Page 3 of Only His

That thought makes me hot all over again and I move out to my bedroom to change. The wetness of my bottoms is unpleasant outside of the pool and I’m definitely not heading back to it right now.

My feet stop just inside the room as Mark’s tall length comes through my door. He’s easily six-two, maybe six-three compared to my much shorter five-two, but I love how it feels with him next to me. His huge body touching mine.

He clicks the lock into place and a shiver races through me.

“What are you doing in here? My parents…”

“Are in a lengthy discussion with the rest of your family on your father’s latest business merger,” he states, his eyes roaming over me as he moves further into my room, and I can’t help my reaction to it. My nipples tighten inside my top, poking at the thin material. “Come here, Gin. Don’t tell me you’re chickening out now after you’ve been doing your best to get me to break for the better part of last year, angel.”

“You knew?” I ask as my feet propel me towards him, unable to deny him anything.

“Not until you started sitting in your window seat in skimpy nothings when my light was on,” he returns, a smile on his lips as I reach him. “Why the hell do you think I left town for three months after Valentine’s and that striptease you did for me?”

“You didn’t have to leave. I wanted you to see me, to see me as more than just a little girl.”

“And risk your father calling the cops on me for fucking his not yet legal daughter? No way, angel. I fully intended to make you mine when that wasn’t a possibility, but you were far too tempting for me to stay and watch you from just across the yard.”

A smile forms on my lips as he pulls me up against him, grinding his hard cock against my belly. I swear this better not be a dream because if it is, I’m going to pull my hair out when I wake up.

“Why risk someone realizing what you were doing downstairs then?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck when he lifts me off my feet. My legs wrap around his waist, and I love the feel of his warmth against my pussy.

“Punishment for last night’s little scene,” he states, walking us to my bed before he drops me onto it. His hands grab my ankles, pulling me to the edge before ridding me of my shoes one by one.

“Youwerewatching. Were you the one that called me?” I add and he lets out a grunt I take as confirmation. The buttons on my dress pop open easily with his tug on it and I lift up when he pulls my bottoms down my hips.

“The only cock going into your pussy is going to be mine—unless I’m giving it to you,” he warns before undoing my top and stripping it from me as well, leaving me entirely naked in front of him. I should feel uncomfortable, exposed, something, but all I feel is need for him to join me.

“Where is it?” he adds, and I nod at the nightstand watching as he takes it out. My sight of it vanishes as he pulls his shirt off, letting me see his bare chest again, and I reach up, wanting to touch it. “If memory recalls, you had it just about here when I stopped you.”

My pussy clenches at the feel of it teasing my lips. “Yes.”

“Did you come to your bed and finish with it after that?” he asks me, letting the tip slide into me.

“No, I wasn’t in the mood after that because what I really wanted was you.”

“And you’re about to get me, angel. I’m going to take your virgin pussy right here in your little girl bed. I’m going to take it and claim it as mine and you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan at the feel of his body covering mine. The stupid pink ruffles of my bedspread my mother refuses to let me change chafe at my skin and god, it feels so good to know what I’m about to do.

The rubbery dildo has nothing on Mark’s hot thick rod. It’s heavier than the toy, thicker than it, and I let out a hiss at the searing pain that hits when he pushes into me. As wet as I am, as easy as he glides inside me, his thickness is overwhelming.

“Shh, you’ll adjust to it, angel,” he whispers against my ear, covering my mouth as he gives me a hard thrust.

My scream is muffled against it, a blip of white-hot pain overtaking for a minute, and I pant as it finally fades. My eyes glare at his smile and he gives me a soft kiss when he releases my mouth. “You did that on purpose.”

“I could have eased you up to it more, yes.”

“Then why didn’t you?” I ask, pouting a bit and his smile grows further.

“Because you’ve had my cock hard for far too long, angel. Had me fucking my hand until it was raw when all I wanted was you. The last week you’ve been a little tease, acting like a hungrylittle slut that was desperate for a cock instead of being my angel. You had that coming and you know it,” he counters, his fingers stroking my neck making me hotter.

“Another punishment?” I lift my brow at him, and his nod makes me smile a bit. “So, you use sex to punish bad girls?”

“No, I’ll use sex or sexual acts to punishyouwhen you don’t behave. Just you, Gin. I’ll turn you over my knee and spank your bare ass, then make you suck my cock, not giving you any pleasure when you’re really bad. I’ll make you silently come in front of others when you’ve pushed me too far, didn’t listen, to make sure you don’t do it again. I’ll give you pain to know you’ve been misbehaving, then pleasure when you’ve taken your punishment, so you remember what good girls get,” he adds and holy shit, my body is on fire with need.

“And what do I get right now?” I ask, rubbing my foot against his ass as he pushes me further into my bed.

“Fucked just like you’ve wanted, angel,” is my answer before his mouth claims mine while his cock claims me as his.

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