With my jaw clamped so tightly I can almost hear the crack of my teeth, I turn my woman around until she’s facing the bed. My hands glide up her body until I’m cupping her tits and rolling her hard nipples between my fingers.
Hollyn arches her back, her ass pressing against my hard cock and smearing pre-cum between us. “You’re getting us all messy, Sweet Girl,” I grunt the words, the guttural sounds barely making it past my lips.
She looks over her shoulder at me; her green eyes simmering with heat and need. “I like getting messy with you, Elwood.”
When I take her mouth in a possessive kiss, it’s fueled by teeth and lips and tongues. It’s messy. And fucking glorious.
My hand connects with her ass and pulls a yelp of surprise from her. When I look down, the pink handprint I’ve left behind has me wanting to beat my chest and roar out my victory. But I don’t.
Not yet.
I slap her other ass cheek and growl, “Hands and knees, Hollyn.” I meet her eyes to ensure she can see just how on edge I am. “I need to claim you.”
The smile on her face is sin and stardust. “I’m already yours, Elwood.”
“Fuck,” I groan, the sound tortured as it comes from deep in my chest.
She doesn’t fight me and scrambles onto the bed. Her ass is in the air in such a way that it might as well be a red flag to a bull. I take a deep breath and try to gather the threads of my control as I climb onto the bed behind her.
My cock is so damn hard it hurts and pre-cum is leaking from me. The need to be inside of my woman, who is staying, is riding me hard.
As I grip the base of my cock, I run the crown up and down her slit teasing her. Her hips jolt and she tries to push back against me to slide herself down my shaft. But I don’t let her.
Not yet.
“Say it again,” I demand.
“I’m not going anywhere, Elwood.”
Her words are a match.
And the fire catches.
I surge forward, burying my cock inside of her in one smooth thrust. The way her walls tighten around me is pure fucking bliss. And the worst kind of torture.
My fingers dig into her hips as I grip them as I start out slow and smooth, wanting her to feel every inch of me as I claim her. But then the hold I have on my control loosens. It was only a matter of time.
“I love you, Sweet Girl,” the words are a rumbled growl but from the way she squeezes around me, she hears me just fine.
“I love you,” she moans.
When she throws her head back, her hair flies over her back in a cascade of auburn that is so damn gorgeous I almost forget what I’m doing for a second. Almost.
I fuck her harder and faster, our bodies moving together. It’s a claiming. For both of us.
When we come, we do it together and I hold myself still as deep inside of my woman as I can. I want every ounce of my cum filling her. Call it obsessed. Call it possessive. I don’t rightly give a fuck.
“That’s it,” I run my hands over her back as we both shudder from the aftershocks. Our breathing is shallow as we try to come back down from the high slowly. “You’ll be dripping my cum all day.”
I sound unhinged.
Hollyn looks over her shoulder, her face flushed and her pouty lips parted as she pants. “I don’t mind at all,” she admits with a wink.
When I shift us, I make sure she stays in my arms. I’m not letting go of her anytime soon.
She whispers, “Thank you, Hillary. Thank you for making me break down, and find the destination I didn’t even know I was looking for.”
I swear a bell on the Christmas tree downstairs tinkles with her words, and I can’t help but smile.
