Page 38 of Stalked By the Linebacker

“Libby,” I warned. The innocence in every single one of her movements, every single sound she made naturally and completely uninhibited, only fed the monster. I was positive she had no clue how much she was showing me, how she sounded as her breathing changed and her hips ground against my cock. “Baby—“ I started to warn, but she cut me off.

“You’re big all over,” she shared when our gazes connected. Jesus fucking Christ! Her eyes. Those fucking eyes would be the end of me. There wouldn’t be a damn thing I wouldn’t do for her.

“We’ll fit,” I reassured her. I could see the whisper of apprehension. She was worried beneath the curiosity and desire.

I wasn’t a cocky son of a bitch.

I knew how big I was. But I also knew I’d fit perfectly in her cherry-tight pussy like I knew the sun would rise in the morning. I glanced toward the window. It was still dark out, but I knew by the time the sun rose, I’d have claimed every bit of her. There wouldn’t be an inch of her skin I hadn’t tasted.

“You sure, Libby?” I asked again. Everything inside of me yelled to shut up. To lift her pretty ass up and just take her. Claim and breed her. But I couldn’t be a savage.

Not like that.

Not with this.

“I take this cherry you saved for me, that’s it, baby. There is no one else for either of us.”

“You don’t have to say that.” Her hands rested on my shoulders, and I frowned.

“Say what?” I tried to calm the thing in me that was slowly getting pissed.

“I’m a sure thing here, Hector. I don’t need pretty words.” A deep growl, an almost animalistic sound, vibrated through my chest.

“You know me,” I clipped, breathing in deep, trying to keep myself in check. “You got to know me these last couple of weeks,” I reminded her, pressing my forehead against hers, pulling her in a little closer. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and those pretty little pink nipples bore into my skin and made me want to suck on them.

But I had to focus.

“You know I don’t say anything I don’t mean to carry out. I set my mind on it, that’s it.”

“And you want me?” She pulled back slightly, and my brow rose.

“Forever,” I rasped and felt her tremble. There were so many questions in her eyes, but despite them, I could see the trust she had in me. “There is no turning back after this. Not only are you stuck with me but with everyone in my life and everything that comes with it,” I tried to warn her, but in her sweet innocent way, she simply giggled. I felt the tension she’d been holding on to melt away.

“Forever is a long time,” she whispered. I leaned in and kissed her softly.

“It is, but at the same time it’s not. We will figure out how to get more than a lifetime later,” I whispered against her perfect mouth, and she sighed dreamily.

“Take my cherry, Hector. Please, baby. I’m yours,” she offered. My hands tightened on her flesh.

“Lift, mi vida,” I ordered carefully, and like the good girl she was, she did as I asked. My cock rose from where it had been nestled between her wet-as-fuck pussy lips. It sprung up between us, and I licked my lips at the sight of us. Her sex was so close to mine I could feel the sticky heat her cunt radiated.Claim. Now!The monster in me roared in my ears, but I kept a hold of my shit.

“Sink down slowly,” I instructed, tearing my eyes from where we were about to be connected up to her face. Her cute little tongue poked out while she concentrated on doing as she’d been told, and her eyes shut with what looked like pleasure and pain when I started to enter her. I strained to keep my gaze locked on her when she stopped mid-crown.

“Hector,” she whimpered with a shake of her head. “I don’t think I can do it.”

“Yes, you can,” I encouraged. My girl could do anything she wanted. “Stretch that pretty pussy around me.”

“Hector.” Her eyes opened. Our lips locked. And we kissed. Wet and hungry, slowly building the moment higher and higher while she rubbed her pussy against my tip. She was so fucking wet.Deliciously sloppy wet for me!

“Libby,” I groaned. Her mouth left mine. The little tease moved to my neck, leaving trails of heat and want in her wake. My little evil angel didn’t stop until she reached my earlobe.

“I can’t do it. Please. I need you to take over.” She didn’t have to ask me twice. I rolled us over, pinning her beneath me, her wrists above her head locked in with one of my hands. My eyes searched hers.

“You want this?”

“Yes,” she mewled.

“Tell me,” I pushed, needing to hear the words. Needing to know that she knew exactly what this would mean.

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