When he finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard.
My lips tingled. “Keegan.”
He rested his forehead against mine. “Been trying so fucking hard to keep my hands off you, baby. Giving you time. Letting you heal from everything that’s been thrown at you. But I can’t hold back anymore. I need you too damn much.”
“I want that too,” I admitted softly. “But I’ve never?—”
“I know.” He pressed another kiss to my mouth, then the corner of my eye where a stray tear still clung. “I’ve known you’re a virgin since that first morning, little dove. It’s why I’ve held back.”
My cheeks filled with heat. “Oh.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. I’m fucking thrilled I’m gonna be the only man who ever gets inside this sweet body. But I need you to hear me right now.” He cupped my face in both hands, forcing me to meet his gaze. “This isn’t about me trying to make you feel better after a shit day. I’ve been dying to claim you since I stopped you from tripping the first time. Been walking around with a permanent hard-on just thinking about stretching this tight little pussy around my cock. You understand me?”
I nodded, my cheeks flaming, but his dirty talk only turned me on. “Yes. I understand.”
“Good girl.” The praise sent a fresh rush of warmth through me. He kissed me again, slower this time, then pulled back just enough to reach for the hem of the shirt I was wearing. “Arms up, baby.”
I lifted them obediently, and he drew the fabric up and over my head, tossing it aside. My breasts felt heavy, my nipples already tight under his stare.
Hunger was etched into every line of his face. “Fuck. Look at you. So goddamn perfect.”
His hands skimmed down my sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts before he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my sleep shorts. He peeled them down my legs along with my panties, slow enough that I felt the fabric sliding over every inch of my thighs.
When I was completely bare, he sat back on his heels and just drank me in. I fought the urge to cover myself, but the way his eyes darkened made me feel beautiful instead of exposed.
Keegan stood long enough to strip off his own clothes. My gaze caught on his tattoos—the Tomcat call sign inked in black on his right pec and the black-and-gray fighter jet breaking through flames that turned into a hellhound’s jaw circling his right bicep. But then my eyes dropped to the thick length jutting between his legs, and my thighs pressed together.
He crawled back over me, caging me in with his arms. “Breathe, little dove. I’m gonna make this so good for you.”
His mouth found mine again, kissing me senseless while one hand trailed down my body. He cupped my breast, his thumb flicking the nipple until I arched into him with a whimper. Then lower, until his fingers parted my folds and found me already slick.
“Soaking wet for me already,” he growled against my lips. “This pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn’t it?”
I could only moan in answer as he circled my clit with maddening precision. Two thick fingers teased my entrance, pressing in just enough to stretch me before retreating. Over and over, he worked me, making me fly apart with his hand twice before he wedged his shoulders between my legs.
I stared down at his dark hair while he ate me like a man starved, using his tongue, lips, and teeth to shove me over the edge two more times.
Then he was building me up again, my hips rolling up to chase his touch when he pulled away and wiped his mouth on my inner thigh.
I whined at the loss, but he was already positioning himself between my thighs. The blunt head of his dick nudged my entrance. He rubbed it through my wetness, coating himself and teasing my clit with every slow glide.
“Keegan, please,” I pleaded, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded in a rough voice. “That you’re ready for me to ruin you for anyone else.”
“I want you.” I locked eyes with him, not holding anything back. “Only you. Please, don’t make me wait any longer. Take me now.”
Something savage flashed across his face. Then he pushed forward, his thick head slowly breaching me. The stretch burned, but the pain was laced with pleasure so intense it stole my breath.
He paused, his jaw clenched and sweat already beading on his forehead. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight. Taking me so pretty, baby.”
He rocked forward another inch, then another, feeding me his cock with measured thrusts until he bottomed out. I felt impossibly full, stretched to my limit around his thick length. My walls fluttered around him, clinging while I adjusted to his invasion.
He dropped his head to my neck, breathing hard. “I’m all the way in now, little dove. This pussy was made for me. It’s only mine.”
Then the gentleness fractured.
Keegan pulled back almost to the tip and slammed home in one powerful thrust. I cried out, my nails raking down his back, but he didn’t stop. He set a brutal rhythm of deep strokes thatrocked the entire bed. Each thrust ground against that perfect spot inside me, sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through my veins. His hips slapped against mine, the wet sounds of our bodies filling the room.
