Me and the guys even used to lace our condoms with hot sauce after hookups, paranoid some cleat-chaser would try to fish it out of the trash and play baby-trap…Jace’s idea, of course.
But with her?
Fuck that. I wanted every drop inside her, wanted her to carry me, wanted her pussy painted white with proof she was mine.
“Tell me if it hurts,” I whispered, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her nose, her lips, every inch I could reach while my hands traced her ribs, her hips, committing the body that belonged to me now to memory. “You’re doing perfect, Ophelia. My brave girl.”
I pushed in slow, inch by inch, and fucking hell…the heat of her, the raw, untouched grip, it was fucking unreal. Her walls clamped around me like a fist, slick and scorching, fluttering inpanic and welcome all at once. Without latex it was just her, pure and perfect, stretching around every vein, every ridge, the piercing catching on her tightness and dragging a broken gasp from her throat.
My vision blurred.
I’d never felt anything this good, this right. I paused, forehead to hers, struggling to breathe, fighting the animal urge to bury myself to the hilt and never leave. “That’s it, pretty baby. Open for me. So fucking tight, so wet. Mine. I could live inside this pussy, never pull out, never let another person see you again.”
A soft whimper slipped from her throat, and I felt a fresh rush of slick heat coating me, her walls fluttering harder.
Fuck.
She seemed to love when I praised her…loved when I claimed her out loud. I filed it away: My girl got wetter when I told her she belonged to me.
She relaxed, taking a few more inches of me inside her, and I groaned as my control frayed. The way she stretched around me, the slick drag, the heat…It was heaven, better than any fantasy. I wanted to stay inside her forever, feel her pulse around me, mark her from the inside out. “Tell me how it feels,” I demanded. “Tell me you love it.”
“I love it,” she panted, her nails digging deeper into my shoulders. Her eyes lifted to mine, copper in the dim light, blown wide and wild. “I want more.”
The words punched the air from my lungs.More. My virgin girl, still stretched around me, begging for deeper, harder,mine. A growl ripped out of me, and my hips snapped forward on instinct burying myself to the hilt, and her back bowed off the bed with a broken cry.
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned, the sound torn straight from my chest. “You said you wanted more? I’ll give you everything. Every inch, every drop, until you’re dripping with me.”
“Yes,” she breathed, the word a sultry purr that slid down my spine. “Give me that.”
Her hands roamed up my back, palms gliding over sweat-slick skin, tracing every ridge of muscle, every line of ink like she was mapping territory she’d already claimed. A small, wicked smile curved her lips, soft at the edges, filthy in the middle, and it lit a fuse inside me.
I started moving. Slow, controlled strokes. Pulling out until just the piercing teased her entrance, then driving back in, deep and punishing, letting her feel every vein, every throb, the metal dragging against that spot that made her eyes roll.
“I love how you take me,” I rasped as my mouth sealed over her nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing as I slammed in again. “So fucking beautiful. Somine. This pussy…it’s strangling me, begging me to stay. I don’t ever want out. I want to live right here, buried in you, feeling you pulse around me every second of every day.”
Her legs locked around me, hips meeting mine, and I lost it, snapping faster, the bed creaking, headboard slamming.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The obsession consumed me. Her taste was still on my tongue from Saturday, her virginity was now on my cock…her future was in my hands. The way she clenched, the wet sounds filling the room, the way her body arched into mine…It was everything. I wanted to drown in her, to stay buried deep, to never pull out.
“Come for me,” I growled, thumb on her clit, rubbing tight circles. “Milk me, baby. Scream my name. I want to feel you fall apart around me.”
She shattered, walls clamping down, pulsing around me in hot, greedy waves. Her cries rang off the ceiling brokenly, and the way she squeezed me, tight, wet,mine, nearly snapped my spine. I couldn’t stay inside, not if I wanted to paint her the way I needed to. I yanked out at the last second, fisting myself hard, and came with a roar, thick ropes of cum striping her stomach, her tits, her throat, marking every inch of skin I could reach.
I dropped over her, palms gliding through the mess, rubbing it into her like sacred oil, coating her breasts, her ribs, her belly, sinking it deep into her skin until she glistened with me. She arched into every stroke, eyes glazed, lips parted on a silent moan, like she was drunk on being claimed.
I scooped a thick ribbon from between her thighs, and brought it to her mouth. She didn’t hesitate. Her tongue darted out, and she eagerly lapped it up, sucking my fingers clean with a low, erotic moan that vibrated straight to my cock.
Her eyes fluttered shut, lashes dark against flushed cheeks, and shesavoredit, tongue curling, throat working, another moan spilling out as she swallowed. “More,” she whispered in a wrecked, greedy voice.
The sound alone almost had me hard again.
I pushed two cum-slick fingers back inside her, curling deep, feeding her what was left. “Take it,” I rasped. “Every drop. You’re keeping me inside you. Always.”
She whimpered, thighs trembling, and I kept going, pushing my cum deeper, watching her pussy clench around my fingers, greedy for more. Her hips rolled up to meet every thrust, a soft, broken moan spilling from her lips as she took it, tookme. I leaned down, licked a stripe up her neck, tasting myself on her skin. “All mine,” I whispered against her pulse.
She shivered, a full-body tremor, and her hands flew to my hair, gripping tight. “Yes,” she breathed, keeping her eyes locked on mine. “Yours. Keep me full of you…please.” Her wallsfluttered around my fingers again, another wave of slick heat coating my hand, and she arched her neck into my tongue, chasing the taste of us together.
