I shouted, “There’s nothinglittleabout it.”
Shooter slowly started to stroke his hardened cock, with little beds of precum spouting out. “You’ll take all of me. Don’t worry.”
I worried about my sanity, that I would possibly become addicted to his cock. I started to sit up, wanting to reach for it, my own naughty desire to have my own taste. But as soon as I got up to my knees, he spun me around, and bent me over with my ass presenting to him. My head twisted to the side, watching his hands glide down my spine, and the edge of my ass. But his finger tapped on the side, and even more heat flushed my cheeks.
“You do have a little tattoo back here, you cheeky fuck.” Memories flashed to the bet I had with him about seeing the tattoo on my ass. It was a pair of lips kissing my cheek. It was a stupid college rebel tattoo. And before I could explain, Shooter’s lips pressed against it. Why did he have to be so damn cute? Hewas giving me whiplash from the sweet and cute moments to the dark and possessive moments.
“If I kiss it, that means I keep it right?” he asked. Before I could argue, the tip of his cock brushed against my entrance. His hands forced my legs to spread further apart.
“Tell me this is what you want,” he said.
“Shooter, when I said fuck me like I’m yours, it wasn’t a suggestion,” I said, backing myself up to him. Then in one slow thrust, all the smart remarks disappeared, and in place was a soft moan.
“There’s no fucking question, Amelia. You are mine,” he said with sin in his voice.
I felt full but I needed fucking movement or something. I asked to be distracted, and I was more focused on wanting him to fuck me senseless, and not getting it. I groaned, mad that he wasn’t moving. I needed him to unlock everything in me.
Shooter slowly dragged out of my pussy and quickly thrust back in. As he thrusted back in, a hand came down on my ass cheek. Shooter was taking his time, studying me, watching me, looking out for signs of pleasure and signs of agony.
He drove into me, slowly at first, until I was almost putty in his hands and then into a brutal pace that I craved. Fucking me like it was the last time we would do it, but we both knew that would be a lie. His sounds only made me want to come harder. I could feel it rising again, it’s delicious, it’s addicting.
But he was a good student, he knew when to stop and pull out, leaving me empty and whining like a baby. His rough hands flipped me to my back, where I had no choice but to stare at him full on. The sweat dripping down our bodies glistened.
“Made for me,” he said, his low morning voice still rumbling.
“Please, Shooter,” I whimpered.
He shook his head. “For weeks, I have been hearing you call my name, that little audio of you, every night I heard it on repeatas my cock was in my hand. Now I have you right where I want. Say that name.”
River.
Maybe my little tease paid off. In one swoop, his cock filled the once emptied space. My back arched up, my head thrown back, eyes were fluttering closed. I was lost once again in the enigma and power of Shooter. The dark knight that hid in the shadows, the one who wanted to consume me. Was I ready for something more? Even after all these years.
He drove into me as he played with my clit, knowing that I was ready to explode. He dropped to his elbows, his weight heavy on me. “Never letting you go.”
I silently asked him not to.
I was in for the long haul.
I had given him my time, my mind, my body, and eventually my heart.
He was getting close as his thrusts became harder, hitting every nerve in my pussy. I cried out, my body giving in and giving me another release. My hands dug into his back, gripping into the hard muscles, my legs shaking, and with one final word, I was about to soften the beast inside him.
“River,” I cried out.
A moment later, Shooter reached his climax, emptying his release inside me. My body shuddered at the memory of his words “breeding this pussy” and watching him unravel. I clung to him, his beard tickling my cheeks. I loved every moment of it.
He buried himself in my neck, his cock still twitching and coming down from his own release.
“Thank you, sugar,” I whispered, stroking his back.
He rolled us to myself laying on top of him. “I will always take care of you.”
I left reality behind and indulged in our world a little longer. I wasn’t thinking I was broken, I had a man that knew how tofuck me and give me what I needed. I just wanted to stay like that forever without the threat of the real world surrounding us. I believed that I was his, and in some twisted fashion, I believe he was mine.
Chapter 21
Amelia
