“Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined,” he groans. “Sweet little virgin pussy dripping for me. Gonna get you nice and ready, baby. Gonna make this first time so good you’ll never want anyone else.”
He works me open with his tongue and fingers—slow, thorough, relentless. Two thick digits curl inside me, stroking that spot that makes my toes curl while his mouth sucks gently on my clit. I come hard and fast, thighs shaking around his head, his name falling from my lips like a prayer.
He doesn’t stop until I’m boneless and whimpering. Only then does he stand, stripping off his Henley and jeans in one fluid motion. His cock springs free—thick, long, flushed dark at the tip, already glistening. I swallow hard.
“Easy, darlin',” he soothes, wrapping one hand around himself and stroking slowly. “We’ll go slow. You tell me if it’s too much.”
He climbs over me, settling between my thighs, the heavy weight of him pressing me into the mattress. The head of his cock nudges my entrance, hot and slick from my release.
“Relax for me,” he murmurs against my neck, kissing the sensitive spot beneath my ear. “Let Daddy in. That’s it… good girl.”
He pushes forward inch by inch, stretching me open in the most delicious burn. I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders, but the pain melts fast into pleasure. He’s so big, so full, but he keeps talking me through it—dirty, sweet, perfect.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Gripping me like you were made for this cock. Look at you taking every inch like a good little girl. So proud of you, baby.”
When he bottoms out, we both groan. He stays still, forehead pressed to mine, letting me adjust.
“You okay?” he whispers.
“More,” I beg. “Move. Please.”
He starts slow—deep, rolling thrusts that drag against every sensitive spot inside me. Then faster, harder, the bed creaking beneath us. One hand slides under my ass, tilting my hips so he hits deeper. The other braces beside my head.
“That’s it, ride Daddy’s cock,” he growls. “Take what you need. This pussy’s mine now, Willa. Gonna fill you up every night if you’ll let me.”
I’m moaning, sobbing his name, legs wrapped tight around his waist. The coil in my belly winds tighter and tighter.
“Come for me, baby,” he commands, voice rough. “Come all over Daddy’s cock like the perfect girl you are.”
I shatter, clenching around him so hard my vision whites out. He follows right after, burying himself deep and groaning my name as he pulses inside me, hot and endless.
We stay locked together, breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. He kisses me soft and slow, then rolls us so I’m draped across his chest, still joined.
“Stay,” I whisper into his neck. “Don’t make me leave tomorrow. I like it here. With you.”
His arms tighten around me. “We’ll figure it out, darlin'. But you’re not going anywhere without me. Not anymore.”
I smile against his skin, heart full for the first time in forever.
The storm outside has finally gone quiet.
And inside, everything I never knew I needed has just begun.
EIGHT
COLT
I wake before dawn, the way I always do, but this time there’s a soft, warm weight draped across my chest. Willa. Her blonde hair spills over my shoulder like silk, her breath steady and slow against my neck. One leg hooked over mine, her thigh pressed to my hip. She’s naked—completely, gloriously naked—because after last night I couldn’t stand the thought of anything between us, not even my flannel.
My cock is already hard, aching from the feel of her skin, the faint scent of sex and pine that clings to both of us. But it’s more than that. Way more.
I’ve fucked before. Plenty. Quick, rough, meaningless. Never like this. Never where every touch felt like it was carving something permanent into my bones. Last night wasn’t just sex. It was claiming. It was surrender. Hers and mine. And waking up with her like this—trusting, soft, mine—hits me square in the chest with something I haven’t felt in years. Maybe never.
Love.
The word lands heavy, primal. Not the soft, Hallmark kind. The kind that makes a man want to burn the world down to keep one woman safe. The kind that says she’s under my roof, in my bed, wearing my marks on her thighs and my cum still inside her, and I’d kill to keep it that way.
I shift carefully, sliding out from under her. She murmurs something sleepy, reaching for me even half-conscious. My heart does something stupid—squeezes, expands, fucking aches. I scoop her up before she can wake fully. Arms under her knees and back, easy as breathing. She’s light, warm, pliant. Her head lolls against my shoulder, lips brushing my collarbone.
