Chapter 8

EIGHT

Hugh

“That’s it. Keep taking it like a good girl,” I praise Letty as her hips rise to meet each of my thrusts.

Her blonde hair is tangled across my sheets, and she looks back at me over her shoulder, her pale green eyes locking on me as I continue to pound into her. Her mouth is half open, and I can tell by the lustful, dazed look in her half-lidded eyes that she’s close. Her tight pussy clamps down around me as I reach around her hip, my fingers finding her clit and rolling the little button under my thumb.

“Oh! Hugh! Don’t stop,” she pants, and I grunt in agreement.

I woke up this morning to Letty’s hot mouth wrapped around my cock. I had thought that it was just another dream until I had reached down and felt her soft skin. That had jolted me awake, and I couldn’t resist dragging her up my body and then rolling her under me. I had sunk into her tight heat and kissed her soundly as she moaned for me to fuck her harder.

I’ve made love to Letty four times throughout the night, and each time, we tried something new. The first time we were face to face and I had loved looking into her pretty green eyes while I made her come. I had thought that would be my favorite position, but then the next time, she was on top of me, her full tits bouncing right in my face, and I was sure that was my new favorite.

It’s taken me a few times, but I’m realizing that I just love being with Letty. Any way that I can have her.

“Harder,” Letty moans as I sink deep into her over and over again.

I grip her hips as I thrust into her, my balls slapping off her clit as I fuck her roughly. Her juices are coating my cock, dripping down onto the bedsheets beneath us, and I grit my teeth to keep from coming before she goes off. I need her to come before I can.

“Oh! Oh, oh, oh!” She screams, and I press down on her clit as I pound into her like a beast.

“Fuck,” I grind out as she comes, her pussy gripping my cock like a fist.

Her orgasm triggers my own, and I hold myself deep within her as I find my own release.

“Goddamn. That’s my good girl,” I pant, running my hand down her spine as I slowly pull out of her.

She sighs contentedly as she rolls over to her side and cuddles back under the blankets. I smile as I join her and pull her into my side. She rests her head on my chest, and I stroke some stray strands of hair away from her face.

“How many more fantasies do we have to work through?” She asks me, and I laugh.

“A million. Too many to name, and it feels like every time we’re together, I think of some other way.”

“So creative,” she says sweetly, and I laugh harder.

“Only about this. Only with you.”

I kiss the top of her head, and her arm tightens around my waist. She’s so warm, and I smile as I let my eyes drift shut. I have everything that I need right here in my arms, and I fall back asleep satisfied.

I wake up a few hours later alone, and I frown as I crawl out of bed, throw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt, and go in search of my girl. I grab my phone and see the text confirming that the loan shark has been paid off and promised to stay the hell away from my girl and I smile. I can’t wait to tell Letty the news. I just need to find her first.

The house is quiet, so I poke my head into each room as I walk past. There’s no sign of her upstairs, so I head downstairs and towards the kitchen.

“Letty?” I call out, but there’s no response.

I start to panic.

Did she leave? Where would she have gone? Why didn’t she wake me up? Was there a note upstairs that I missed?

I look outside and see that it’s snowing hard. My panic increases a few notches and I bolt for the front door, ripping it open and letting out a giant sigh of relief when I see her old car is still parked out front. It’s half covered in snow, and I don’t see any footprints in the snow that would lead me to believe that she was out there.

I close the front door and go back to search the rest of the house. I jog back down towards my office and the library and come up short when I spot my girl curled up on the leather couch in the library. She has a book in her hands and a stack of five others piled next to her on the coffee table, and I pause as I take her in.

She looks gorgeous with the sun shining in through the window behind her, the snow making the whole scene cozier. She looks so comfortable and at home here, and I know that I want to ask her to move in with me. It’s more than that, though. I want to ask her to be mine.

For real.

Completely.

Forever.

With my mind made up, I grin as I make my way quietly over to her.

“I was wondering where you had snuck off to,” I say as I wrap my arms around her from behind.

She yelps, dropping the book, and I nuzzle my nose against her neck, hiding my smile.

“You scared me,” she scolds me as she leans into my embrace.

“I missed you. I was looking for you.”

“I figured that you needed your sleep,” she says coyly, giving me a naughty look over her shoulder.

“I did, but then I woke up, and I just needed you.”

She twists, kissing me, and I slip over the back of the couch and land on the cushions next to her.

“What did you want to do now? Are you hungry?” She asks me as I wrap my arm around her shoulders.

“Not really. I can make something if you are, though.”

“I had a snack not too long ago, so I’m not hungry. For food, that is,” she says suggestively, and my cock hardens in my sweatpants.

She doesn’t miss the way that the material tents, and I grab her hand, distracting her by pressing a quick kiss to her plump lips. I want her, I always want her, but there’s something that I need to do first.

I need to ask her to be mine.