“You’re going to be mine but so much more than that. I wanna fucking own you. Mind, body, and soul, sunshine. I wanna put my babies in you. Breed you, over and over.” Her juices make my tip nice and shiny, and she shivers. She loved every word spilling from my lips. Her thighs tremble, and I love it. Love the way her body responds to mine. “I need to tie you to me, no, tangle you up nice and tight to me so you have nowhere to run.”
“Why would I want to run?” she asks, dangling a carrot in front of me.
“You won’t,” I clip. “I’ll make you happy, baby girl. I’ll work my hands to the bones to get you to smile. I swear it. Fuck, Camila, you have no idea how hard I’ll work to be the kind of man you deserve if you let me inside.” I have no idea why I’m remotely leaving anything to chance.
Maybe because I’m so much older than her and she deserves more than a fucking anti-social recluse who hates being around people. Whatever it is, I don’t have to worry long. My girl is too sweet and generous to do that to me.
And even if she did, I would wait forever for her answer.
Her delicate hand reaches out for my cock, and with our gazes locked on one another, she scoots a smidge closer to the edge.
“Please.” Her little plea is whisper soft, and she looks up at me from beneath those dark lashes. “Make me yours,” she says, sealing her fate and mine with three little words. I don’t think. My body takes over completely as I thrust myself into her tightness and hold still once I’m rooted deep in her. Her fingers are digging into the skin at my shoulders, and I’ll proudly wear the marks.
“Fuck.” I rest my forehead at the crook of her neck and feel her fingers relax. One of her hands moves to my hair and tangles in it as she strokes the strands.
“Reed, baby, please,” she whines, and I look up at her. “I need more.”
I’ve been worried I’m too rough, but here she is, asking for me to move.
And move I do.
In and out of her body as the table hits the wall. The sound of our bodies slamming into one another. Our breathing and moans drift and make their own melody. “Goddamn! So damn good. So wet and tight.”
“Yes!” she hisses, and I lift her up.
Her legs wrap around my waist as I fuck her. With long, hard thrusts, I bounce her on my cock. The tips of my fingers will leave bruises at the bottom of her ass cheeks, and I love the idea. I’m gonna mark her all over. Love bites will mark her until I can get her round with my baby in her belly.
“Yes!” she cries out. “I want you to breed me,” she moans, and I realize I was just so lost in the moment I said it out loud. But I don’t care. I love hearing my girl talk dirty.
“Fuck you good and hard. Mark you.”
“Yes.” She nods as she holds on tighter, pressing those luscious tits between us. I kiss her.
Hard and wet.
I bounce her harder, using her like my little fuck toy, but I know she doesn’t feel used. She loves everything I’m doing as her cries sound out, my name hoarse in the air around us. I pull back, my eyes focused on her as I fuck her. My arms burn in the best kind of way as I slide in and out of her, and I see it.
Feel it.
That split second when she closes in on her pleasure and is about to come hard for me.
“Gonna come in this pussy,” I tell her.
It’s not question but a promise. I can almost see my seed seeping out between her thighs.
“Raw. Fucking you raw, bare. Feels so damn good. I’m gonna breed my good girl,” I grunt, and her eyes open and roll.
She shatters.
Completely.
Her pussy milks me. Clamps down on my cock and chokes it so hard it almost hurts. I lose my battle with making the moment last as my seed floods her from the inside. So much come, it leaks out between us. But I don’t stop. I slide in and out of her a little more until I can’t. I wrap my arms around her and pressher against the wall. Our breathing completely off as I take a moment to just feel.
Still hard and exhausted, I manage to move us to the couch, where I sit, never letting myself leave her body. I’m sensitive and on edge but love the feel of her heat and wetness surrounding me as I turn soft, my come leaking out between us, making a beautiful mess.
8
CAMILA
