For three years she hadn’t cared about sex or being with a man. Butch had changed all that. She couldn’t imagine living without him.
You’re going to marry him.
The thought alone cheered her.
“Come all over my fingers, Cheryl. Give me what I want.”
He attacked her clit, licking, sucking and biting her. The sudden attack on her cl*t had Cheryl splintering apart within seconds. She cried out, screaming her pleasure for him to hear.
“That’s it, baby, spill your cum all over my fingers.”
The orgasm took her completely by surprise. Holding onto the edge of the table, she collapsed as he continued to torture her clit.
“Fuck, you’re so f**king hot.”
Butch stood, scraping the chair back away from her. She watched him getting into his jeans. He handed her the foil packet containing the condom.
Tearing into it, she handed him the latex back. He rolled the condom over his cock, growling. “I can’t wait until I feel you without a rubber between us.”
“You want that?”
“Yeah, I want it. I want to know how tight and wet you can get as you explode over my dick.”
It had taken her time to get used to his rough language. Now, she wouldn’t have him any other way.
“I don’t mind protecting you, but you’re going to have to be prepared for me to take you without.”
“Are you wanting children?” she asked.
“Yes. You’re going to have to realize, baby, that I want everything with you.”
He slammed his lips down on hers as he rubbed the tip of his c**k through her slit. She gasped at the pleasure rushing through her. Every bump against her cl*t sent the arousal crashing through her.
“Butch, please, f**k me.” She couldn’t handle any more of his teasing. Cheryl needed him inside her.
He gripped his cock, thrusting the tip inside her. Butch stretched her with the width of him. She held onto his arms, arching up to his touch.
The table wasn’t the most comfortable of places to f**k, but right at that moment, she didn’t care. She needed him more than she needed her next breath.
“You’re so f**king responsive. Your cunt is gripping me tight, baby.”
“Yes, please, Butch, please.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you, and I’m going to f**k you, so f**king good.”
His hands returned to her hips, and he thrust inside her going to the hilt inside her. The depth was on the verge of pain he was so deep. Crying out, she reached down to stroke her clit.
“That’s it, touch yourself. Show me you want me to f**k you.”
Butch plunged in and out of her, over and over again. He didn’t let up f**king her. Holding onto him was all she could do as he drove them to the edge of bliss.
“It’s not going to last, baby. You feel so f**king good wrapped around my dick.”
“Shut up and f**k me.”
He didn’t disappoint her. His grip bruised her h*ps as he pounded away inside her. There was no end in sight as he took her to the edge of bliss. Together they fell over that edge, crashing into bliss.
“I’m coming.” He grunted the words as he tensed.
Cheryl could hardly hear him. She was already crashing through her own orgasm. What did he do to make it so amazing? Butch was making her addicted to sex. He was making her addicted to him.
Chapter Twelve
Time was fast running out before she had to collect her son, and Butch was determined to make use of their alone time. Her pu**y was heaven. He watched her put a chicken casserole in the oven while she was naked. Closing the curtains, Butch didn’t like the thought of another man seeing her naked. She was all his, and he hated to share. There was a time when he shared all of the women with his brothers. Cheryl was not the kind of woman he wanted others knowing the sweetness of.
“You can do the dishes when Matthew gets back.” He picked her up in his arms.
“Butch, let me down. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“No, I’m not. I like having you in my arms, and you better get used to being there.” He kissed her lips to shut her up. She glared at him, folding her arms. “You’re adorable, baby.”
“When you end up in hospital you’re going to have to tell them you pulled something by carrying an elephant.”
He kicked open the bedroom door then dropped her onto the bed. “Hey,” she said, screaming.
Landing two hard smacks on her ass, he held her in place admiring the red prints of his hands. “That’s for saying nasty shit about your weight. There’s nothing wrong with you.” He ran his fingers over the marks, loving what he’d done.
Sliding a finger inside her pu**y, he felt the evidence of how much she liked the spank.
“I can’t believe you hit me.”
“I didn’t hit you, Cheryl. Talk shit about yourself and I’m going to spank your ass. I’m giving you plenty of warning, so you better not do it again.”
She cursed him again. Landing another slap to her ass, he heard her yelp. Chuckling, he bent in front of her and licked her pu**y from behind. He was close to her ass, but he was going to claim that as well today.
You’re going to be married to her soon.
He knew he’d have to deal with Alex, yet all he wanted was to have Cheryl kept by his side. Buying the florist shop wasn’t a problem to him. He had plenty of funds to help both of them with what they wanted for the future. Cheryl and Matthew would want for nothing even if he died, which he didn’t plan on doing.
“Butch.” His name came out on a moan this time. Plunging his tongue into her cunt, he tasted how ripe and juicy she was.
“You taste so f**king good, baby,” he said, muttering the words against her pu**y.
“You’re driving me crazy.”
She started to push back against his tongue. Using his fingers, he filled her cunt as he tongued her clit. Sex had to be dirty and rough for him. When she was close to the edge of bliss, he drew back never giving her a release.
“Why did you stop?”
“I want you to be begging for an orgasm. At the moment you’re getting a little too greedy.” He swatted her ass before opening a drawer in the far corner. In time he’d purchase some nicer furniture. He knew everything she owned was handed down or secondhand. His woman was going to have the best money could buy.
He took out the handcuffs he’d purchased along with a large tube of lubrication.
Turning back toward his woman, Cheryl was on her back staring at him. When she saw the cuffs her eyes grew wide. “What do you think that’s for?” she asked.