CHAPTER EIGHT

– MARVIN –

What's stopping you? Those very words seal her fate and I start to rip away her clothes to strip her naked. I take a step back and let my gaze feast on her lush tits, broad hips, and slick pussy as I discard my clothes.

Grabbing her by the waist, I throw her onto the bed and bury my face between her legs before her ass bounces off the mattress. Her hands fly into my hair, curling her fingers to yank on the strands caught by her fists to keep my head in place.

I eat her pussy like a starved man, relishing in the tangy taste of my old lady. Until it grounds me enough to slow down to explore every inch of her pussy. I tease her enough to drive her crazy before I dip my tongue inside her.

"Marvinnnnn," she pleads and grinds herself against me to seek more friction.

Digging my fingers into her hips, I continue to torment her clit and finally let her come. Her taste explodes into my mouth, turning the tables on me 'cause it takes everything inside me not to blow my load right here and now.

She's moaning and swearing softly under her breath as her body shakes with the force of the orgasm I just gave her. I keep licking and sucking to prolong her pleasure and slowly let her come down from the waves of bliss.

When her body falls slack against the mattress, I crawl up her body, placing a hand right next to her head. I reach down to palm my cock and slap her clit with the tip where I have a thick ring going through the slit. I hiss at the contact, enjoying the added friction the piercing gives.

I've had the Prince Albert piercing for a few years, and I have to admit, I never thought about the woman's perspective 'cause I couldn't care less. Now, though? Taking in the wide eyes of my old lady as they fill with lust? She's completely intrigued as I slowly pump my cock in my hand and let the piercing tease her clit as I spread my precum all over her slick pussy.

My voice is guttural, even to my own ears, when I ask, "This pussy ever had a pierced cock fuck it hard?"

She only shakes her head and gasps when I smack her clit hard with my cock, making sure the piercing hits the bundle of nerves.

"Good girl, answering my question with what I like to hear. Now, answer me this…are you going to let me fuck you bare?" I feed her greedy pussy an inch or two before sliding over her clit again. "I'm clean and ready to fill you to the brim with my cum."

Kathleen raises her hips, moving to seek out my cock to impale herself. She's caught up in the lust and desire drenching the room, and so am I. Though, I need her to answer the damn question.

Moving my head close to her tit, I snag her nipple between my teeth and give her a sweet bite. She gasps as I free her nipple and stare down at her to see the sting of pain morphing into pleasure.

"Give me an answer, Kathleen. If you don't, I'll fuck you bare. I already know you're mine no matter what and any kid we'll conceive will be welcomed with open arms. Yet, you might want to focus on us and your career before taking a couple of months off to pop out our kid so you can go back to working again."

Her body stops moving and the lust in her eyes dims slightly to give her some focus.

The corner of my mouth twitches. "I knew that would get your attention."

"A couple of months off," she muses and slightly tilts her head. "You wouldn't force me to stop?"

The hand I had wrapped around my cock is now cupping the side of her face. "Pinning down a force as powerful as a tornado when it comes to law enforcement would be an insane effort. The town would take a hit and so would I because there's no way you would respect me if I don't respect you. If the tables were turned, would you demand I stopped working for any reason whatsoever?"

"Hell no," she instantly states. "Solving crime is a part of you, just like riding your motorcycle, or a horse for that matter."

I smile proudly. "That right there, boss lady, is why I would never hesitate to return the respect and loyalty engraved in your bones."

"I never stood a chance the day we met, did I?" she murmurs.

Reaching down, I fist my cock and line up. I slam my hips forward and bury myself to the hilt inside her when I growl, "Mine."

Her nails are digging into my shoulders and she's completely rigid underneath me. Her eyes are squeezed shut and I stare down at her when the realization hits as hard as her tight as hell pussy squeezing the life out of my cock.

I let my head fall in the crook of her neck, tenderly brushing my nose up and down to try and smooth out some of the tension in her body.

"Such a good girl, taking my cock to the hilt and trying to strangle my length in retaliation. Tell me, are you so fucking tight because you have been saving this sweet pussy just for my cock?" I croak.

"I'm not a virgin," she clips and adds in a mere whisper, "I've used toys."

I could laugh, but she wouldn't like it. Fucking hell, used toys. That doesn't compare to my pierced cock.

