“Mine,” I growl as I lick a path between her breasts and down her belly. I move her hand from my aching cock as I kiss down her body. She gasps when I push her knees, raising them so I can see that pretty pussy again, all slicked up with arousal. No, I’ll never tire of watching her.
I’ll never not want her.
I close my eyes but for only a moment, breathing in her soft, feminine scent, letting it drug me and drag me into a state of euphoria. And when I’m high enough that she’s all I can smell, I bury my tongue between her legs again, lapping and teasing her until she’s sobbing. Her fingers claw at my shoulders as I lose myself in her sugary sweet flesh.
“Oh God,” she heaves, rolling her hips frantically as I worship her, my cock weeping from the lack of attention. I growl againsther sex as I start to hump the couch, the movement offering me little relief but I don’t stop. I’m like a dog in heat as I slam my cock into the cushion, panting as I bring my middle finger to her sex and work it into her entrance. She’s tight, tighter than I anticipated, and I nearly lose my damn mind. For a second, just a brief second, I question if I can have her without losing all of my control. If I can hold back and not ram into her like a raging bull.
“Fuck me, you’re so tight, baby,” I growl, thrusting shallowly into her before slowly adding another finger. “And you’re all mine.” I close my mouth over her clit in hot suction and growl when her pussy seizes around my fingers and her back arches off the bed. Her arousal coats my jaw and beard as she orgasms, her hips thrashing under me.
“Oh…oh God!” Her chest trembles with every ragged breath, rough tremors rolling through her body as I keep thrusting my fingers in and out of her, stretching her for my cock.
She’s still trembling when I pull back to look at her and Christ, she looks like an angel with her hair mussed and her tits flushed, those pretty eyes dazed. Miles away from the attorney who fought so fiercely to secure my release.
And I want her.
Now.
I quickly sit up and strip out of my jeans, yanking them down along with my boxer briefs. I don’t trust myself to hold back, to not get lost in the feel of her and drive her to levels she can’t take, so I grab her waist and pull her onto my lap, handing her control of the moment.
She understands immediately, her eyes locked on mine as she straddles me and lifts her hips over my cock. I brush her hairfrom her face, then pull her into a kiss, intent on taking it slow, but I feel control slip from my grasp.
I want her so bad I could die.
My mouth stays pressed on hers as I grab my cock with my free hand and rub it against her sex, gathering her wetness onto my shaft before lining myself up with her entrance.
Slowly, as we pant against each other, she lowers herself, sheathing me with her tightness. I clench my jaw, resisting the urge to grasp her hips and pull her down onto my cock.
“Oh, you’re so big,” she whimpers against my lips, her hands going to my shoulders and gripping hard as my cock inches deeper into her.
I pause to give her a moment to adjust, but without warning, she rocks forward, crying out. I roar when the move sends my dick through her innocence. She’s tight. A warm, fierce grip around my cock.
“Fuuuck!” I growl as her sex pulses around my aching cock. It’s a damn miracle I don’t come on the spot. The roaring in my head quiets down after a couple seconds, and I cup her jaw and look at her face. It tugs at my chest to see the discomfort etched there. “Are you okay, baby?” I rasp, leaning in to kiss her mouth and cheeks, moving my lips over her face to soothe. “How bad does it hurt?”
“It hurts a little,” she says, and I’m surprised to hear the smile in her voice. “Not as bad as I thought.” I groan when she moves her hips. The movement is slight, but it robs me of my breath. “I feel you everywhere.”
My hands drop to her waist when she starts rocking forward, slowly at first as if to test the feeling, and it takes everything in me not to spin her on the couch and hammer into her.
Not yet. I’ve waited for days to feel her, have her…I can wait a little more, until she’s ready for—
“Fuck!”
The roar rips out of me when she slams forward, and the fact that I wasn’t prepared for the move nearly sends me spilling into her. Maeve buries her face into my shoulder, teeth scraping my skin as she starts moving, her hips rocking faster over me. My fingers dig into her waist as my breathing comes fast and rough, need clawing my chest.
“I like it,” she pants, her breath brushing my skin in the most tantalizing way. “Feels good.” She whimpers, her hips moving faster over mine. “Trigger, is it supposed to feel this good?”
Not like this.
It isn’t supposed to consume my insides until my heart beats only for her. Until the roaring in my veins is like a tidal wave in its intensity. I grip her waist harder as I guide her to move faster, a thin veil of sweat forming on our skin as we glide against each other, the wet sounds of our lovemaking filling the room.
“Need you,” I growl, gripping her tight as I lower my head to her breasts, licking and sucking at the beads until she’s sobbing, her nails raking down my shoulders and no doubt bruising me but I don’t care. Her thighs start jerking around my hips, her breath gasping out of her with every move.
“More, Trigger. Need more.”
With a deep growl, I spin us on the couch, laying her on her back as I start hammering into her, all sense of control gone, until I see and feel nothing but her.
Mine.
The beast inside of me chants the word over and over again as I slam into her. She thrashes hard under me and I can feel herclimax drawing close, like mine. “Come with me, baby,” I growl, driving deep and hard into her.
