“Fuck, I can’t hold back,” he says, pulling out and thrusting back in.
It’s rough and sexy, and I can’t move under him. His weight is pinning me down as his hands hold my wrists above my head. This is something I didn’t expect, but the feel of being truly possessed by him is enough to have my desires skyrocketing.
“Daddy, please,” I beg, so close to the edge I can taste it.
His mouth lands on mine in a hard kiss that has him robbing my breath from me. He takes my bottom lip in his mouth and bites down on it a little, and I shiver at the sensation. He’s not being careful with me and treating me like some delicate flower. He’s fucking me like he owns me, and I’m getting off to it.
“More,” I say, and his hands grip tighter as his thrusts start to grow more forceful.
His hot body is rubbing against the sheen of sweat on mine, and he’s slick against me. The sound of our sex is dirty, and I feel like an animal with him. I’ve never been so free in my life, and as my orgasm approaches, tears build in my eyes.
He’s broken through every defense I’ve ever put up, every fake smile I’ve ever worn to hide the hurt of rejection. Brandon has pushed down all my excuses and made this moment so real and powerful that I have no choice but to give over to his body and lay before it what it demands.
My body feels like it breaks in half as I climax. I scream Brandon’s name, and the tears fall as I cum harder and deeper than I ever have in my life. I feel him still above me as warmth floods my womb and he finds his own pleasure inside my body.
Before I realize what’s happening, his lips are on my cheek, kissing away the tears, and he’s giving me soft, soothing words. He’s moved us so that he’s holding me in his arms on his side, and I’m buried in his chest.
“It’s okay, little lamb. I’m right here.” He pets my hair and kisses my forehead as I let out the sobs that are suddenly welling up inside me. “Shhh. I’ve got you.”
I’ve always been the loudest girl in the room, the center of attention, and the one everyone laughs with. I’ve never been the girl guys took seriously. I was always just their friend, even if they secretly wanted more. I never felt like I was truly meant for anyone until Brandon came along. And though he kept me at a distance, I understood why. He wasn’t rejecting me, he was letting me grow and become who I am now. I came across as confident and bold on the outside, but really deep down I have my shy insecurities just like every other girl. Growing up on the heavier side, I hated the way I looked. It felt like cute small girls were always getting the guys. And like Brandon seemed to know, I grew out of that. I learned to embrace my body, and love my curves, but sometimes the chubby girl inside me is still there. I thought the best way to hide my fear was by being over-confident, loud, and always making jokes, and it kind of stuck. All the worrying was in my head though, because in reality, he was falling in love with every bit of me. The good, the bad, and the loud. And isn’t that all any girl wants? To be loved by her man just as fiercely as she loves him.
It’s as if Brandon understands all of this and lets me have my emotional moment. The tears are not tears of sadness, but of joy. Because all of my insecurities are laid bare before him, and he loves me because of them, not in spite of.
“I remember the first time I saw you,” he says, rubbing warm circles on my back. “We played house in the barn that day with the little lamb, and I remember thinking you had the most beautiful laugh I’d ever heard. You did it with your entire heart, and all I wanted to do was listen to that for the rest of my life.”
The tears have stopped, and I smile against his chest, loving this confession.
“You made me a ring that day. Do you remember?” he asks.
I nod and let out a little laugh. I’d taken a piece of hay from one of the hay bales and tied it around his finger. I said if he was my husband, I wanted people to know it.
He reaches into his back pocket, and I’m suddenly surprised he’s still got his jeans on. I guess he didn’t need to kick them all the way off to do what we did earlier. The thought makes me blush, though I don’t know why.
I watch out of the corner of my eye as he pulls out a little piece of hay and places it on my left hand, where a wedding band would go.
“That can’t be,” I say in shock as I sit up. But looking down at it, I see it’s the very same one.
“I married you in my heart that day. I just had a little waiting to do. I wasn’t sure it would work out, I think mostly because I was afraid to hope for it.” He runs his fingers through my hair and leans up with me, kissing my lips softly. “You’re so fucking perfect, Dolly. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life being the man you deserve.”
11
Brandon
It’s the first light of morning and I’ve made love to Dolly twice already. I guess we never really stopped since last night, so I’m not sure if it’s included in last night’s total.
“Let me make you some breakfast,” I say, squeezing her ass and getting up from the bed.
She hops up with me. Both of us are early risers, no matter how little sleep we actually get.
“You’re going to cook me breakfast? I’m skeptical, to say the least.” She winks at me and pulls on some jeans and a T-shirt. I follow suit, knowing there’s work to be done on her farm today, and I plan on seeing what it is.
“Oh, you won’t be saying anything when your mouth is wrapped around my biscuit.”