Page 112 of Not So Goode

Her tits shook, bounced with our movements, and I lifted up, latched onto one and suckled until she whimpered, and then she came, my cock deep inside her, my mouth on her tits, her fingers on her clit.

She came all over me, and I watched her come. “Crow, god, ohmygod, Crow!” She cried, screaming as she rode me through her orgasm. “Fuck, I love you so fucking much, Crow!”

When she stopped coming, she slowed her hips. “You come yet?”

I shook my head. Lifted her off me. Rolled her to her knees. She fell forward, thrust her ass up, presenting herself to me. I pushed in, her fingers guiding me home. Drove deep.

“Talk to me, Crow. Talk to me while you fuck me.”

God her mouth, so dirty.

My hips slapped against her ass, and she cried out. I groaned, knowing this would be fast.

“Can’t fuckin’ stand it, like this. Too fuckin’ good, the way you feel.” I set a rhythm, and she shoved back into me, begging for more, begging for faster, for harder. “I fuckin’ love you, Charlie. You’re everything I never knew I needed and wanted, baby. I want to make love to you every single fuckin’ day of our lives till we’re a hundred and twenty.”

“Just once a day?” she teased. “Promise me at least twice a day.”

“As much as you can handle, love.”

“Everything you have, Crow. That’s what I can handle. Just love me. Just fucking love me forever.”

“Touch your clit, Charlie. Let me feel you come around my cock one more time.”

She obeyed, and started shaking and losing her rhythm within seconds.

And that was all I needed. I felt it rise like a volcanic eruption, and I didn’t try to stop it.

I pounded into her sweet sex, her ass shaking and jiggling as I drilled into her, like she’d begged me for.

I came, and she came with me. She called my name as she came, and she told me she loved me about a hundred times:

“I love you, Crow, Crow, Crow, I fucking—I fucking love you, Crow. I love you, Crow, oh god I’m coming so hard!”

I saw stars, felt faint. I came until I ached, and we collapsed together into a heap on the bed.

I cradled her in my arms.

She touched my cheek with her lips. “Is this our forever, Crow. Promise me it is. No matter what?”

“No matter what.” I turned my face to hers, captured a long, slow, deep kiss. “Forever love, Charlie-girl.”

“You going to make an honest woman out of me?”

I laughed. “That what you want?”

“I mean, every girl dreams of it.”

“You realize, in terms of our time together, we’ve known each other, like, a week?”

“It’s crazy, I know. Doesn’t have to be soon.” She laughed. “I just wanted to see if it would scare you off.”

“Nope.” I tapped my chin. “Matter of fact…”

I sat up, dislodging her from my chest. She sat up, watching me. I rummaged in a drawer over the bed, my junk drawer.

Not junk, just random stuff. The box I pulled out certainly wasn’t junk.

The box, a small wooden thing, made by River Dog, was smooth, made of walnut. No design, just the wood, the top lifting off. Within was a cushion of velvet. A small, old, delicate ring made of twisted gold.