Page 57 of Connor's Claim

She was wet for me, her thighs coated in her arousal. I palmed my dick through my jeans, then leapt to my feet, wrenching at my clothes and uncaring if I tore them in my need to get them off me.

My dick sprang up and slapped my belly, leaking for her like she was for me. I palmed the rigid length and stroked myself, then knelt over her head and took my dick to her mouth.

My precum painted her lips, and my shiny ring piercing clinked on her teeth. Badly, I wanted to fuck her throat, but again, that could wait until she was conscious.

I shifted down her body until I knelt between her spread thighs, then fitted my dick to her pussy.

“In every way, you’re mine, Everly Makepeace.” I thrust halfway inside her tight channel.

My heart thumped so hard and my balls drew up, my body so primed for her this wasn’t going to last any time at all.

Probably better that she slept through it.

I gritted my teeth and continued with the words I needed to say. “I own ye now. Just as ye own me. I’ll defend your life with mine and give ye everything ye want. A home, my last name, the blood of anyone who hurts ye. I’ll fucking knock ye up, too. As many times as we want.”

I jacked my hips again until I bottomed out, my body against hers, and my arms shaking where I braced myself over her. Sweat broke out on my skin. The hard floor dug into my knees, but I felt nothing but her and how she squeezed around me.

A warning pulse of her body enjoying mine.

“Fuck, okay, sweetheart,” I muttered, clamping down on my need to go off like a piston and come inside her.

That flutter of her pussy told me she could orgasm from me fucking her like this. Which meant I needed to give that to her.

Pulling out, I dropped down to kiss her clit. Then I glided my tongue down the centre of her and back up, just to coat myself in her taste. So addictive. I settled on my elbows and opened her with my thumbs, taking a hard suck of her clit, running my teeth down it then sucking again.

Like that, I teased her, going hard then easing up, priming her body like she had mine merely by existing. Then I slid two fingers into her and crooked them to hit her G-spot.

Everly’s cunt squeezed me.

I humped the floor, getting some small relief from the growing need, but kept going, tormenting her, driving her wild, even if only one part of her was responding. When she fluttered again, I jumped up and sank my dick back into her with a low groan of desire and happiness.

Then, in front of the window that overlooked the city which had mistreated her, I let go of my restraint. Like a man possessed, I fucked her beautiful body, taking handfuls of her ample hips and ploughing into her over and over again.

“See this, Deadwater,” I yelled at the city outside the window. “Mine. She’s all fucking mine. Ye cannae have her back.”

Pressure built steadily inside me, my fever for her spiking when she squeezed me again, her internal walls needing me to stay inside her. To finish when she did. Or maybe before? What worked better for knocking a woman up? I lost track of the thought—she’d take my dick whenever she wanted so it was a moot point—and the first pang of my approaching climax struck me down.

“Fuck,” I gritted out. “Ye can’t hear me, but you’re taking me so well.”

Everly’s pussy clamped down on me right as my balls tightened. I came, emotion rocking me and my cum lashing inside her, her orgasm skyrocketing mine. This was what we needed. To stop dancing around the other. To take what was ours and find a way to make it work.

“You’ll remember that ye loved me once.” I breathed and held myself rigid over her and buried so deep, still pulsing. Still claiming. “This time, I won’t take no for an answer.”

I founda pillow for under her head. Paced the room. Each time I was hard again, I fucked her on the floor until we were a mess of cum and exhaustion.

When dawn came, I collected her and took her to our bed, apologising for the rough treatment. I’d kiss her pussy better in the morning.

After she was settled, I took her phone from her bag.

I could’ve used her biometrics to unlock it but took a guess at her passcode. “Six digits. If it’s my birthday, ye get a bonus orgasm when ye wake.”

I tapped in the date. The phone unlocked.

With a laugh of satisfaction, I opened her email and typed out a message to the mayor’s admin team. She was sick and taking the rest of the week off, and someone needed to redistribute her work.

A reply from some keen arsehole came in immediately, wishing her a speedy return to health and giving a promise to cover her in her absence. I snorted and tossed the phone back in the bag. Little did they know she wouldn’t be back. Not unless she wanted to return once for some reason of revenge, in which case I’d help her however she wanted.

A quick check of my phone gave me the thumbs-up from Marcus—the fake contraceptive pills were in his hands. All I needed to know. I arranged for them to be picked up then, making a note to remove some to match her pack, curled up around my lass to join her in sleep.

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