Page 9 of Bedded and Bred

Rapping at the door, I barely give her time to open it when I push my way through and hand her a steaming cup of her favorite caramel cappuccino from the coffee place down the street. I don’t know the name of it yet but I will.

“Here you go, baby. Sorry I wasn’t here sooner. I got held up with the coffee.”

“Ummm. That’s fine.”

I grin at her and step closer, watching her eyes widen, her pupils huge leaving a tiny ring of smoke and fire as she eyes me warily. There’s a flush on her cheeks that has me damn curious because I haven’t done anything to merit that flush…yet. She subtly steps back, so innocent that I almost believe that I’m imagining it.

But when I step closer again and watch her dance backwards again, her throat working, I growl under my breath.

“You seem a bit on edge this morning, sweetheart. Jesse bother you last night.” I was parked outside of his place all night and I don’t think he left. My eyes were on that door the whole time.

“Nope. Just woke up that’s all. I’ve got a million things to do today.”

I lean against the wall in front of her and grin when she fusses with the end of her golden-red hair. There is something about that hair that just about makes me fucking wild. I’ve never seen that exact shade of red. My hand reaches out like I haven’t got the strength to resist and I tug at one of those pretty locks, slipping it through my fingers like raw silk.

She jumps and her face flushes beet red. She dances away from me again and this time I can’t stop my smirk. She’s hiding something from me and judging from the way her nipples are pushing at her thin dress and her cheeks are flushing, breath panting out, her tongue darting to slick along her bottom lip, she was thinking about me last night.

I tap my finger on my lip and grin. “You know, Beth. You’ve got a particularly guilty look on your face that I see sometimes when a client has impure thoughts. I think you had some dirty dreams last night, didn’t you, darlin’?”

“N-no!” She huffs. But her rainstorm eyes dart away from me and I grunt under my breath before I reach out and wrap my fingers around her soft, delicate jawline. I swear she stops breathing. Her eyes stay locked on the paint on her walls like it’s the prettiest, most amazing thing she’s ever seen.

And that tells me everything I need to know.

I move closer to her and my hand reaches out to grab her hips and pull her to me. She struggles but stills when my lips caress her ear, my breath warming it as I whisper, “what a little liar.”

She shivers and her eyes close. I run the fingers of one hand along the soft skin of her arm, my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth when I run my nose along her slender throat, breathing in the scent of her, soft and sweet like the most delicious candy.

“I think you want me to touch you, Beth. I think you want me to take you, claim you.”

She doesn’t do anything. Just sucks in a deep breath and lets it out shakily.

With an earth-shattering growl, I lift her into my arms and without even thinking she wraps her legs around my middle and I groan when I feel her warmth wrapped around me, pressed into my hips. I swear to God I can feel her pussy right there. Welcoming me, waiting for me to devour her whole.

Her arms wrap around me as I turn into the wall and we fall into it, grunting as we hit it. I block her in with my body and my hands come up alongside her face. I stare into her eyes, “I want you so much, Beth, my strawberry girl. I want your heart, your soul and every damn tiny little piece of you imprinted on all of me. Tell me that you want me, baby girl.”

I search her gorgeous, glittering dark eyes and lose myself in those shimmering depths. She bites her lip and the sight of those teeth sinking into her plush lower lip makes me growl and push my hips into her.

“Tell me,” I snarl and snap my hips into her, feeling her warm center right there, right where I need it most.

“I need you,” she pants, her voice short and choppy with hunger. “I need all of you.”

“That’s my girl,” I say, satisfaction coloring my voice as I dip my head and take her lips finally. She moans and grinds her pussy into my dick. The poor fucker swells until he’s jammed tight up against my fucking zipper.

But soon he’s gonna find a whole new place in her sweet pussy and if I know him, he’s gonna wanna stay there every damn second of the day, the horny bastard.

Her lips are soft and sweet and I just barely keep from jamming my tongue all the way down her throat when she groans and opens her mouth under mine.

But I keep my head…barely, and kiss her like she’s the most precious, beautiful, perfect thing in the world. Her soft lips moveagainst my lips and her tongue traces my lower lip. A red haze of lust comes up and I slam my hips into her belly, dipping my knees to push my dick as close to where he wants to go as I can get fully clothed. Her lips soften as I growl and my teeth close over her bottom lip gently, tugging and nipping.

My hands come down and I pull at the front of her sweater until I finally managed to pull it over her head and whip it behind us somewhere. My heart stalls as I get my first unimpeded view of her perfectly round breasts cradled in a navy bra that contrasts with her soft white skin dotted with little freckles that my tongue is dying to trace all the way down to her gyrating hips.

One quick tug pulls that apart and I trace a path down her slender throat as she tilts it back for my ravaging teeth. Licking and sucking, I taste her exploding on my tongue. Sweet and pure like a damn piece of candy, I lick her until she can’t help but grind up into me, her pale cheeks flushed a delicate peach.

My hand cups one of her peaks as she rotates on me. My head is swimming as I dip down and take one of the soft peach peaks in my mouth and nip it…hard. Laving her tip, I alternate between licking, sucking and nipping until her breast is scraped with red and her breath pants in my ear, huffing as she gasps again and again.

“Now….please, Cannon. I need you now.” In and out, we push together and I almost freeze when her tiny hand dips down and touches the front of my jeans, begging, “I need more. Give me more. I need it all. Please.”

With a savage grunt, I pick her up and head for the closed door in the hallway. Ripping it open, I toss her on the bed and grab my shirt, yanking it over my head, grunting, “naked. Now.”

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