Chapter 37 Never goodbye - Miguel's POV
My life has always been fucked up. It started way before I was born when my father fell in love with the immigrant cleaner in his family's law firm who could barely speak a word of English.
I can't blame the man, my mother was a beautiful woman, the kind you put on world stages and admire.
His problem was that he couldn't stay away from her, even when his family forbid him to see her. Her problem was that she was naive and gullible, and believed in true fucking love.
Do I blame her?
No.
I can't, because right now I'm laying next to the girl I've always wanted, always desired, and I'm fucking naive to think that one day we will end up with one another.
I don't give a fuck that she's my brother's girlfriend, or that he had her first. She was never his to have in the first place, and one day she will see him for the monster he truly is.
I knew the second she figured out it was me who she's been sleeping with.
It was in the way she looked at me, with surprise and horror. She also looked at me with want and desire, and for that reason I can't stay away from her.
She said last night was our last night together.
Unfortunately, she's right.
For now.
I get deployed tomorrow for at least six months.
Six months of not seeing her, of not stalking her.
I look down at her face nestled in the crook of my arm.
I have never seen anything more beautiful.
Her hair is a dark halo that seems to flow on forever, and I rub the silk of it between my fingertips.
What Madison doesn't know is, is that I know this apartment like the back of my hand. I know where everything is located, so I easily get the pair of scissors she keeps in her night stand out with my free arm and cut a piece of her hair off.
She's probably going to need a hair stylist to fix the damage I did, but at least I have something of hers to keep me over for the next six months.
Madison Smith was made in the perfect image for my desires. Her full, pink mouth, is slightly open in sleep, blowing gentle breaths on my skin.
I'm in heaven, that's the only way I can describe the feeling of euphoria I'm experiencing right now.
I'm coming back for her in six months. And no brother will stand in my way this time, I don't care if we kill each other.
I'm sure Madison expected me to fuck the living shit out of her last night. Instead, I made sweet love to her, and as she was shaking in my arms after I gave her another orgasm, I knew I couldn't be a SEAL anymore.
There is just no way in hell I'm leaving her ever again.
Not after I've tasted her sweet pussy. And I have to taste it one more time before I go.
I gently disentangle myself from her, and turn her on her back, my dick so hard, it feels like it might burst.
This woman's body will be the death of me. I pride myself on the mental strength I've built over the years. I've withstood extreme weather, I've gotten out of situations meant to kill me, and I've come out each and every time with barely a scratch.
But I would die for this woman laid out in front of me.
I encircle her small waist, my big hands almost covering it whole. Her breasts are small, but her nipples are large, pink and edible, so I bend down and take one in my mouth to suck gently.
It pebbles underneath my tongue and I kiss across her torso to the other one, gently biting until I hear the moan that is music to my ears.
It's morning, and I have to go, but I can't leave without taking from her.
I kiss down her tight tummy, momentarily appreciating the athlete in her. I love watching her dance, she was made for it, and the body underneath me makes it all happen.
But by far my favourite part is the triangle between her legs. I sit back on my hunches and open up her thighs. She's waxed clean, and usually that would be a turn-off for me, but I know she has to do it for her costumes.
Madison is petite, and I knew she might be a little small for me, but she's proven that she can take me.
The lips to her pussy is red and swollen from me being inside her most of the night, and my sperm is coating her thighs and still leaking out of her, providing the perfect lubricant for me to open up her little asshole that choked me so good the other night when she took my punishment like a champ.
But I know she's still healing, so I only smear my cum around and gently insert only my fingertip.
I thought that would wake her up, but she just moans and thrash her head on the pillow.
Maybe it's time I feed her something bigger.
I brush the head of my dick through her wet folds, and I almost cum right then and there when I shallowly push inside her tight heat.
If heaven does exist, this surely is it. This is my reward for all the shit I've had to endure.
Madison Smith is my own personal reward, and I would kill anyone who dared take her from me again.
Those green eyes that glitters like emeralds open on a long moan when I push more of myself into her.
I'm the luckiest man in the world to be able to see this, and when I wrap my hand around her throat and she accepts the slight squeeze, I push all the way inside her until there's no her and me.
There is us.
One.
United.
I come over her to eat up her moans with my mouth, and when she kisses me back like her life depends on it, I pound into her the way she likes it.
When I flood her pussy with my cum one last time, I kiss her tenderly and let go of her throat.
"This isn't over." I promise her. "You're mine now."