Sage
Takoda’s thick cock that had begun to soften thickens again and the speed with which he tears off his shirt, wipes the seed off his exposed stomach, and gets to his feet makes me giggle a little. I’m on a high, from the champagne, from the orgasm, from marrying Takoda, my mind is mush and I kinda like it. No worries, no inner monologuing, just a fizzy feeling of happiness that grows when Takoda scoops me into his arms, and walks us down the hall to my bedroom.
“What in the fuck…?”
A laugh bursts out of me when I realise that we’re standing in the aftermath of Damien’s makeover.
“Um, yeah, so, I don’t usually look like this, you know.”
He stares at me like I’m crazy before turning on his heel and stomping down the hall to his room. He gently lays me down on his perfectly made bed, and I thank Damian for being a whirlwind because this room smells like Takoda. His pillows smell like his beard oil and I inhale the scent as he gently lowers himself over me.
“Are you sure?” he asks, hiding his face between my neck and shoulder, and I don’t miss the way his hands fist my hair or the way his hips seem to have a mind of their own as his thickcock slides up, bumping my clit, drawing a grunt out of me. “I’m clean, I’ve not been with anyone, since, since-”
I nudge his face with my shoulder so he’ll look at me. “Yes. I trust you.”
My words do something to him because he closes his eyes and all the tension in his body seems to melt away, his eyes on mine so full of love that it takes my breath away.
“You mean everything,” he whispers as he scoops his hips slightly, lining us up.
He presses forward slowly, my body adjusting to him inch by inch and it’s as if with every inch my body relaxes. Sweet relief runs through my body as he moves slowly, my hips rising up to meet his, and I can’t take this sweet, slow torture for much longer. I want more. Ineedmore.
“Please, Takoda, more, more,” I whisper, gripping his firm ass in my hands as I bring my legs up higher, changing the angle so he’s hitting me deeper.
“Fuck baby, you feel so good,” Takoda pants, thrusting harder, deeper, until he’s reared back on his haunches, his hands gripping my thighs.
The feeling is incredible. He’s here with me, not trapped in his head. His eyes are on mine and it’s like I can feel every word he’s thinking, every apology that wants to fall from his lips as he fucks me harder and harder until I shatter around him and his cum fills my body. He lowers himself onto me gently and I’m so overwhelmed I throw my arms around him, holding him to me tightly, his weight grounding me.
“Sage, baby, I don’t want to crush you.”
“I don’t care, just, stay with me a moment.” I can’t help the sob that comes out of me as I cry from pleasure, or relief, or stress or the one million other things I’ve been trying to hold on to.
In the blink of an eye Takoda moves us until he’s propped up against the headboard and I’m in his lap, straddling him,clamped on like a limpet. He doesn’t say a word, just holds me to him, his large hand stroking me like I’m a cat, until my breathing calms.
“We didn’t use protection.” Takoda murmurs after a while.
“I’m on the pill,” I sniffle, “and I’m clean. I should have told you.”
“I know you’d never do anything to put me in danger. Except threaten my dick every now and then. Or threaten to stab me. Or be so loved by everyone in our family thattheythreaten those things on a daily basis.”
“Stop being dramatic.”
“I’m not!” Takoda protests and I hide my face in the crook of his neck so he can’t see my grin. “The amount of things Pops has threatened to shove up my ass is fucking scary.”
I can’t help my snort or the chuckle that comes out of me, because Pops is hella funny. “What can I say? I’m his eldest granddaughter.”
He hums a little, rocking me gently before he starts shuffling down the bed. I pull back, staring at him with a frown. “What are you doing?”
“Putting you to bed. It’s been a long day, babe.”
“Ah, nope.” I roll to the side before bouncing up off the bed. “You said we were going for a ride -” before I can carry on my vagina makes a fart sound and a glob of wet hits my legs before slowly making its way to my knee. “Oh gross! I’m leaking! Lemme showerthenwe’ll go.”
I clamp my thighs to stop any of Takoda hitting the wood floors and penguin walk my way to the bathroom as fast as I can. I’m not sure if Takoda heard my instructions over the sound of him laughing his fine ass off, but I’ll cut him some slack. For the first time in a long time I feel happy.
Chapter Fifteen
Chef
Idon’t know how the fuck we did it, but we did. We managed to ride out without having two DRMC chapters follow us and that in itself is a damned miracle. Mainly because everyone is so fucking nosy.