Page 68 of Bedlam

“Dario. Please. I need more.” I beg, and he pulls back.

“You still want me after all I’ve said?” He asks.

“The fact that you were man enough to tell me, knowing I could kick you to the curb, means more to me than what has already happened despite how I felt. We are here now. She’s gone. Are you willing to take a chance on us and work on rebuilding what we once had or even something new?” I ask and he smiles, kissing me until I can’t fucking breathe.

“Was that your answer, Big Man?” I say and he nods.

“Words, Dario. I need your consent,” I say with a grin.

“Yes.” He says as he pulls my tank top down, spilling out my tits.

“I want you and only you.” He breathes as he takes a nipple into his mouth, swirling it with his tongue.

“Then prove it.” I challenge as his eyes snap to mine. He growls, reaching down between my legs and ripping my thong from my body in one swift pull. The ripping of the fabric leaves marks against my thighs and I moan as he sinks his fingers into my wet pussy.

“Fuck, Jade. So tight, Kitten.” He groans, lifting my leg higher as he plays with my pussy like a fucking fiddle.

“Please Dario. Fill me. Let me fucking feel you.” I beg as he flicks his thumb against my pierced clit, causing my body to shiver.

“Always so responsive Kitten, Daddy loves when you purr for him.” He says and the word ‘Daddy’ triggers something deep inside my fucking soul. It’s not a vision, it’s a whole fucking feeling, like the man above me belongs just where he is and that I belong to him. So what do I do? I surrender to him. I reach down and slide my hand into his sweats, gripping his pierced cock.

“Shit, Kitten, I’ve fucking missed you.” He shivers as I run my nails down his length.

“Mmm, baby. I need to be inside you.” He moans as I slide his pants over his luscious ass. He lines his cock up with my entrance and slowly rolls his hips as he enters me inch by fucking inch. I gasp at the feel of him, the feel of his ladder milking my walls as I tighten around him. My whole body damn near convulses once he’s fully seated in me.

“Look at me, Kitten,” he commands and my eyes snap up to his.

“You feel that, baby? You feel how fast our hearts are beating? How fucking hard I am for you and how soaked you are for me?” He asks and I swallow thickly with how intimate he makes this feel, how he makesmefeel.

“Yes, yes I feel it all. We’re meant to be in this moment together. Just me and you.” I pant as he bites his bottom lip, thrusting slowly in and out of my wet pussy. He starts to pick upthe pace as I continue to tighten around him, meeting him thrust for thrust, digging my nails into this chest.

“Fuck, Dario. You feel so fucking good. Fuck.” I moan, as he slams hard into me, gripping my hips tightly.

“I fucking love these thick hips, baby. You make me want to fill you already and watch you walk around here pregnant with my babies.” He groans and I whimper, tightening around him.

“Is that what you want, Kitten? You want me to fill you with my babies?” He growls, slamming into me harder.

“Fuck, that dirty mouth. You’re going to make me cum, Big Man.” I quiver as he pulls all the way out just to slam all the way back in.

“Yes, Kitten. Cum, baby, let me feel you squeeze that tight little cunt around my cock.” He groans, pulling at both my nipples and rolling them with his thumbs. My back arches off the bed as my cunt begins to ripple, my orgasm hitting me hard and fast.

“Just like that Kitten. Tighter, baby. Come on, I know you got one more for Daddy.” He commands as he continues to roll my nipple with one hand and roll my clit with the other. I scream my release as my body shatters and tightens around his cock so fucking tight. Splashing sounds are all you hear as he cums with a roar, spilling his load deep inside me. His body jerks as he makes sure to leave every last drop inside me.

Leaning on his elbows, he rubs his nose against mine and kisses me slowly for god knows how long. It’s not until he’s hard again that we fuck, and fuck, and fuck, until he’s stretched every hole and filled me to the brim.

forty-seven

Dear Diary

forty-eight

Gagging

Jameson

Stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and walk out into the room. This is the other thing we need to have a conversation about; our rooms. It’s a six-bedroom house, but I need to know if we are all getting our own. As much as I want to stomp right into her room tonight and take what I want, I’ll let Dario have his night. Tomorrow will be mine.

Spade is sitting on the bed in nothing but sweats as he holds his head in his hands. He knows he fucked up and now it’s time for him to pay his penance.