Page 22 of Seen By Larabe
“No, I was with the girls all day and…”
“And what, Satine?” I’m growling now because I need her so fucking bad, but her words are also important, and I want her to know that.
“And I wanted to be ready for you and I like how my skin feels when it’s freshly motioned, and you rub against me.” She blushes and it sinks right into me. How is she still this shy little thing after all she has been through?
“Larabee?” She says my name because I haven’t moved or said anything. I am simply taking her in and memorizing every inch of her. I can tell by the catch in her breath that she has missed me as much as I have missed her.
“Bend over the fucking bed Satine, and spread your legs,” I command. I should be softer, gentler but I am so fucking hungry for her pussy that I can’t be what she needs right now.
“Is everything okay?” she breathes out, even as she is following orders. Her naked body is shiny and slick from the moisturizer, her flawless perfect skin is making my mouth water.
“It will be as soon as I get this nut out.” I tell her, unzipping my pants and gripping my cock in my hands. I walk behind her and level her back further down. My hand goes to her head, and I push it onto the bed. “Shit,” I grunt before slamming into her. Her ass is at the perfect angle and without making sure she is wet and ready for me; I kick her legs open more and then rut my cock into her as deep and as hard as I can go. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” I shout into the room.
“Larabee!” I barely hear her muffled voice. Hell, if I'm honest I am not trying to hear it. I just need to be in her, fucking her so I believe she is real and safe.
“Son of a bitch, angel. This pussy is so fucking tight. It’s soaked,” I whisper in her ear, leaning over her back. In and out I move, I rut into her, savagely splintering her pussy over and over, her cries of pain and pleasure harmonizing in my head like a symphony.
The wet slapping sounds of my balls hitting her pussy are making me harder the more I hear it. With each push, my hand tightens in her hair and her cunt tries to suck the cum from my cock.
“It’s too hard. So deep,” she whimpers, but she is still pushing her ass against me.
“It’s never too hard. Never too deep,” I growl at her, wrenching her head back and turning it so I can suck her lips into my mouth. “It’s never too anything, but perfect.” Now, Move that ass and fuck me back, baby.”
“Okay. Okay. You’re everywhere,” she keens. I lean back and watch my cock disappear into her pussy over and over. I watch the sticky honey and the creamy salt from both of us, drip and squish between us.
“Damn look at that.” I say spreading her ass and looking at the mixture more closely. “Look at how stretched you are around my monster. No matter how much I fuck you this pussy is always going to be snug as fuck.” Her pleas get louder, and my movements become more frantic. “You belong to me, Piccola. Say it.” Blood is rushing to my head thinking about someone trying to take her from me.
“Yours babe. I’m yours.”
“All fucking mine. I will kill anyone who tries to take you from me. My cold dead hands will have to pried from around your throat before that happens.” Her pussy closes around my cock, fucking making black spots dance behind my eyes. “You like that huh baby? You like knowing your man is willing to die to keep you, don’t you?”
“Yes. Yes. I love you.” She chants over and over. Her words spark my orgasm. Cursing and spitting, I put my thumb against her clit and rub twice real hard and then she screams, sucking my cum from me, coming with me. “Larabee.” She calls out my name before her body starts shaking.
“I’m here, baby. Right there.” Pulling out, I lift her limp body and walk into the bedroom. Laying her down slowly, I pull back the sheets and slide underneath with her in my arms. “I love you, angel. I will fight for us until my last breath.” She hums and turns into my chest. Her face looks peaceful, and I want to keep it that way.
Eighteen
Satine
One Week Later
“Hey girl. Are you ready to go?” I am currently in my foyer spinning in circles trying to find my purse and making sure I was missing nothing else. Lily is at the door waiting for me so we can go to the mall.
She called me yesterday afternoon while Larabee was gone and asked me if I wanted to have a girls day. I was exhausted yesterday thanks to my husband's insatiable appetite, and all I wanted to do is sleep. So, I told her today would be better.
Finding my missing stuff by the shoe rack, I grab the house keys and meet her at the door. “You look gorgeous,” she says, smiling at me. Blushing, I look down at my dress and it makes me flush harder. “How do you feel?”
“I feel great. Even before what happened I was never this happy.” It’s true. I never had a chance to find out who I was. I was always being told who to be.
“I can see it. You look radiant.” My head falls from embarrassment, but I smile.
“Thanks.”
“Just telling the truth. Now let’s get out of here.” Nodding, I lock up and we walk to her car.
“So where are we going?” I ask, feeling excited to be going out with another woman.
“I thought we would go to the lingerie store, maybe hit up some shoe stores. Nothing too strenuous you know.” She rubs her belly and I nod my head. My eyes don’t leave her round stomach as a longing hits me.