Not to mention, "You've only been teasing yourself with those toys, haven't you? Experimenting without satisfaction I reckon."

Because if she did fuck herself with a fake dick, she would have reacted differently to me filling her up in one stroke. I mean, I'm big, but I don't have a monstrosity of a cock.

She glares at me. "Are we going to have sex or do you need to keep talking so you'll get off by the sound of your voice?"

Motherfucker.

I shift on top of her and let my dick slide a few inches out of her tight pussy before surging back in. She gasps and I smirk down at her. Wrapping my fingers around her throat, I place my thumb on her chin to make sure she keeps her eyes locked with mine as I lean in.

Our mouths are a breath apart when I grunt, "I will only get off when your pussy strangles my cock during the orgasm I'll be giving you."

"Shut up and kiss me, asshole," she hisses and I chuckle as I slam my mouth over hers.

Slamming my hips back and forth, I keep fucking her while our mouths fight for dominance. I can feel her pulse underneath my hand. The experience is exhilarating. Everything about this woman heightens the sense of my being.

Having her close, our bodies slick and warm against one another as I keep burying myself inside her, flaming up an orgasm we both crave shows how extremely compatible we are. Moving as one force entwined in bliss is a first for me, and I know it's the same for her.

Her pussy tightens, hips slamming back as she fucks herself on and off my cock while I move my hips in a punishing rhythm. Rough. Carnal. Erratic breathing. Flesh hitting flesh. Yet, it's the most beautiful experience between a man and a woman. To be able to merge and become one with pleasure two people create and relish in together.

Like fireworks, my body feels the spark and explodes from the inside out. Her pussy spasms around my cock as it thickens and pulses inside her, spraying a load of cum inside her to make sure every inch of her womb is decorated with it.

At least, that's what it feels like because my cock keeps pulsing and my legs are twitching with tremors. I'm unable to keep myself upright, causing my body to press Kathleen deeper into the mattress. I'm completely spent, my energy drained, out of breath, and my heart feels like it's ready to leap out of my damn chest.

"Fuck. That was brilliant," I mutter between puffs of breath.

Kathleen pats my back. Weird reaction.

With great effort, I barely manage to lift myself slightly to glance at her face. "What's with the ‘atta boy' back pat?"

Kathleen snorts a laugh and keeps her eyes shut. The sated look on her face is what soothes my ego and conscience. I gently pull out of her and roll my weight off her as I take her with me. Settling her body against mine, I release a deep content breath and stare at the ceiling.

How fucked-up the world is with all the pain, loss, trauma, and everything that's happening…how fucking perfect this moment right here is where we hit pause and let the world revolve around just the two of us.

Decisions in life can be right or wrong and no one knows beforehand. Said decisions made by following your gut instinct are a bit less of a gamble and yet it also doesn't give you the certainty you aim for when you follow it through. Life is filled with lessons and experience, and I knew there were variables of uncertainties when I made the decision to move here.

Deep down I knew she was worth it. From the moment I saw her, when I researched everything about her, when we worked side-by-side, even though her sass and going head-to-head it was a validation we belonged together.

It has been a long damn time since I've felt this relaxed. I'm almost dozing off when I feel Kathleen shift beside me. Her hand lingers on my chest when she stares down at me.

"Yes, you are the first man I had sex with. Not so weird when you know I was born into a motorcycle club and had a lot of overly protective idiots surrounding me. Dating or fooling around was out of the question, and once I started my career it was not something I could afford. Especially once I became the sheriff."

"Banging the sheriff gives leverage, or so some fuckers might think," I growl low, anger and realization hit me full force.

No wonder she never let any man in her bed.

Her voice is soft with a grateful undertone when she states, "While you went above and beyond to show me nothing stood in our way, making me come first before anything else. No ulterior motive."

I squeeze her lush ass. "Other than claiming this ass and branding your pussy as mine, and mine alone."

A glimpse of her rolling her eyes is all I get before she snuggles close and places her head on my chest. The world feels right with my woman in my arms. We fall into a comfortable silence and I can feel myself drift off.

We should talk some more about life, how we go from here, and especially about my cum sitting warm and comfortable inside her. She never did answer my question about birth control. Though, she was aware I was ready for any consequences and would relish completing our lives with the shared future ahead of us.

Somewhere in the distance, I hear her murmur, but I'm too tired to answer and start to dream of what our future might entail.