Page 9 of Claiming His Property

“Good question,” he chuckles.

“What, you don’t know?”

“I’ve never been to the gym.”

“And you’ve got these biceps?” I ask, playfully squeezing his giant arm.

“Hey, you do hard labor since you’re fourteen and you’ll get biceps like this too.”

“You sound like my daddy–” He scoops me up into his arms, pulls open the door to his truck, and tosses me inside.

I turn over to look just as he’s crawling in on top of me, and my heartrate instantly skyrockets as he lays himself down over me.

Yet again he presses his lips against mine, and yet again I let him take the lead. I have no idea what I’m doing, and he’s just so naturally dominant that it feels like the right thing to do.

I can smell his sweat from the day as he kisses me, and I inhale it deeply, imbedding the scent in my lungs where it belongs.

It’s like a cologne made just for me that takes the scale of my lust to a whole new level.

He slips a hand up my shirt and cups my breast, and I let out a moan as his rough, callused skin brushes across my nipple. He lifts my shirt, exposing me fully.

“I knew it,” he mutters.

“Knew what?”

“That you had perfect tits under there.”

I start to smile as he takes one of my nipples into his lips and sucks it, causing my back to arch up off the seat.

“Oh my God!” I cry out. Cade wastes no time.

He slides a hand down my pants, just as I fantasized moments ago, and presses two fingers against my clit.

An overwhelming sensation sucks the air from my lungs, along with my ability to speak. I reach out for stabilization and find a door handle and some kind of tool he has fastened to the wall of his truck.

Goosebumps break out all over my skin as he caresses my sex. My vision starts to blur as wave after wave of pleasure pulses from between my thighs. He massages me with the utmost skill and care. Men who work with their hands for a living know what to do with them.

Just like my daddy…

Wow, what am I thinking right now?

My hips sway into his movements, matching his rhythm. I feel the oncoming rise of my climax and begin gasping for air as I reach out and snatch a handful of his hair.

“Look at me,” I beg.

He does. And my orgasm rocks me.

His eyes are just so astounding. For such a rugged man, there’s such beauty there. He stares back at me and keeps pressure on my clit while I’m coming, then slowly lets me down just right like he can read my mind.

I moan and let go of his hair. I’m sure I was hurting him, but he’s too manly to say anything.

“You look like a cute little hamster when you’re coming,” he remarks, reaching down with his other hand to unbuckle his pants.

“Hamster!?” I squeal, embarrassed.

His cock, hard as a rod of rebar, spills out and lands between my thighs. I may know nothing about men, but I know a huge dick when I see one, and Cade is hung like a horse. He pulls my panties aside and presses the tip of his manhood against my slit and starts pushing.

But I pull back.

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