“Not without me.” I pull away and in an instant thrust my cock deep, filling her with my hungry shaft, pounding until she screams, thumbs flicking over her nipples as we lose ourselves and find each other in pleasure.
“Saxon, Saxon, God, Saxon!” An orgasm rips through her body, nerves firing head to toe as she sobs and whimpers and begs me not to stop. I continue to ease in and out of her, grabbing her thighs and pulling her deeper onto my cock, determined to feel every wave she has to give. With her legs wrapped securely around my hips, I adjust her up on my lap, thrusting with every movement.
“Ass up, gorgeous.” I flip her over, smack her cheek and grin when she squeals, a fresh wave of warmth pooling between her legs. She’s fresh off an orgasm and I’m determined to give her more. I slide a palm up her curved spine, pushing her over one pillow and spreading her wide open for my greedy gaze.
“Mmm, love this pussy.” I run a finger through her slick flesh before pushing back into her. Holding her hips in both hands, I work in and out harder than before, every thrust aiming for the end of her.
“I want this.” I finger her back entrance, swirling juices from her pussy up to lubricate the hole. “So fucking wet I don’t even need lube,” I rumble, teasing the sensitive flesh.
I’m diving so deep into her I’m ready to lose myself in her abyss. Let her swallow me whole—I’d be a fucking shell of a man without this woman to love.
“Some days it feels like I can’t breathe, watching you, hearing you, not being able to touch you until I tied you to me–made you mine forever–it nearly killed me. My name, my home, mine.” I fuck her a little harder, a little more desperately.
“I need you to know, I wasn’t ever—I was never in love with Junie’s dad. He was so bossy and demanding and dishonest. We were only intimate one time and if I’m being honest…he kind of forced himself on me, and then I got pregnant and all I could think was that I didn’t want to raise Junie without a dad at home...I–I panicked and before I knew it I was stuck in something I couldn’t get out of–”
My mind reels but my hands don’t miss a beat. “Say again?” My vision runs red. “Did he rape you, Briar?”
“Saxon.” Her sweet voice hums in my ear. My lips drive north to her pretty throat before I murmur, “If he raped you, God help me I’ll hunt him down and kill him.”
“No–no it wasn’t rape, it was just very…demanding.”
“God–baby–was I too demanding with you?”
“Saxon–no! Not at all–you’re respectful, he was never respectful, not once. After that one time I never wanted to be with him again but you…I can’t help but want more, no amount of time with you will ever be enough. Every time I close my eyes, I see you. Your lips, your smile, the way your mouth does that hot, smirky thing when you’re feeling flirty.”
“Hot, huh?” I murmur against her skin, fighting to anchor her to now.
“So hot,” she breathes.
“Truth is, Briar, I have no plans of ever letting you go again.” I snake my fingertip over her lips.
Briar’s full mouth quivers in my gaze. I don’t know if I’ve said the wrong thing or the right, but it doesn’t matter—it’s the truth.
“The past doesn’t change our future.” My lips cover hers, ecstasy lacing every stroke. Her full breasts hang heavy, nipples hard and begging for my lips, driving me fucking insane thinking about all the things I finally have time to do to her. I can’t wait to get started.
“Spread your legs wider for me, sweetheart. I’m ready to eat again.”
She does as she’s told, submitting to me with a sweet smile on her full, pink lips.
“You taste sweeter than vanilla ice cream,” I murmur against her throbbing wetness, my beard brushing her tender flesh. Her knees wobble at the sound of my voice, promising me the tremor of her orgasm. I weave my fingers through hers, pinning her back against the bed with deliberate weight. My beard does things to her body I could never put into words—but the way she arches into me says it all.
She trembles as I lap up her cream. “You’re so fucking hot when your juices coat my tongue,” I confess, nipping at her inner thigh. Her gasp is music. “Louder. I want to hear that smart mouth of yours.”
Her reply gets caught in her throat. Good. I bury my face between her thighs, my tongue prowling, stealing her breath. Then I slip a finger deep inside, gathering her wetness before pumping it in and out until her hushed moans spill free. The thought of drawing that same slickness past my lips sends electric bolts racing through my nerves.
“You need to be fucked so hard and often we invent a new word for it.”
My teeth trace a path down her spine, each nip unleashing a storm that crashes at her most intimate center. “God, I can’t wait.” Spreading her cheeks, my thumbs find the cradle of her ass; my fingertips brush the rosebud waiting below. “This is mine.”
I glide a fingertip to that tight hole. She clenches around nothing, her wetness spilling down her thighs. I sweep it up with the head of my cock, coating myself in her warmth. I position myself at her entrance, memories igniting as I press the tip against her slick velvet. There’s nowhere I’d rather be.
“I can’t wait to fight with you and fuck you every day of forever.” My hand lands on her hip, steadying us. I push in, slow and sure, feeling her muscles welcome me. Another palm slides up her spine, finds her neck—squeeze—then tangles in her hair, tilting her head back.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask, grinding at her entrance.
She shakes her head against the rail. “No.”
“Good.” With that single word, I sink into her again fully. Her body goes soft around me, as if remembering the shape I fill. My fingers close lightly around her throat as I press my mouth to her shoulder, whispering along her shoulder blades and down her arm. “The way you shudder when I touch you—I know you’re mine.”
