Page 130 of Little Blue

She groans a little mewl like groan that nearly has me exploding in my pants. Bending my neck, I nip the place where shoulder and neck meet, reveling in the way she lets her head fall back against my chest. She never pulls from my touch, never shies away from me. Not anymore.

She’s mine. Wholly, completely, without restriction, stripped of reservation, mine.

I move between sucking and biting her neck as I pump my fingers into her heat, my palm teasing the button of her clit with every thrust. Shoving my hand up her shirt, I start to play with her little nipples. Pinching and pulling, tugging moans from the deep of her. I don’t stop until she’s clenching around me, wave after wave of her orgasm spilling onto my hand.

“Ilya,” she moans my name as I pull my hand from her pants, the other from her shirt. Then I push her down onto the floor. She lands on the plush carpet with a sexy little gasp.

I catch myself over her, grinding into her soft ass. As I ask, “Now that I’ve caught you, how should I punish you?”

“I thought you just did.”

“Oh no, that was a reward for a good chase.” I nip her shoulder.

She arches her ass into my groin.

I pull back on my knees behind her, one hand palming her sweet ass as I pop the button of my jeans with the other. Shoving down my zipper, I pull my dick free and give it a rough stroke.

Fucking hell. I’m wound up.

“I fucking love hunting you,” I grit through clenched teeth.

“I love when you catch me.” She pushes her ass back, grazing my sensitive tip.

I hiss in breath and lose control.

Yanking her pants down, I treat her to one hard slap before I palm her hips, and shove deep inside her. She lets out a little scream that calls the monster deep inside to the surface. Excitement hums in my blood as I fuck her raw and hard. The sound my dick makes as it slides into her wet heat, the slap of her soft ass into my groin as I plant myself balls deep again and again, the little screams and sexy cries she gives me—all of it sends me over the edge faster and harder than I expect.

“I’m going to come.”

“Not yet.” She pushes harder into me. My wild Little Blue.

“Fuck.” Wrapping my hand around to her front, I play with her clit. She’s so slick.

I fuck her harder, rougher. The moment I feel her clenching around me, my thrusts turn wild. Frantic. Harder.

She falls into the carpet, and I follow her. Thrusting into her again and again until I’m filling her pussy with my cum.

My heart is a wild beast in my chest as I work to slow my breathing, my semi hard dick still lodged inside her. Her face is turned to the side, and she’s gasping in breath as she lays still beneath me.

Then, she begins to laugh.

My lips quirk, unable to help myself when she gives me that sweet sound. “What’s so funny.”

“I’m going to run away from you at least once a week for the rest of my life.”

I’m silent for a moment, and then a laugh bursts from my chest.

Slowly, gently, I pull myself from her body. I fix my jeans and her pants, marveling at the need this woman sparks in me to possess her. It’s so intense sometimes, I can’t even take the time to undress her fully. I just need to be inside her—to be home.

Now that her pants are in place, she rolls onto her back in the carpet. Her lovely breaths are still heavy as they fall into the darkness. Suddenly, the need to see her is so strong, I’m shoving my hand into my pocket for the remote I swiped from the console table at the entrance.

Pressing a button, she gasps as a warm glow fills the space from the electric fireplace. Her eyes widen as they drift over the room, her lips parting, awe and wonder filling her gaze as she props herself on her elbows, her eyes devouring the room.

But my eyes are only for her.

They will be for her for the rest of my life.

All I do will be for her.

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