“You would be in charge. Seriously, you’ve got us wrapped around your finger already. This is real. This is a true courtship, Hailey. I want to tuck you away in a nest and give you the fucking world.”
With those words, she leans forward, her mouth clashing with mine. I can’t help myself as my hands automatically go to her back, holding her closer to my body. I need every single inch of her I can get touching me.
I need her to leave this room knowing that this is real, that she’s going to be ours.
Her hand slides to the back of my head, and I moan against the kiss.
“You’ll have a craft room, the best fucking nest, never have to lift a pretty little finger again,” I tell her against her lips.
She’s perfuming wildly.
“We’re going to spoil the fuck out of you. Please, let us,” I ask.
Her pupils are huge as she looks at me. I swear her scent has never been thicker.
Her thumb swipes at the bottom of my chin, her touch gentle as she comes up with the words she wants to say.
“You know this is crazy fast, right? You’re sure you’re not being impulsive?”
“Not impulsive. Not when Iknow. Just like I knew when I met Sterling, and when he let Nate sleep on our couch. Baby, I knew the minute you sat on my lap at that poker table, I wanted you to be mine.”
She doesn’t reply with words, instead leans forward and kisses me again. This time, her tongue tangles with mine, a possessive streak in the way she kisses me.
She grinds down on me, using me to get off, and I groan as she lets out a sound of frustration.
“You need more?”
“Yes,” she whispers as I slide a hand between us, pushing her small shorts to the side, gliding my fingers through her drenched cunt.
“You’re fucking soaked for me,” I say before I kiss the side of her throat, licking and sucking the soft skin there.
My fingers glide over her clit before pushing two inside her.
“Not enough,” she groans, raising herself up on her knees to unfasten my pants.
She’s quick about it, tugging down my pants before grabbing the elastic of my underwear and freeing my cock. She strokes it a few times.
“Ride me. Use me,” I tell her and she pauses.
Quickly standing on her ridiculously tall heels, she stands in front of me, her thumbs dipping into the elastic of her waistband. Yet, she pauses.
My dick is just bobbing there, weeping, ready to feel the warmth of being wrapped around her sweet cherry-scented pussy and she’s edging me.
“Tell me more about what it would be like if we were a pack,” she says, her hips lightly swaying to the music in the background.
“I’d get your name tattooed on my fucking chest. We’d share matching mate marks. You sure as fuck would never have to work another day here.”
Her hands move to her back, unclasping her bra as she seductively slides her arms out of the top. Her tits are perfect, a handful each, peaked with dusky nipples. I want them in my mouth while she rides my dick.
“What else?” she asks in a raspy voice. Her legs are bracketed by my thighs.
“You’d feel it down the bond how much you mean to us. You’d never have to doubt our feelings for you, not ever.”
She swallows thickly, all the bonding talk getting her hot. Her eyes are a little shiny as she slides her panties off and takes her place back on my lap. Her slick coats my cock as she grinds against my length. I squeeze one of her ass cheeks while I cup her jaw.
“You’d be ours. But more than anything, we’d be yours,” I whisper.
She shifts her body up and then slowly slides down my length, our gazes locked. I need her to understand. I need her to feel this connection and not doubt it.
