Page 17 of Wet and Welder
“Yes, Ma’am,” he whispers. The look on his face is pure awe as he slides up to my mouth. I grab his sculpted ass and pull him in harder.
“Good boy.”
Again, an animalistic groan rattles the steel walls of the room, and soon, he places his crown in and out of my wet mouth, watching me take him from above. Staring at me as if together we make a masterpiece. An artifact he could admire for the rest of his days.
His ab muscles ripple with brute strength as he moves, and the sounds dance in the room.
The sight is so erotic I want to come from his pleasure alone…and that has never happened to me before.
Nothing like tonight has ever been on my radar, but I wouldn’t trade places with anyone. To be the one beneath the bearded beast is an absolute fucking honor, and when he takes me, I know it’ll be worth the wait. Our fighting may as well have been foreplay for the way our chemistry is burning. When this fire combusts, I feel sorry for everyone else who will never experience it. There is nothing like the two of us together, this is a fact I’ve been slow to realize, but now I want it welded to my heart forever.
CHAPTER TWELVE
MIC
Down here in the sunken half of the ship, miles under water, I admire my dream girl and the beautiful erotic scene we’re painting. I watch myself disappear in and out of her mouth and try to stifle off my impending orgasm. The steel under her must be cold and beyond uncomfortable, but she doesn’t stop me. Her tits feel too good as I slide between them, but it’s all foreplay leading up to the main course. Something I’m far too hungry for, so before I blow my load all over her beautiful face, I pull back and position myself at her center. She nods in agreement her eyes turning dark with just as much hunger as I feel.
Slowly, I tease my crown on her, testing her wetness. I’m a large man, and my dick is too big not to hurt her, which is the last thing I want to do. So, I play with her a bit more, slapping her clit with my tip and rubbing it in her moisture. The way her hips move against me, begs for me to dive in deep, but I won’t hurt her. Hell, she could say stop right now, and I would.
“Please, Mic!” She shouts, and the echoes ring around us. “I can’t take anymore. I need you inside me.”
Her request is strained, and I can’t hold back any longer. I have to be inside her, feeling the same urgency as the beauty under me. I take my hard cock and line it up and slowly push in, watching and listening to every move and sound she makes and waiting for any sign of discomfort.
The gasp from her sweet lips as I fill her sounds closer to pleasure than pain, but still, I ask, “Is this okay?”
“Oh my, Mic,” She pants almost breathless. “Yes, you feel so good.”
When I’m deep inside her, I wait to move and kiss her. Those greedy hands come to palm my ass again, and she pulls me impossibly closer as I fuck her mouth with my tongue. Feeling her hips rock, I take her by the throat, groaning at the ownership I feel. The utter satisfaction my cock feels finally being back where it belongs.
This woman fucking owns me, and I know that no matter what, I’ll chase her to any troubled waters and protect her until she asks me not to.
“Yes, Mic, yes, harder,” she begs, breaking our kiss, and my hips thrust at her command.
I fuck her good and hard, each thrust giving her more until I’m giving her all I’ve got. Those sweet screams of pleasure spur me on, and soon, I’m an animal. I plummet into her just to do it again. She keeps her legs and hands firmly on my ass, pulling me just as hard, and I use my grip on her throat to pull her onto my throbbing cock.
“Mic! I’m there, holy fuck, I’m going to come!”
“Yeah, baby, come for me. Soak my cock with your pretty juice. Show me how much you love my cock.”
At my dirty words, she comes apart, and her walls convulse tight on my cock, setting me off. I groan something unintelligible as she says my name in a softer whisper, still shaking and coming down from her orgasm.
I’m less graceful as I fill her tight cunt with my seed, and like a monster, praying it all stays inside her. My orgasm still rocks me, and I thrust slower and watch myself with one of her legs over my shoulder. She’s so damn beautiful as she stares at me, catching her breath. Not an ounce of remorse on her soft features.
Mallory is a strong woman, and I count my lucky stars knowing I’m one of the very few men, maybe the only one, who gets to see her soft side. She’s not running this time. No, she lies before me, perfectly content to watch me fuck her slowly as my cock grows soft, emptying every last drop inside her.
Reluctantly, I pull out, and when my cum tries to follow, I softly use my thumb to push back inside her. My queen might not know it yet, but she’s mine, and this sweet pussy is now branded, completely owned.
I kiss the inside of her knee and put it back on the steel floor. Then I fall to her side in pure exhaustion to catch my breath.
“No running,” I command, and it makes her laugh.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Mallory replies, cuddling up to my sweaty side and hiking her leg over my waist so I grab hold. The feel of her skin is sticky, and I feel like a cocky king knowing I made her a mess.
“Can I tell you something without your ego exploding?” She asks after a while.
“I can’t make any promises. You have the uncanny ability to make me explode in all kinds of ways, baby,” I joke, making her laugh and kissing her wet hair that sticks to her forehead.
“That is the hardest I’ve ever come in my whole life,” she admits, and I notice she’s still catching her breath. Her chest still heaving as her nails skim through my chest hair.