Page 35 of B-ry
I felt free.
And I felt tingly all over.
It was no surprise that once we made it to my place, we were tearing at each other’s clothing even before we made it through the doorway. I was clawing at him like a cat in heat. It was shameless and definitely something I hadn’t ever done before him. But did I care? Nope.
“Take me,” I panted out all breathy-like sounding like a little tramp.
“Yes, my Queen.”
He kicked the door closed, the cheap walls rattling from the impact. Then his large, warm hands palmed my butt as he hauled me up, my legs automatically locking around his waist.
Seconds later, I was spread out on the bed, my shirt freed from my body. My pants went next. He yanked the cup of my bra down and then his mouth was covering my hard nipple. He licked and nibbled as I begged for more.
Somehow he managed to get my panties off without me even noticing until the cool air drifted over the wetness that was pooling between my legs.
“You want me?” he growled into my ear. His scruff raked across my jaw sending a delicious shiver down my spine.
“Yes,” I breathed out. “Yes! Please.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“I need to feel you. I need you… to…”
I couldn’t get any words out with him doing that thing to my neck. Or with his breaths in my ear. No, my brain just shut down.
“Anything. It’s yours.”
“I need you to own me,” I said and suddenly wished I could have taken those words back.
I felt it then, that devilish smile of his against my shoulder. I was about to get what I asked for, probably more than I ever thought I would.
“With pleasure, my Queen.”
In a blink, he flipped me over, pulled my hips in the air, and was kissing his way down my back. It felt too good and I didn’t want to move. I heard the rustling of his clothes as he shed them. Then the knowing sound of a condom wrapper being torn open.
“So wet for me,” he said as I felt the tip of his hardness brush over then circle my entrance.
A slow, low moan forced its way out of my throat as he pushed his way in. I loved the way he filled me up. Every thick inch of him was inside of me.
“Fuck, Laurel. You feel so damn good.”
His fingers dug into my hips as he started to pound into me. I took it, every inch of it. Every hard thrust. Every word he said to me. I took them all.
“Who owns this pussy?”
“You!” I screamed. “You own it!”
And he did. He had already put his mark on me, whether he really meant to or not. But now… now it was set in stone.
He didn’t just own my… pussy.
He was the king of it.
“Fuck, yeah, I do.”
“Oh, God!” I moaned out so loud I was sure the whole building heard me.
His fingers were in my hair. I raised up on my hands as he pulled my head back and pounded into me harder. I didn’t know it was possible, but he did it. My body jerked back with each thrust.
