Page 15 of Hot Blooded

“Are you ready, baby girl? Ready to be mine?”

I nod my head and grit my teeth. “Yes, please don’t stop.”

“Relax, Reva. Relax and let me in. Let your man in.” I let my body loosen and he leans down, his lips taking mine, his tongue sliding along mine, his breath harsh and strained, panting.

And then he drives his lean hips forward, a flash of pain stiffening me, freezing me as I squeal into his mouth, squirming wildly under him.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” He stills and I close my eyes, my breath fast and shallow.

“It’s alright.” A tear slips between my closed lids and he curses.

“Fuck, I hurt you. I’m so damn sorry, baby girl. I’m a fucking monster.” He draws back like he’s gonna pull out of me and I groan, my fingers struggling to pull him back.

“No, no! I’m fine. I just need a minute. It feels so good, please don’t stop.”

I open my eyes and he’s staring at me. His brow lifts. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Please, Tom. I just need a minute.”

“Alright.”

I close my eyes and suck in deep breaths, letting my aching body settle back down. The fullness washes over me again and it feels so damn good. So right.

I nod my head. “Move, please. Now.”

He grunts and then moves, slowly at first, his eyes locked on me, searching mine to make sure that I’m alright.

But then it’s like a switch flips when I moan and tighten around him.

My teeth rattle when he jerks his hips back and then slams into me, over and over again. I twist my fingers into the sheets, my body wracked with shivers of growing need and hunger.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” My head whips back and forth on the pillow and I strain, my back arched, my whole body sizzling with twisting, aching ecstasy.

“I’m never gonna stop, Reva. You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and you’ll always be mine.” His face is pulled taut, his jaw rock-solid, teeth gritted as he slams into me over and over again. His golden-brown eyes blaze with fire and his grip punishes my skin. I know he’s leaving bruises on my hips but I don’t fucking care. I want his marks. Want everyone to see them and know I’m his.

“Come for me, Reva. Give me that pussy and scream my fucking name so that every asshole in this place knows who you belong to. You’re mine.” With every word he hammers his hips into me until my pussy contracts hard and I scream as I fall over the edge, my eyes rolled back, my body shuddering wildly.

“Yes, yes, yes! Oh god, yes! Don’t stop! I’m yours, Tom!” I wail, my voice breaking, tears streaming down my cheeks.

“You’re damn right you are! I love you, baby girl,” he grits out between his clenched teeth and then his head falls back, his neck straining, the cords of his muscles standing out as his cock jerks in my body and I feel the warmth of his seed splashing on my fluttering walls.

“Fuck, yeah,” he growls, shoving his hips hard, shunting me up the bed as my arms fall to the side, exhaustion dragging me down and back to earth.

He falls to the side but doesn’t pull out, his cock still half-hard in my aching hole.

His lips tickle my cheek and I giggle, the rough texture of his stubble burning my cheeks.

“We’re doing that every damn day. At least once,” he growls.

Oh hell yeah! But underneath the satisfaction and happiness a niggle of unease builds and grows into a blazing worry.

My dad is going to kill Tom and then what am I going to do? I can’t live without him.

He hugs me close and I sigh into his chest as he slips out of my body. “I love you,” I whisper, kissing the light trail of soft hair that leads down to heaven.

“I love you too, baby girl. Get some rest because we’re doing this again as soon as my dick recovers.”

I giggle and push the worry down.