Badge by K.L. Savage

 

Iwant her more than anything, but there’s something about the simplicity and intimacy of being with her just like this. I love feeling her body against mine, soft and warm against all my hardness. Something about thicker women just checks all my damn boxes. Maybe I feel like I’m not going to hurt her—I know I can be a little rough in bed—or maybe it’s how I love how a plumper woman looks in a dress.

All those damn curves. Jesus Christ.

I can’t help myself. I rub my hands over her chest, slipping my palms over the peaks of her nipples, down her stomach, thighs, and back up again. “I love how you feel,” I whisper into her ear, unable to stop caressing her.

“That’s good, because I love when you touch me.” She arches her back and presses her tits against my palms.

I hum, pinching those gorgeous sensitive beads between my fingers before letting them go and rubbing my hands over her stomach.

“Don’t,” she snags my hands and takes them off where the stretch marks begin. The mood around us shifts. No longer does desire hang in every molecule of steam clouding around us, but insecurity and shame.

I get out of the tub, not giving a shit if the water makes a mess on the floor, then bend down and pick her up myself.

Fuck this bath. Seems to me I need to spend the rest of my night trying to convince Hope how beautiful she really is.

“What are you doing? Put me down. I’m not exactly light.” She slaps my butt and I freeze mid-step.

I grumble when I realize how much I like it. “Do it again.”

She gasps. “Forrest,” she says my name naughtily.

“Do it,” I urge her, opening the bathroom door.

She spanks my ass again and I toss her on the bed, watching her tits bounce from the force.

The skin on my ass tingles and blood flows south, filling my cock once more. I grip my shaft and stroke, pinching my lips to keep quiet.

“We have to be quiet; can you do that?” I keep my voice soft, so we don’t wake Faith. “If the baby wakes up, I won’t be able to show you how sexy I find you.”

She nods and her hands caress her stomach again to hide it and I pounce on her, pinning her arms above her head so she can’t touch herself in insecurity.

“Forrest—” my name leaves her lips on a struggled moan she’s trying to hold in.

“—Why do you hide yourself from me? I love your body. I think you’re perfect. Look how much I fucking want you.” I rut my cock along her thigh, leaving a wet trail of precome. “You’re so perfect. You’re my dream woman.” I bring my lips down and take hers in a heated kiss while lowering my body.

“My stretch marks,” she mutters against me. “I didn’t bounce back after Faith like so many others do.”

I growl low in my throat at the thought of her being as skinny as some of the other ol’ ladies. I’ve never once been attracted to them. Are they pretty? Yes, but no one holds a flame to my ol’ lady.

“I love your marks.” I lick down the middle of her chest and dip my tongue into her belly button. I kiss each stretch mark and grip her hips, snarling when the urge to hold onto them as I fuck her drifts into my mind. “I love how wide your hips are. I love and the stretch marks your body made to accommodate our baby,” I tell her, forgetting that I haven’t told her how Faith is mine, blood or not.

“You’re my wet fucking dream.” I spread her legs apart and settle my body against the bed and stare at the pretty pussy just inches away from my mouth.

Fuck.

She smells good. Her clit is erect and swollen, reminding me of a sweet piece of candy that I’m about to suck on. I slip my fingers through her folds, loving how her body moves and wiggles as I explore. Her tight hole beckons for me and I press a finger inside while rubbing my thumb over her clit.

“Oh, Forrest,” she moans too loudly, and I make a shushing sound to remind her to be quiet. “Fuck.” The word is a whimper as she throws the pillow over her face to muffle her noises.

“Maybe I should tease you. Bring you to the edge as punishment, because you tried to hide your body from me.”

“No,” she screams into the pillow. “Please, don’t.” Hope tosses the pillow off her face, her cheeks flushed with arousal, and her fingers comb through my hair. “I’m begging you.”

“Well, if you’re begging…” I latch my lips around her bundle of nerves, moaning as the sweet taste of her blooms across my taste buds.

My eyes roll to the back of my head and I moan as I roll her candy between my teeth, causing a spasm to rush through her. I can’t hold back any longer. With a firm hand, I squeeze her tits as my tongue dives through her petals, then plunges into her hole.

I lift my eyes to see her eyes roll to the back of her head. She slaps the pillow down on her face again to keep quiet. I grin as best I can around the tasty morsel. She ruts herself against my face and I eat her faster, keeping her legs spread wide so I can have her clit at my mercy.

I roll my tongue across her cunt, sucking her clit for a few minutes before I finally let it go. Needing her to come, I slide two fingers inside her, nearly cursing along her lips when I feel how warm and tight she is.

I don’t take my time. I don’t take it easy. I finger fuck her hard and relentless while kissing her sensitive candy. Her thighs tremble on either side of my neck. The words are hard to decipher, but I can hear a few curse words under the pillow and high-pitched moans.

She rocks herself harder against me, using my face for her own pleasure.

I love being used by a woman who knows what she wants—and what’s better than a man getting fucked for an orgasm?

Nothing.

Fucking. Nothing.

Her hips stutter and her hands grip the back of my head. She holds me against her cunt to the point I can’t really breathe, but she shatters and becomes wetter, which only fuels my lust. Her orgasm tastes like my new favorite way to quench my thirst.

“Mmm,” I moan at the delicious treat and lift my head, not bothering to wipe her from my mouth.

