“You have no idea what your pretty begging does to me,” I groaned, my mouth following the line of her collarbone. “I’ve been trying not to scare you with how fucking badly I want you, and now you’re under me saying please.”
“I’m not scared.” Her voice broke when my hand slid beneath her shirt and skimmed the warm skin along her ribs. “I want you to touch me.”
I dragged the fabric over her head, leaving her in a pale lace bra that framed her full tits, nipples pushing tight against the cups. My cock jerked at the view, and a low, involuntary sound rolled out of my chest as I sat back long enough to look my fill.
“Fucking perfect,” I murmured, tracing one finger along the upper curve of her breast while her skin flushed beneath the path. She started to fold her arms across herself out of shy instinct, but I caught both wrists and guided them above her head, holding them against the quilt with one hand. “No hiding from me, baby. I’ve dreamed about seeing you like this, and now I’m going to look as long as I damn well please.”
Her lips parted as my gaze moved down her body, lingering over the deep valley between her breasts, the narrow line of her waist, and the gentle softness of her stomach above her jeans. She should have looked vulnerable beneath me with her wrists captured and her body exposed, but all I saw was the woman who had trusted me enough to give me this moment. The need to worship every inch of her tangled with the darker desire to mark her so thoroughly that no one could look at her without knowing she belonged to me.
I released her wrists so I could reach behind her and unfasten her bra. When I peeled the lace away, the globes spilled free into my hands, more perfect than anything my imagination had produced. I closed my palms around them and felt her back arch, a breathless cry escaping as my thumbs swept over tight nipples.
“That’s it,” I praised, rolling the sensitive peaks between my fingers while her thighs shifted restlessly around my knee. “Let me hear what you like. I want every sound, Jacqueline.”
She moaned when I lowered my head and pulled one nipple into my mouth. The taste of her skin went straight to my balls, tightening them while I sucked and flicked my tongue over the hardened peak. Her fingers clenched in my hair, holding me against her as her hips began moving in small, helpless rolls against my thigh.
“Brogan,” she whimpered when I changed to the other side, scraping my teeth lightly over the bud before drawing it deep into my mouth. Her body trembled beneath me, and the sound of my name breaking in her throat turned every thought I had filthy.
“Gonna make you feel so fucking good.” I kissed down the center of her stomach, pausing to press my tongue into her navel while my hands found the button of her jeans. “I’ve spent six days thinking about what you taste like. Wondering if your pussy gets as pink and sweet as the rest of you.”
Her thighs clamped around my hips, but I opened the button and worked the zipper down before hooking my fingers beneath the waistband. “Lift.”
She raised her hips without hesitation, letting me pull the denim down over the lush curve of her ass. I stripped the jeans from her legs and tossed them away, leaving her in tiny blue panties already darkened between her thighs.
The visible evidence of her desire nearly broke me. I spread her knees and settled between them, staring at the wet patch while my cock strained so hard inside my jeans that every heartbeat pulsed through the thick length. Jacqueline tried to close her legs when she realized what I could see, but I caught her thighs and pushed them wider, holding her open with a firm grip that made her breath hitch.
“Fucking hell, look at you. You were made for sin.” I lowered my mouth to the delicate skin inside one thigh, biting hard enough to leave a mark. Then I worked my way higher while her muscles trembled under my lips. “Look how wet you are for me, baby. Already soaked through your panties.”
Her cheeks burned crimson, but her hips lifted toward me. “You say the dirtiest things.”
“And your pussy gets wetter every time.” I grinned as I traced her damp center with one finger. Her entire body jolted, and a broken moan filled the room as I dragged the digit from her opening to the swollen little bundle at the top. “Love it when you blush like that, but your body knows what it wants.”
I hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties and pulled them down with deliberate slowness, watching her bare pussy come into view one tempting inch at a time. She was pink, swollen, and glistening enough to make my mouth water. Her legs moved restlessly, and the soft lips parted, showing me her sweet little bud just begging for my mouth.
I shoved the ruined panties into my back pocket, then spread her thighs until she had nowhere to hide from the hunger in my eyes. “I haven’t even fucked you yet, and I’m already losing my mind.”
Her blush deepened, but she didn’t try to hide herself. She remained sprawled across the mattress with her hair fanned over the quilt and her breasts rising beneath every uneven breath. I stood beside the bed and stripped fast, dragging myshirt over my head before kicking off my boots and shoving my jeans and boxer briefs down in one rough movement. The relief of freeing my cock lasted less than a second because Jacqueline’s gaze dropped, her eyes widening as the thick length sprang hard against my abdomen.
A tiny gasp slipped from her. The head of my cock was slick with precome, every vein standing hard beneath the skin while it throbbed under her attention. I wrapped one fist around the base and gave myself a slow stroke, not because I needed more stimulation, but because watching her track the movement made her thighs press together and fresh wetness shine between them.
“You’re…” Her voice failed as she lifted her gaze back to my face. “You’re very big.”
“You were made for me, Jacqueline.” I climbed onto the mattress, caught her ankles, and opened her legs again before settling between them. Her body looked even smaller beneath mine, all soft curves and pale skin against the size and weight I held above her. The contrast made every primitive part of me roar to claim her. “Trust me to take care of your body, and I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
She shivered at the promise as my cock pressed along the slick center of her pussy, the bare heat so intense a groan tore from my chest. I rocked once, dragging the underside of my shaft through her wetness until the broad head bumped her clit, and Jacqueline arched beneath me with a breathless cry.
“Fuck, baby.” I buried my face against her throat, breathing through the need to drive inside her in one hard stroke. “I love how ready this sweet pussy is for me. Wet and swollen. Begging for my cock before I’ve gotten even an inch inside you.”
I slid one hand beneath her hair and closed it around her nape, keeping her face tipped toward mine while my cock pulsed against her opening. “Understand something, Jacqueline.There’s no going back after tonight. I’m going to mark you inside and out, take you so deep you’ll feel me tomorrow, and there won’t be any pretending this was temporary when the sun comes up.”
Her fingers tightened against my shoulders, and I lifted my head until our eyes locked. I kept my hips still even though her pussy was hot and soaked beneath my cock, because this was one thing she needed to understand before I let instinct take over. “You know what that means, Jacqueline?”
The desire in her eyes only burned hotter. “I’m yours.”
“Damn fucking right.” The words came out as a growl. Heat swept across her face and down her chest, her pupils expanding until only a narrow ring of blue remained. She took one deep breath for courage, then lifted her hips enough to rub her slick pussy along the underside of my cock.
I kissed her again, taking her mouth hard while one hand guided my cock to her entrance. The broad head pressed against the tight ring of muscle, and Jacqueline’s body tensed beneath me when I started pushing forward. I stopped after the first fraction, kissed the tremble from her lips, and stroked my thumb over her clit until the resistance softened around me.
“Relax for me, baby,” I murmured against her mouth, rolling my hips with slow, steady pressure. “Let me in. That’s it. Good fucking girl.”
