is making as he fucks me properly. I allow my body to feel every thrust, to enjoy this amazing moment in time where we're joined and he's claiming me.

"Mitchell, I need more."

He seems to know exactly what I'm asking for because he reaches under my belly and finds my clit. He starts circling it with his fingers and the stimulation brings forward another orgasm. This time I'm pretty sure everyone in the block heard me.

"I can't hold on any longer, little one. I'm gonna spill my cum inside you."

The words make my pussy clench around him like a vise, and then he's pumping me full of his seed. When he's completely spent, he falls forward against my back, but he doesn't put all his weight on me. He somehow manages to kiss me on the neck and then he pulls me up into his arms.

I'm a complete mess, naked from the waist down and cum leaking out of me down my thighs.

"Come on, little one."

He pulls me up in his arms, bride style and goes up the stairs to the second floor where my bedroom is. He doesn't set me down in the bedroom, but goes toward the shower. He places me down on my feet and finishes undressing me.

I feel vulnerable now, naked in front of him, but that's fixed when he starts taking his clothes off as well. He directs me into the shower, and the cool water falls down on our bodies. He tenderly washes me and cleans me thoroughly.

When he's finished washing me, he washes himself really quickly, and then we rinse under the water. He kisses me and I lean into his powerful frame. This moment is tender, and it's doing something to my insides. He turns off the faucet and gets a towel to dry me with.

Once I'm dry he dries himself, and then he takes my hand in his and guides me towards the bedroom. He pulls out the covers and signals me to get under them, and then he joins me. I immediately rest my head on his chest and cuddle with him.

"I can't believe that happened."

"This is just the beginning, little one."

The way he just took care of me and the way he's holding me right now, I definitely believe this is the beginning of something beautiful.

Chapter 8

Sarah

The past two weeks have been a dream come true. Mitchell comes in the afternoon around three o'clock and works until I can join him, sometimes at five, sometimes at six, depending on what I've got going on at work. At seven we take a small break for dinner and then at nine he's all mine.

I've become quite possessive of him. He acts like I'm the only person in his world, and I have to say I love it. He takes such good care of me. He's gentle and tender and a bit obsessed with making me come as many times as possible during the night.

The kitchen is almost ready. It looks like one of those extreme makeovers that they do on television. I just wish my grandmother could have seen it. It's a kitchen made for someone who loves to cook, like she did. I'm standing in the middle of the kitchen, checking everything out.

"This is a work of art, Mitchell."

"Does that mean you like it?"

"Like it? I love it. It's the perfect kitchen. I couldn't have done it without you."

"I'm glad you like it, little one. Just two more days and we can celebrate. Where would you like to go? Somewhere fancy?"

"You don't have to do that."