Page 45 of Claim Me

Indigo doesn’t know how to explain his feelings. Hell, he might not even knowwhyhe feels this way.

I gently rest his impressive cock against his thigh and crawl up to his lips.

“Do you want to stop?”

Indigo scowls at me. “You just had my cock in your hand. Did it seem like I wanted to stop?”

Snickering at his meaning, I glance at his dick and shake my head. “But you asked me to stop.”

“I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

My gaze returns to his, finding him still frowning at me. His golden eyes feel electric when he’s pissed. Right now, they’re mostly annoyed.

“How come?”

“I want to marry you. That blowjob shit feels like what a man does with a whore.”

“Oh, sweet summer child,” I say, stroking his furrowed brow. “If you don’t think my mom sucks off my dad, you truly are living in a Puritan dream world.”

“Don’t talk about them like that.”

I sit up on my knees and laugh at how we’re naked in my bed, smelling of sex and lust, yet he’s over here trying to prissy up our afternoon delight.

“Indigo, it’s not thetypeof fucking that makes something cheap. It’s the person you’re fucking that makes something good or not. I wouldn’t be sucking a stranger’s dick. I’m only interested in you. Blowjobs can’t cheapen what we’re building.”

Staring at me, Indigo doesn’t want to budge from his prudish stance on blowjobs. He’s spent years at the clubhouse watching women kneel for a quick suck with a guy whose name she didn’t know. In his mind, a good woman doesn’t want jizz in her mouth.

I drop back onto the bed and smile at Indigo. “I want you inside me.”

Indigo doesn’t move at first. He watches me in that overly intense way he gets when he tries to intimidate someone. Suddenly, his unflinching gaze turns off. Indigo wears a smile while he rolls over to kiss me.

My hands sink into his soft hair as he sucks at my throat and his erection nudges my thigh. Indigo makes my body crazy. I can’t see past this man.

Indigo admires my breasts before cupping them softly and sucking at my hard nipples. My pussy aches, and I nearly reach for my clit. Instead, I force myself to remain limp and compliant. Indigo needs to show me what he likes.

His tongue circles my nipple before he kisses the hard flesh. He’s so gentle yet completely in control. As he sucks at my nipples, making me squirm and sigh, he slides his free hand between my thighs. As soon as his finger grazes my clit, I buck my hips and whimper.

Indigo doesn’t hesitate despite me sounding in pain. His thumb makes sexy circles around my clit, luring me closer to my orgasm.

I need to touch Indigo. My fingers are in his hair, exploring his neck, caressing his back and shoulders. I want him inside me, even if what he’s doing with his tongue and fingers feels delicious.

The pleasure builds and builds until I feel like I’m teetering on the top of a fucking mountain. When the orgasm hits, I topple over the edge and into a freefall. I feel weightless and out of control. My mind goes blank. I can’t see past the pleasure. No way have I come this hard in my life.

I stare at Indigo in awe, too dumbstruck to form words. I watch him settle on his knees between my splayed legs. Indigo’s gaze is soft, curious, and admiring. He looks at my body and seems at peace. Even with his raging erection, Indigo doesn’t hurry to fill me.

His cock slides slowly inside my pussy, marking me. Propped over my body, he exhales full of relief at the feel of my hot flesh wrapped around his cock. When I slide my thumb across his lips, he kisses it. Indigo’s gaze holds mine as he moves slowly, taking me deeply. Once he finds his rhythm, I lift my hips at the same pace.

My fingers caress his shoulders, enjoying how his muscles flex. His golden skin shines in the late afternoon sun. Indigo is stripped bare for me right now. He can’t hide, and I love everything I see.

INDIGO

Wearing only an apron, Siobhan cooks us buttered noodles while a country song plays on her phone. I don’t walk around naked like she does. Paranoid the girls will show up unexpectedly, I slide on my boxers and jeans.

My dick feels fantastic. I’m starting to understand why guys like Golden get so hung up on fucking.

I leave my seat at the kitchen table and join Siobhan. Sliding my hands into her apron, I rest them on her belly. Siobhan turns her head and our lips meet. She smiles as the kiss ends.

We sit at the kitchen table and eat pasta. Siobhan talks about the girls’ struggles with first grade. I mention the kids I spent time with in the hills. When she suggests we bring them along to Hudson’s upcoming birthday party, I plant an appreciative kiss on her smiling lips.

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