Page 9 of Tight End
“Damn right.”
I started slow. Gentle. Giving her time. But I was already losing control. The way she felt, how she clung to me andwhispered my name in a breathy little plea. Every part of me roared with the need to claim this beautiful woman. My woman.
I buried myself completely and felt her body stretch around me, taking every inch.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned. “You feel unreal.”
“I feel so…full,” she moaned, her hands digging into my shoulders.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I ordered, my voice ragged.
She obeyed instantly.
“Good girl.” I pulled back and drove into her with a force that rocked the bed. “That’s it. Take all of me. You were made for this dick, weren’t you?”
She gasped and nodded, whimpering as I picked up speed. Her pussy rippled around my cock, and I lost my damn mind.
I fucked her with hard, deep strokes that had her arching into me, her nails digging into my back and her legs wrapping around my waist like she never wanted to let me go. I growled praise against her ear. Nipped at her neck. Pinned her hands above her head and told her exactly what to do, what to give me, how good she felt.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It waspossession.
Her eyes drifted shut, and I growled, “Look at me.”
They fluttered open again.
“Don’t close your eyes when I’m fucking you. Let me see everything.”
She nodded, then moaned, “Yes. Oh yes.”
Her gaze stayed locked on mine.
“Good girl,” I breathed as I changed my angle so I hit her clit with every glide of my cock into her tight channel.
Marissa shuddered, and I pounded in and out like a fucking madman. “That’s it…just like that. Fuck. You’re taking me so good, baby.”
She arched up into me, crying out for more, so I fucked her even harder. “Fuck, look at you. You were made for sin. No one else gets to see you like this. Ever.”
“Oh, Raiden. Yes. Yes!”
Gripping her hips, I slammed into her with bruising thrusts until I felt her tighten again, her body coiling and shuddering beneath mine. She was close.
I didn’t realize I wasn’t wearing a condom until I was right there, on the edge and too far gone to stop. I couldn’t pull out. Didn’t fucking want to.
Being buried inside her like that—no barriers, no space, nothing between us—was the most intimate thing I’d ever felt. I wanted to come inside her. Brand her. Mark her in the most primal way possible.
I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, groaning her name as I emptied into her unprotected womb. She cried out, coming with me, clutching me so tightly I could barely breathe.
It was the best damn orgasm of my life.
Eventually, her arms went slack, but I didn’t move right away. I stayed there, panting against her neck, my cock still buried inside her as I tried to wrap my head around what the fuck just happened. I finally eased out of her and stood, grabbing a towel from the bathroom and coming back to gently clean her. I pressed kisses to her thighs, her stomach, and her lips while I was at it. She watched me with sleepy eyes, her expression soft and open.
I climbed back into bed and pulled her into my arms. She curled against my chest, tucked under my chin like she was made to be there.
She fell asleep fast, but I lay there for a long time, watching her with my hand resting low on her back, anchoring her to me as the truth settled deep in my bones.
Mine.
One night?
