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Matthias

The shower door opening jolts me out of my thoughts. I didn’t even hear Margot enter the bathroom.

Margot steps into the steam, completely naked.

God, she has the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen.

She doesn’t say a word, just picks up my soap and starts to wash me.

It’s intimate. Gentle. Reverent. I don’t dare speak. I just let her.

My cock reacts instantly. I harden until I’m brushing against her stomach.

She finishes cleaning me, steps back, and lets me rinse off.

When I go to grab her soaps, ready to return the favor, she shakes her head, then drops to her knees.

I forget how to breathe.

She wraps her small hand around my cock, and I let out a broken gasp. Her hand doesn’t even fit around my girth. She braces herself with the other, pressing it against my thigh .

She leans in, licks the bead of precum from my tip, and moans at the taste. The vibration sends a shiver up my spine.

She licks along my shaft, and it takes everything in me not to grab her hair and fuck her mouth.

She strokes me once, twice, then pauses, sensing the friction is too dry. She looks up, questioning.

“Spit on it.” I rasp. Not a command, just desperate need.

She hesitates, then obeys. She spits on my cock and rubs it in.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I much prefer her spit there than on my face.

She finds a rhythm. Stroking me. Tongue flicking against my tip. Licking the precum like it’s her favorite treat.

Then she stills.

For a second, I panic.

Don’t stop now, sweetheart. Please don’t stop.

Then she opens her mouth and starts to slide me in, one inch at a time.

My vision blurs.

Her tongue traces along the underside of my shaft, and I nearly collapse. She starts bobbing her head, slow and steady.

Then she moans. And I lose it.

I grab her hair, holding her in place, and thrust into her throat.

I pause, checking her response.

Her fingers tighten on my thigh, and she leans forward, taking more.

That’s all the permission I need.

I grip her hair tighter and thrust deep, hitting the back of her throat. She’s not ready for the full length yet, but we’ll get there.

I build a rhythm, thrusting deeper each time.

When I think she’s ready, I stop at the back of her throat .

“Open for me, sweetheart. Take all of me. You can do it.” I coax, my voice thick with desire.

She relaxes her throat enough for me to push in a few more inches until she chokes.

The sound is beautiful, but I won’t let her suffer.

“Breathe through your nose, sweet girl. Match it with my thrusts.”

I guide her. In and out. Until her nose is pressed to my abs and I’m fully inside.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing so well for me.”

I speed up, fucking her face faster now. But when I feel myself getting too close, I slow down. Her pussy is heaven, but this mouth? This mouth is pure sin.

I look down. She’s watching me. Eyes locked on mine.

I hold her there.

She starts to sputter. Spit dripping down her chin. Her nails dig into my thigh. The sting only pushes me closer to the edge.

She starts to pull away. Fighting for air.

“Just a few more seconds,” I promise.

She struggles again, and the vibrations against my cock almost undo me.

I pull out and let her breathe.

She should know I’d never hurt her. I’d never let her suffer more than she’s capable of.

She coughs, catching her breath.

Then I do it again.

“You’re doing so well, my good girl.”

I can’t stop my grunts as she takes everything I give her.

And then I see her fingers. Between her thighs. Touching herself.

I groan. “I see your pretty fingers playing with that pretty pussy.”

She freezes, caught .

“It’s okay, naughty girl. Get off on being used by me. Such a good little slut for me.”

She moans in agreement.

“You’re going to come when I do. I want to feel you scream my name around my cock. You’re going to swallow everything I give you. Not one drop goes to waste. Do you hear me?”

She hums a yes, and I tighten my grip.

I start thrusting harder. Her hand moves faster. She’s close, and so am I.

She lets go of my thigh. And cups my balls.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Squeeze them. Just like that. Good girl. Are you close?”

She moans.

“Come with me, Margot. NOW!”

I thrust all the way in and hold her there.

I roar her name as I come, spilling down her throat. Her scream vibrates through me. My release goes on and on. My vision sparks. My body shakes. I barely stay standing.

When I come back to myself, she’s struggling.

I pull out of her mouth and haul her to her feet, holding her against me. She feels so small. So fragile. I could break her. But I’d die before I ever did. A wave of protectiveness overwhelms me.

“Was that okay?” she whispers. The uncertainty in her voice upsets me. I need her to know she’s perfect.

I grip her chin and tilt her face to mine. I kiss her, tasting myself on her tongue.

“Sweetheart,” I breathe against her lips. “That was perfect. Don’t ever question yourself.” I press a kiss to her temple. “If you ever want me, in any way, all you have to do is ask. I will always be ready for you.”

She blushes and nods .

I grab her soaps and wash her gently. I savor the feel of her skin under my hands. I memorize every curve, every scar, every perfect imperfection.

This intimacy, it’s everything.

***

Later, lying in bed, I reflect on our day. How well she got along with my family. How Mom already sees her as one of us. How even Dom came around by the end. He finally accepted she’s not a threat.

My mom saw it first. She saw what I wasn’t saying out loud. That I’d do anything to keep Margot safe.

And she was right.

Because seeing Margot with my family? That sealed it.

She’s my future.

She’s going to be my wife.

She’s going to bear my children.

And she’s going to belong to me, in every way that matters.

Forever.