Page 24 of Claiming Sarah

MINE

ZAIDEN

Icannot fucking wait to shove my cock inside of her. It’s a throbbing ache in my pants, and I pick Sarah up in my arms, stepping over the threshold. She doesn’t fight me, cheeks stained red. Good. All the better, she’s not under the effects of drugs, allowing me to trust her body’s reactions.

My feet kick the door closed, and I march up the stairs, aiming straight for Sarah’s bedroom, throwing her on the bed as soon as I’m within touching distance. She bounces, staring at me wide-eyed. I turn to close her bedroom door, locking it for good measure. I’m claiming her, now!

Impatient fingers tug my shirt off, and I hear a gasp. I don’t turn around, knowing she’s tracking all of my scars. I couldn’t care less about them. They’re old and mostly made by my hand.

Kicking my boots off, my hands are tugging at my pants, shoving them down my legs until I’m standing naked in Sarah’s bedroom. Turning, I watch her eyes lock on my hard cock. Her mouth drops open, but that won’t do. She’s still overdressed.

She can admire me later, after I’ve put my cock inside of her, emptying my seed into her pussy. I grin, knowing full well my woman isn’t on birth control, patiently waiting for menopause to hit, but it hasn’t yet, and I can already see her belly swelling with my child.

“Dayton, maybe we should talk?—”

“No,” I snap, scowling. “No more talking. More doing. Now, are you going to take your clothes off, or will I?” My hands gesture at her scrubs. She gives me a defiant look, eliciting pre-cum to bead on the tip of my cock. Oh, she’s going to fight this. Good. I like her, both docile and feisty, the best of both worlds.

“Have it your way.” That’s the only warning she gets before I pounce on her. She twists and writhes beneath me, but I don’t miss her dilated pupils, beaded nipples poking through her shirt. She wants this.

My hands pin her arms above her head, and she moans when I shove a hand back down her pants, hips rising off the bed.

“That’s it,” I croon, sliding a finger along her wet slit. With fascination, I watch the fight drain from her, hips lifting to meet my touch.

“These clothes are coming off. Do you understand?” She nods between moans. Such a good girl. She just needs reminding every now and then of how good I can make it. I wish she’d simply teach me instead of having to fumble my way through it, but I must be doing something right. I’ve made her body seize three times now.

Now, it’s time to claim my girl.

SARAH

Pleasure tightens my nipples and wets Dayton’s fingers between my thighs. I don’t know what it is about his touch, but he brings me to the edge so easily it’s criminal. I’m already coasting closer when he removes his hand and grips my waistband with both of his hands, yanking them down my thighs.

I lift my hips to help, and he tosses them to the floor before shoving up my shirt. I lean up and raise my arms, letting him remove my top and bra, laying back down, bared to him. He eyes me hungrily, taking all of me in. His tongue licks his lips, and I’m almost certain he’s going to dive back between my legs, but he shakes his head as if dislodging the thought.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Sarah,” he croaks, bringing a hand to stroke his hard length. My eyes follow the movement, staring at the tattoo above it. Snakes twist and twine above his cock with the head of two positioned on opposite sides, fangs bared like they’re going to bite it off.Who the fuck gets a tattoo like that?

That train of thought gets interrupted when Dayton leans down, bracing both arms on either side of me. We stare into each other's eyes, blue to green.

“Spread your legs for me,” he orders, eyes never leaving mine. I obey, fighting a whimper when he lowers his hips, cock teasing me.

“Dayton,” I gasp, arching up. His smile is wicked. A hand comes up to cup my nape, and the other lifts my thigh higher, baring my pussy to him.

“Here we go, Sarah. It’s you and me from here on out,” he warns, tracing his lips over mine. I moan at the first brush of his cock against my opening.

“Yes, please, Dayton,” I whimper, lifting my hips to help ease him inside of me. He shudders and thrusts forward,giving me an inch. My nails bite into his back. It feels so good. I need more.

“More, please.” He nods, swallowing audibly, pushing more of his cock into me. I shove at his chest, and he hisses, releasing my thigh. I wrap both legs around his waist and he groans, sinking in all the way.

“Fuck, Sarah. That feels too good.” His forehead rests on mine.

“Fuck me, Dayton,” I moan, shifting beneath him. Eyes closed, he retreats, slamming back in, knocking the air from me.

“Yes,” I cry out, tightening my entire body around him, keeping him close. When the fuck was the last time I had sex, or was it this good? If I did, I can’t remember, losing myself in the rapid thrusts of Dayton’s cock.

He takes his time with each retreat but makes hard thrusts inside of me. His eyes remain closed, savoring our connection, and if I had doubts about his virginity, the pure bliss on his face erases them.

My nails drag down to his taut ass, and I dig in, forcing him to fuck me harder. Hissing, he loses restraint, hips slamming into me until my walls are fluttering around his thick cock. His bare chest brushes my nipples on each glide, and I’m shoved over the edge, screaming his name, pussy clenching around his cock.

“Sarah!” he shouts, thrusts stuttering before I feel his cock jerking inside me, spilling his seed. Fuck. We didn’t use protection, but he doesn’t stop dragging his cock in and out of me, hardening with each thrust and retreat.

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