Page 29 of Dangerous Games

"Yes," she groans. "Yes, I'm going to come." Her clit is swollen and tender, but it doesn't stop her from rubbing it. I like the way she's being so aggressive, and I give her a hard kiss as I pull out.

My cock is wet with her juices, and I want to keep it that way. I scoop up some of her juices and rub it into my cock.

"More?" I ask, moving my cock up and down her pussy.

"Yes, yes," she moans, dragging her fingers down my chest. She's crazy, pushing her hips against my body, letting her moisture smear over my dick and hips. It's hot, and the fact that she isn't even hindered by being outdoors for this is even hotter.

"You are a bad girl, Nanette," I tell her, pinning her hips down. I tease her entrance with the head of my dick, slowly rocking my hips. She whimpers.

"God, just put it back in me," she moans, scratching as she pulls my hips hard. I don't think she's trying to hurt me, but part of me wants her to. That's the part of me that wants her to mark me, to leave a sign that I was here. She arches her back, taking me deeper as I push into her again. I love the way her pussy wraps around my cock, the way it massages me, and the way she moves beneath me.

She's breathing heavily, whispering my name as she comes. I'm not far behind her, and I feel my balls contracting as I thrust harder and faster. Her low moans become frantic, high-pitched screams, and her nails puncture my skin. "That's it, scream. Tell the whole world you are mine now." I thrust harder, feeling her body slam against mine. Her pussy takes it, welcoming me into its pulsing cavity. "You'll never fuck another man, Nanette. You're mine now. You belong to me."

"Fuck, fuck...." She groans, and she lets her head drop to my chest, but I'm not finished. I slow my pace for a moment, controlling the need for release. I even stop, letting her warmth surround me as I kiss her, gripping her head in my hands.

"You're mine. Did you hear me? Mine." I force her to keep her head up and as her eyes blink open, she licks her lips.

"No one owns me," she whispers, breathless.

"I own you, and it is the freest you'll ever be." I kiss her hard again, biting her lip then letting her head go. A low growl emanates up out of my chest as I begin thrusting again. I'm so close now, I know I can't hold back.

"Come for me," I growl as I thrust hard and deep. It doesn't take long, and I feel her pussy contract as I shoot my load into her. I let out a low guttural moan as I come, my teeth sinking into her shoulder as I fill her with my cum.

My head is spinning, and I'm not sure if I'm going to pass out or not, but I know that I don't want to stop. I don't want to pull out of her, and I don't want this feeling to end. It's so hot, so dirty, so animalistic. It's exactly what I need right now. She's still panting, trying to catch her breath, and looking at me like she wants more. I shiver as her lips trail over my skin as I slowly stand and watch my cum drip from her pussy to the soft grass below. I reach down and yank her up so that she's standing in front of me.

Looking down at her, I feel a swelling in my chest, a feeling of pride. She's mine, and she'll only ever be mine. Her body is slick under my touch, dampened with sweat from our workout. She looks up at me still with a lust haze in her eyes. We stand wrapped in each other’s arms. I’m not ready to admit that she is my weak spot. If I do that, someone will come after her, try to hurt her. I can’t let that happen.

“What did you mean by I belong to you?” Her innocent question comes as she begins straightening her bra, tucking her tits back into it. I bend and pick up her panties and slacks and hand them to her.

“Exactly what I said, you belong to me. No one else is ever going to touch that pussy of yours. You’re mine.”

She straightens and looks away, as if there are yet reservations inside of her. She’ll come around, especially when I show her what it means to belong to me, how I treat those who belong to me.

“Are you saying you want to marry me? Are you in love with me?” She sits on the bench, holding her clothing in hand, watching me dress. They are fair questions, but one’s I can’t answer. Not now.

“You ask a lot of questions. Just be thankful it’s me claiming you and not someone else far more sinister than me.” I buckle my pants then my belt and wait for her as I put my shirt back on and slide my feet into my shoes. She dresses painfully slowly, as if comprehending everything I’ve said.

When she is dressed, shoes in hand, I offer my arm and we walk back toward the house. She is quiet and I don’t speak either. I never expected Nanette to blast into my life like a wrecking ball, but here she is. As we reach the house, I open the door for Nanette and lead her to the living room where I pour us each a glass of whiskey. We sit in silence for a few minutes, sipping our drinks. I can feel her eyes on me, studying me.

Finally, she speaks. "So, what's next?"

I take a deep breath and set my glass down. I've always been a lone wolf, doing things my own way without anyone to answer to. But now, with Nanette in my life, I have someone to protect and provide for. And that means I have to be careful, especially in this line of work. I hesitate for a moment before answering. I've never been good at relationships, and the idea of being tied down to just one person is a foreign concept to me. But something about Nanette makes me want to hold onto her, to keep her close.

“Next, you go to your room and stay there. The door will be repaired later today. I’ll get you after dinner. I need you to make Jimmy work. It’s out of my hands now.” I sip my whiskey and watch her face shift.

“What do you mean it’s out of your hands now?” she asks, watching me over the rim of her glass. Her eyes grow wide in fright—a healthy thing.

“My brothers know about Jimmy.” I hold a steady gaze in her direction, but my mind is wandering. “If you don’t convince him to finish this, they’ll take matters into their own hands, and I won’t be able to stop them. My cousin has already picked him up once for snooping around.”

“That can’t happen. You promised—”

“Enough,” I snap. Nanette stands, frightened. “I will do what I need to do to protect what is mine. Now, you go rest. We have to get you in to see Jimmy and make him start working with me instead of against me. His life depends on it. And if they connect him back to you, I’m going to have a mess on my hands.”

She nods, clutching her whiskey glass in hand as she walks over to the liquor cabinet and fills it to the brim. She’s shaken and I know why. She’s terrified of losing her brother, and she should be. I dragged him into this and now with the way I feel about her, I have to make sure I do my part to get him out of this.

I watch her walk toward the door and pause, looking over her shoulder. “Dom?” she asks, her voice nearly a whisper.

“Yeah.”

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