Page 36 of Fight for You

"I'm not going to last," I mumble. My balls are already drawn up and aching for release just from sliding through her sticky juices. There's no way I'm going to last once she's wrapped around me, squeezing me tight. "It's been seven years. I'm not going to last. Fuck. I'll make it up to you."

Before she can say anything, I thrust into her, not stopping until I'm balls deep.

"Cade!" she screams, her voice so loud it echoes around the room.

Heaven. I've died and gone to heaven. Jesus did me a solid and opened the Pearly Gates. I don't know why—maybe he mixed me up with some other motherfucker—but I'm in heaven. There's no way this kind of paradise exists on earth.

"Fuck, little monster," I groan, just holding her on my cock because I literally cannot move. If I do, I'm going to die for real, and that'd be a goddamn tragedy too. I can't die yet. She hasn't even come on my cock. "Thought I remembered how good you felt with that pussy wrapped around my cock. Dreamed about it every night for years, but I was wrong. This is so much better. Fuck, January."

"Cade," she moans. "You feel so good. Oh God. Please. I need you."

"You have me, baby girl. You've always had me." I press my forehead to hers, trying to keep it together and keep from coming right here and now. Trying not to cry because this is perfection. I don't deserve it, but it's perfect and she's mine and somehow, I'm going to find a way to keep her. "Missed you so goddamn much."

"I missed–" She breaks off with a loud groan when I lift her off me and then drop her back down. Her nails dig deeper into my back.

I hope they mark me deep enough to scar. I want a reminder of this moment embedded in my skin so when I look in the mirror, I see her.

Hell, I already see her when I look in the mirror. I had her etched into my skin years ago. Every year, I etch her deeper. I'm covered in her, memories of her screaming at me in ink and color from tattoo after tattoo. One for every birthday I missed. Another for every anniversary I wasn't by her side.

I won't miss any more. Even if it kills me, even if I die trying, I'll find a way to be worthy of her.

I bounce her up and down on my cock, moaning each time she takes all of me. She's so small, and I'm big and hard everywhere. You'd think we wouldn't fit together, but she was made to take this dick. It was made for her pussy. Only hers. Always hers.

“You like how fucking good that feels, January?”

She cries out my name again, wiggling and moaning. Pleasure is stamped across each delicate feature of her face, blazing so hot it's like staring into the sun. I feel like a god as I fuck her, my hand wrapped around her throat, my lip between my teeth, and my eyes half-mast.

Her body responds to me like it knows who it belongs to…like it's been waiting for me to come back and claim it. I do, pounding into her so hard she'll feel me for days. She'll smile every time she remembers how hard I took her. When she slides that little hand into her panties in the dark and touches herself next time, she'll think about this.

I yank the cups of her bra down, exposing those luscious tits to my greedy gaze. They're obscene and perfect…pert and bouncy with big pink nipples made for my mouth. I pull one between my teeth and bite down.

Her pussy contracts around my cock, another breathy cry of pleasure leaving her lips.

“That’s it, little monster,” I growl. “Let me hear how fucking good you feel.”

“So good,” she whimpers, writhing on me. “God, Cade. I forgot how fucking good it was.”

I lick and bite and suck her tits until her nipples are red and my marks are all over her. The sight has my cock aching for release.

"I need you to come, baby girl," I tell her, bouncing her harder. Her tits jiggle and shake in my face. I have to bury my face between them for a minute. They demand it. "You gotta come, sweetheart. I need that pussy soaking me when I go off."

"Cade," she whimpers and writhes. Her pussy contracts on me, her inner walls rippling up and down my length.

"Goddammit, January," I growl, throwing my head back in ecstasy. I squeeze her throat. "Fucking come or I'm spanking your ass before I eat that pussy."

"Cade!" she screams and comes all over me. She thrashes and wails, trying to push me off and pull me closer at the same time. Her pussy clamps down on me.

I roar her name as my own climax rips through me, tearing me apart. My heart stops beating for a second. My mind empties, the capacity for thought vanishing as her pussy milks my cock for every drop. I give it to her, pumping into her and roaring her name until I can't breathe.

When my cock finally stops spilling into her, she's splayed across the door, her pussy still fluttering around me. Her hair is a sweaty mess and her cheeks are pink. She's wrecked and even more perfect than before.

I open my mouth to tell her I love her, that I never stopped loving her and never will. But I can't form the words. I'm not sure she's ready to hear them and I'm suddenly terrified if I say it, she'll realize I don't deserve her. She'll kick my sorry ass out of here.

I won't survive that this time.

So I swallow the confession back and press the words into her skin instead. Three little kisses on the side of her throat, right where her pulse pounds. One for each word I don't say, whispered directly to her heart.

January falls asleep with a sated smile on her lips. She looks so perfect my chest aches. With a groan, I lift her pliant body away from the door and wrap her up in my arms. She snuggles into me with a content sigh. I stumble down the hall to her bedroom.