I yank the pillow off her face and dive my tongue between her lips. “Taste yourself,” I say to her as I reach between us and guide myself to her heat. “And tell me if you don’t taste fucking good,” I groan, thrusting my hips forward as she sucks my tongue into her mouth. It’s a straight shot to my cock.

I flip us over so she’s riding me and it’s a sight behold. She is a goddamn goddess. Her hair tumbles around her shoulders and hides her breasts from me. Her stomach pinches together and my hands slide around the imperfect, yet perfect flesh. I try to show my appreciation and how much I want her all the time.

My hands travel to her sides, and I stretch my neck as I tilt my head back, groaning as I use the thickness to rock her against me. I’m not going to last like this. Not when she’s up there, hands on my chest, nails digging into my skin, and her tight cunt squeezing me.

Hope was made for me. She had to have been.

My hands roam from her hips to the meaty globes of her ass and I squeeze them, rocking her forward faster while she grinds against me harder.

I love it when I can feel her clit rub against my pelvis.

“That’s right, Angel. Use me,” I whisper, my voice cracking from how dry it is. “Ride that cock.”

“So deep, baby. So good. You fill me up just right.” She flips her hair over her shoulder again and I run my fingers through it, then grip it as hard as I can, yanking her head to the side.

Hope’s mouth falls open on a silent scream and I sit up, claiming her mouth in a possessive kiss. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” I growl, biting her bottom lip into my mouth as a lustful haze fogs my mind.

It’s dangerous. It’s like I can’t control anything I do, anything I say, and I’m worried I’ll hurt her.

“Who owns you, Hope?”

She gives me a sly, vindicative smirk. “I do.”

I growl in disapproval and wrap a hand around her throat the way she likes. “I said who owns you? Who owns this body and this tight cunt?”

Her nails scrape down my chest and abs, a curl of her lip telling me she is nowhere near ready to back down from me.

Now isn’t the time. Faith is asleep in the crib just a few feet away. We’ll need a night just to ourselves to do the things I really want to do to her.

Her hand wraps around the top of my throat and she nudges my lips with hers. My cock flexes inside her, my orgasm simmering at the base of my cock. No woman has ever wrapped their hand around me.

I love that whatever I give her, she gives back.

“I do,” she tests me, nipping at my bottom lip.

Without another wasted second, I flip our positions and place her on her side, lift her leg, and drive into her heat. “Seems I need to fuck the stubbornness out of you, because this fucking body is mine. Everything about you, Angel, is mine. Just like everything about me—” I snap my hips and she bites the comforter to keep herself silent, “—Is yours.”

I kiss my way down her leg until I can’t bend down any further and rail into her, shutting my eyes to keep the sweat out of them.

Her foot connects with my shoulder, and I’m pushed back right as I knew she was about to come. She straddles me again and lowers herself onto my cock, digging her fingers into my scalp. “My turn to fuck you,” she sneers, yanking my head to the side as she bends down and bites the muscle connecting my shoulder to my neck.

I let her have her way and with every rock of her hips, a fiery blaze roars through my veins as I fight not to take control.

“This cock is mine,” she whispers into my ear. “This big, fat, long cock is all mine to do whatever I want with, isn’t it? I’m going to fuck it every day, multiple times a day, and you better be ready for me, Forrest.”

“Fucking do whatever you want. I’m all yours, Angel.”

Both of her hands wrap around my throat next, and she squeezes as she rides me so hard, the bed begins to squeak. Blood rushes to my head as I struggle to breathe, but her hold on me isn’t enough to cut off my air entirely. Her mouth parts and she throws her head back right as she explodes, her orgasm rocking through her, sending tremors along my cock.

She lets go of my throat to pick the mane of her hair off her shoulders, and then descends on me even deeper than before. Now it’s my turn, and I come. Hard. Brutally.

I fill her with fast, intense jets and my vision darkens for a moment.

Hope collapses on top of me and I slap her ass playfully as I try to catch my breath, my cock still jerking in her vise.

“I’ll never say anything bad about my body again,” she says through broken breaths.

“Better not. Next time, I’ll make you wear a ball gag until your jaw hurts,” I tell her, and she lifts herself up on her elbows, flexing her inner muscles around me. “You like how that sounds, don’t you?”

“I have a feeling I’d like anything you do to me.” She kisses the middle of my chest over my racing heart.

“Angel, don’t say that to me. I’ll ruin you.”

“No, you won’t. You can’t ruin something made for you.”

I push her hair out of her face and cup her cheek. “I love you, Angel. I haven’t loved anyone in a really long time, but I do. I fucking love you.” I flip her onto her back and kiss her as if she’s the entire world about to be taken from me.

“I love you too, Forrest.” Her fingers roam down my back, tracing the edge of my spine and I flex my hips again.

I move my cock in and out of her come-slicked cunt, but I move slow and sweet. My strokes are long and deep. I don’t know how we stay quiet, but we do.

I’m not fucking her anymore. I’m making love to her.

I’ve never believed in soft sex. In my book, there’s nothing better than a hard, rough fuck, but hearing her declare her love for me in return opens up doors I thought were closed for me.

My life has officially started over. I suppose it’s better later than never.

I planned for never, so I’ll take this gift and cherish her for what she is.

My future. A chance for a new beginning.

The start of a better life.