NERO: Chapter 71

Having Payton’s slippery cunt pulse around my cock as she orgasms below me is the best sight I’ve ever seen.

I’m as deep as I can go.

Keeping one hand on her clit, I put my other hand on her shoulder, pulling her down onto my cock, as I rock my hips. Seating myself even deeper.

“That’s it.” Her pussy squeezes me. “That’s it, Baby. Come all over me. Cover my dick in your sweet cream.”

My thumb and forefinger roll around her clit.

“Too much!” Payton moans, but her back is arched, searching for more.

“Not enough, Baby.” I lean in and press my mouth to hers. The taste of her transferring between us. “Never enough.”

She’s trembling. “I’ve already…”

I pull my hips back, slowly pushing them back forward. “You’ve already what?”

She blinks at me. Eyes going wide with each impale.

“Say it.” I thrust my hips forward harder this time.

Payton wets her lips and my balls constrict.

“I-I’ve already come.”

Hearing the word come in her breathy sex-voice is nearly enough for me to do the same.

“You’re gonna do it again.” I release my grip on her so I can shove my pants all the way off.

It takes some shifting, but I manage to kick one leg free without leaving Payton’s warmth.

“I can’t.” She pants.

But I know it’s not true.

I know she’s close again.

I lift my freed leg so my foot is flat on the floor. Then I drag her further off the edge of the couch.

A moan drags its way out of my chest. “Fuck, Payton,” I keep a grip on her, ramming my hips forward. “You feel so good.”

Her hands claw at my shoulders, and I fall forward into her hold.

With Payton’s arms around my neck and her legs around my back, I breathe in the scent of her as I force my hips to slow. To drag out our pleasure.

She’s so wet. And I tell her.

“You’re so fucking wet, Baby. Your pussy is so fucking wet for me.”

She groans, grinding her hips up, and I know what she needs.

“You want my fingers on your pussy again? Is that what you need, Baby? You need to come?”

Payton nods against my shoulder, her whimper sweet and pleading.

“Alright, Sweet Girl.” I slide a hand between us. My own breathing out of control. “I’ll make you come, Pretty Baby.” My fingers, so slippery with her slickness, glide over her clit. Back and forth. Faster and faster. Pressing down firmer and firmer. “I want to feel it,” I growl. My own release so dangerously close. “I want to feel your juices seeping out of you.” I lick across her temple. The memory of her tears dancing across my tongue. “Now, Baby.” I grind into her then pull nearly all the way out. “Come for me now.”

Obediently, Payton’s slit contracts. Gripping me as she bows her neck back in a wail.

And the feeling of it all… The sight of it all… The idea that the next time I come it’s going to be buried down that pretty throat… That’s what sends me over the edge with her.

My muscles tense, and keeping just the tip inside her pussy, my dick starts to release ropes of cum into my girl.

After three pulses, I slam my hips forward. Shoving my release deeper into her channel. More pulsing out of my cock.

“Fuck,” I rasp against her throat. “Jesus, woman. That…” I trail off, trying to catch my breath.

“That was intense.” I can hear the smile in Payton’s voice and my own lips pull into a matching expression.

“That was supposed to be slow and tender.” I huff into the side of her head. “I was planning to be gentle.”

Payton chuckles, making her tits bounce against my chest. “I don’t love you because you’re gentle.”

I pull back to look at her. “Why do you love me?”

“Because you’re mine.”

The feelings that swell in my chest… Fuck.

I have to swallow.

I have to do it a second time.

There’s not a single moment in my life where I’ve felt the stirring of happy tears. I’ve heard them described. I’ve seen it in movies, read it in books, but it always seemed like nonsense.

Except it’s not.

I’ve had tears ripped from my body through pain and fear and rage. But not since I was a kid. Not since I was vulnerable. Not since I hardened into who I am today.

Payton reaches up and gently, so gently, brushes her thumb under my eye.

I watch, fascinated, as the pad of her thumb comes back damp. A tiny drop of my heart right there for both of us to see.

I’m not embarrassed. Payton claimed me. She claimed me like I’ve claimed her. So, we’re one now. And I’ll never show her any doubt or embarrassment over my feelings for her.

She raises her thumb, and I stare, breath catching, as she slides it between her lips. Her tongue slipping out to lick the tear away.

I feel the urge to cry again, at the beauty of it, at the rightness of it.

Then the vixen below me grins around her thumb. “I can see why you like this.”

Her voice is light. Happy. Full of love.

And it’s all for me.