“Do you like it?” I already know the answer, but Lake needs to become aware of her wants, needs, and likes.
“Yes. Yes, I think I do.” Propping up on her elbows, her eyes fixate on where my mouth hovers over the small tuft of hair hiding her pussy lips from me. “Do you?” Her bravery never ceases to amaze me.
“I like everything when it comes to you.” My dick especially likes that my face is so damn close to where, one day, it’ll find a home. “But I have to tell you…” Groaning, I reach down to squeeze my shaft until it hurts as my balls tingle and throb, spurting semen up the thick stalk pulsing in my palm. “You make me need to come so fucking bad.”
“Will you?” She slaps a hand across her lips as she realizes what she asked. “On me.” I don’t miss the mumbled words.
Raising to my knees, she spreads her legs wider than should be legal, and the dewy lips part for me, revealing her slick hole. Soaked, leaking, and waiting for me to take.
“Are you sure?” I groan, squeezing harder, my balls growing heavier with the delay of release.
Biting her lip, Lake holds my stare and says, “I trust you, Saint.”
My dick explodes without permission, covering her belly in load after load of sticky white cream. My first time coming with the girl of my dreams.
Groaning, my muscles violently jerk as the pleasure of climax thunders through me. I hunch my back, trying to remain upright to avoid squishing her body. Our eyes remain glued to each other, and when her hips lift, the tip of my dick brushes against her warm center, releasing another torrent of semen, this time landing on her pussy.
“Ah, fuck, Lake, my sweetest haven. You have no fucking clue just what you do to me.” Dropping to her side, my body exhausted and replete, I cover my eyes with one hand as the other one reaches for her. “Come here,” I say, gripping the back of her head and dragging her body on top of mine, uncaring that my spilled seed makes a mess between us.
Capturing her lips in a heated kiss, my hands move to spread her legs on either side of me, so I feel that soaking wet cunt against my hairy stomach. Rocking her up and down, knowing the bristly hair causes friction against her clit. Her mewls are like my crack. I want more.
A hitch in her breath signals that she’s on the verge of coming too. I need to feel it. I need her cream staining me, mingling in the hairs of my stomach and torso.
“Can you come for me, too, Lake? Will you give me that gift?”
She whimpers, eyes closed and a smile on her lips, but she nods. Raising her up my beefy body, her thighs stretch obscenely so, allowing me the perfect glimpse of her tight snatch while dragging her back and forth across my chest.
Her hands drop behind her, hitting my thighs, and her hair tickles my sensitive cock and balls while I work her like the beautiful piece of candy she is. Blowing my warm breath across her clit, she cries out, and on the next thrust, comes apart for me. Body tight and tense as her eyes widen and meet mine. Fresh tears fall down her cheeks, and I’m alarmed until I notice her lips twitching. A deep blush whooshes up her body as her creamy good center leaks all over my chest hairs.
I position my legs so that when she drops back down, my thighs catch her. My finger swipes between her folds, and I suck her cream off my finger, nearly coming again. “You taste delicious.”
At my words, her eyes re-open, shyly watching me as I rub her release into my chest hairs.
“That’s dirty.” She covers her mouth to hide the amusement, and for the first time ever, I think she’s finally reached a turning point.
“Every time I have to leave you, you’re rubbing this wonderful cream all over my chest, so everyone knows I belong to the most perfect specimen in the world. Understood?”
She nods and slips down to lie next to me.
This wasn’t how I’d imagined our evening turning out, but I’m not disappointed, and from how she cuddles into my side, I don’t think Lake is either. All I need to do now is convince her to move in with me. To marry me. To let me inside her sweet body.
But first, I must get her home and begin hunting down my prey. Because before expecting any kind of commitment from Lake, she needs to know that nothing and no one can hurt her ever again.
CHAPTER 12
Lake
I hadn’t intended on such a short trip to Indiana, but the truth is, I miss home. It’s been a long time since being away from my family, and when I woke up this morning, I was homesick. Saint didn’t even hesitate to help clean up the cabin, book our flights, and arrange for someone to return my car to the rental place so I could drive to the airport with him.
The flight home was easier, too, having him with me. My nerves weren’t frazzled, and I was able to fall asleep on his shoulder as if we did it all the time.
Now, he’s behind me in his vehicle on the way to my parents’ house as I drive mine. At first, he’d argued that he could call Nolan or Bishop to get my car, but I told him it was a waste of time because I was perfectly capable of driving myself. He’d reluctantly relented, grumbling curses along the way.
Pulling into my parents’ driveway now, both sets wait at the front door like we’re returning from homecoming or something. Acting as if we’re not full-grown adults. In their defense, I did run away like an unruly teenager, so I can’t be too mad.
Blowing out a deep breath, I shut off the car, and before I can do anything, Saint’s there, opening my door, then offering me a hand. I notice Uncle Carver smirking at how protective his son is, and I wonder if he didn’t always know this was how things would go.
“Say the word, and we’re out of here,” Saint growls behind me as he follows me to our family. It’s his steady strength that gives me the courage to walk up those steps. To ignore the stern look on my dad’s face and simply give him a hug.
