The Muse's Undoing

“Cover my mouth,” I whisper.

He does as he licks the sensitive skin behind my ear. I let out a groan and get a white knuckle grip on his wrist.

“You were gonna ask me something?” he whispers, thrusting hard and deep.

“Umph.”

“Or you wanna keep another secret?” Another gut-rearranging thrust. “You think I’m gonna let you get away with that?”

I shake my head.

“I love you more than fucking anything. Do you know that?”

“Yes,” I say against his hand, stuffed and panting.

“When we get home, you’re gonna ask me my question. You’re gonna ask me over and over and over with my cock in your throat until my feelings aren’t hurt anymore.” With every over he nearly lifts me off my feet.

Taking his hand off my mouth, he turns my head at an almost impossible angle and kisses me as he fucks me into the door. With his other hand he pulls out my cock and jerks it roughly. I almost can’t bear the sensation, the pressure, the friction—the mind-bending pleasure he pulls from me.

Done with the kiss, he puts his hand over my mouth again so he can really take me apart. Shortening his strokes, he moves faster, forcing me rapidly to the edge.

I keep imagining someone on the other side of the door, recording us, watching the way Matthew fucks me like I’m his whore and he can’t control himself. I surrender to his strokes, my body overwhelmed once again with the way every move winds me up.

“You feel so fucking good. Gonna make me come so fucking hard,” he growls near my ear.

Oh, God… Without warning, just an epic failure of control, I explode in his hand, my body vibrating at the cellular level. It’s the filthiest orgasm of my life, and he covers me with it, forcing me to push my cock through my own mess over and over again as rails me hard and fast. A moment later, he growls, and pins me to the door. His deeply buried cock throbs in my hole, filling me with his cum.

He twists me into a kiss again as he drains himself inside me. Several long licks and many moments later, he pulls away. I let my head fall against the door again, and he rests his forehead on my shoulder while we both catch our breath. “Will you marry me?” I ask.

He lets out a short huff of a laugh, circling my waist with his arms. “How?”

“Colorado,” I tell him. “After I annul the adoption.”

“You’d do that?” he asks.

“For you? Absolutely. So, are you still pissed?”

“No,” he says quietly. “Fucking you fixes everything.”

I manage to push off the door and turn in his arms. I bury my face in his neck where I smell all the things that make Matthew Matthew. All the things I can’t imagine living without and can’t remember how I ever did.

“I have a ring I want you to wear,” he surprises me by saying.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I designed it myself. I wanted it to be perfect, but it took forever to get it right.”

“You were going to propose?” I ask.

“I was just planning to claim you. Make a real night out of it.”

I laugh softly. “I don’t hate the sound of that.”

“Maybe now I’ll save it for the honeymoon.”

“Seriously, though. Are you okay with making it official?” I ask.

“I should be asking you that. You’re the one who has to hide your identity. I hope that’s not what all this quitting your job business is about.”