Page 77 of Crave Me

She looks at me hesitantly before obeying, albeit reluctantly.

“On your knees.”

She pulls up her dress just enough that she can bend her knees as she sinks to the ground. Spreading her legs slightly, setting the coffee mug off to the side, and placing her palms face up. Fuck, she looks so fucking good like this. She’s so perfect for me. I walk up to her and run my hand over her cheek, caressing her soft skin with care and affection. My heart pumps rapidly in my chest at the sight of her.

“Such a good girl. You make me so happy.”

She looks up at me with her big, pretty blue eyes, with all the satisfaction in the world. She’s so damn perfect. I walk over to the chaise lounge and sit in the center, spreading my legs wide, my arm draped over the back. I palm my already hard cock with my other hand. He’s known who he belongs to longer than I have, the bastard already ready to get to work.

“Crawl to me, princess.”

She leans on all fours and saunters like a fucking cat in my direction, her eyes never leaving mine. Her hips sway side to side and the sight makes me go crazy. Knowing what it feels like to grasp those sexy hips and drive myself deep into her waiting heat is as heavy as a drug in its most addictive form. She comes to a stop when she’s right between my legs, sitting back on her heels and waiting, not saying a word, and never breaking eye contact. Even though she should be looking down in a more submissive position, I fucking die for this. It fully encompasses both sides of her. She’ll go to war with me every chance she gets, and melts to be submissive, but only so much. This is her way of reminding me. She’s perfect for me. No one else will do. She’s it. She’s my endgame.

Fuck.

The realization hits me with force.

I’m in love with her. I don’t know how it happened so fast, but I know what it is. I’m fucking done for over this woman.

I love her.

I look down at her, still waiting, and suddenly I just want to be inside her. All games and kink aside. I reach for her, hauling her up and into my lap. She adapts quickly, straddling my thighs as I hike her dress up to her waist, grabbing the thin string of her panties and pushing them to the side. Her core is already weeping for me. We’re a frantic mess of hands as she reaches for my belt, unbuckling it and opening my pants, pulling my cock free, and running her palm up my piercings. Groaning, she lifts with me, lining up my cock and sinking down until she’s flush with me. I grab her around the neck and pull her face to me so that her forehead rests on my own. We both moan quietly as we start to move.

Fuck, I love this woman.I love her.

I thrust up into her as she rocks back and forth, dragging her sensitive little clit on my pelvis, chasing her pleasure. The soft strands of her wavy hair thread through my fingers as I grab her, sealing my mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, trying my best to consume her in the same way she’s done to me. She’s a part of me now, and fuck if I’ll stop before she feels the same.

Every year during the first week of February, my brothers and I go on a trip, just us. It started when we were younger, Liam and Carter were only little kids. Our dad would pack us up, leaving my mom and Kinsey at home to have girl time, and bring us up to Mount Baker. It’s half a day’s drive with stops, so we leaveearly to get up there and get settled. With plans to check in on Blaire and get inside her one more time before I don’t see her for nearly three days, I leave my house hours before I’m due to meet everyone at the distillery and head downtown to Blaire’s studio.

It’s around two in the morning when I fit the spare key into Blaire’s locked studio apartment door, my nerves in my fucking throat.

Before the door is even open completely, I can hear her whimpers. I rush through the open room in several long strides. She’s sprawled out on her futon, tangled in a mess of blankets, her body tossing and turning, fighting the demons that can no longer physically hurt her. I know she’s not fully asleep, always hovering in a state of semi-awake due to the past that haunts her. Fuck, maybe this will help her work through it. She’ll know it’s me. I know she asked for something like this, but she’s already dreaming, and I don’t want her to get the two confused. But I’m positive she’ll know it’s me, she has to. I speak to a part of her that even she barely understands. I’m going to give her a new memory, one to replace the nightmares. This will work. It has to.

I touch the edge of the blankets and pull them back slowly, exposing her body. She jerks slightly but doesn’t make a single sound. Her smooth porcelain skin nearly glows in the moonlight, and with my cock already hardening behind my sweatpants, I drag my fingertips over her warm legs. Goosebumps scatter across her skin as my touch trails over her. I slip into bed behind her, and she startles, waking up, her little gasp and flail causing me physical pain. When she opens her heavy eyes, I see tears leaking from the corners and I nearly break.

“It’s me, princess. I’ll never hurt you.”I love you.

I run my hand up her stomach, grabbing her breast and pulling her back flush against me. I’m rough with her, massagingher tit and twisting her nipple before releasing it and dragging my hand back down her body. Running my fingers along the trim of her panties, I hook my fingers into them and yank hard, pulling them until they give, ripping them from her body. She yelps but then relaxes her ass into my crotch. That’s my good girl. You know you’re safe with me.

“You’re safe now, baby girl, I’m going to take care of you.”

She moans as I push her onto her back, tucking her under me. I shove my sweatpants down to my thighs before rolling on top of her, pulling her legs up under my arms. My cock finds its home at her entrance and I prod at her, slowly working into her until her pussy becomes slick around me, easing its way in. I hold her legs up, pulling her out wide and keeping her open for me as I start to thrust in and out of her, hard, grinding my pelvis against her with every stroke. She’s so tight, even with how slick she is, it’s difficult to pull out and push back in. She’s heaven, gripping my dick like it was built just for me.

“Shit, I love your pussy. I want to be inside this sweet thing every damn day, baby.”

“Dallas, you feel so good inside me. You make me feel so good, I’ve never felt good before.” Her voice cracks and breaks as she speaks. I stop moving, staying deep inside her, and release her legs so that I can hold her pretty face between my palms. I can feel the wet tears slowly dripping down the side of her head. Goddamn it, I love her so fucking much.

“I always want to make you feel good, I’ve got you. You’re safe,” I utter softly. With her head cradled in my hands, I kiss her slowly and passionately as I start to move inside her. For the first time in my life, I let go of my need for control. I don’t fuck her, hell, I don’t even have sex with her. I make love to her, completely lost in the deep connection and intense closeness between us. Her hands drag slowly down my back, pulling me into her as she wraps her legs around my waist. I hold every partof her as close to me as possible, kissing her, and feeling her skin on mine. Every moment before this one has been completely different, both in intent and intensity.Nothingcan compare to this right now.

I swallow her breaths, her moans, both of us trying to breathe through our noses so we don’t sever the connection. I want all of her, and while every part of us is touching and combined, we’re still not close enough. The base of my spine starts to tingle, my balls drawing up close to my body, my orgasm on the brink of ecstasy.

“Blaire, I’m so close, I want you to come with me. Come with me, princess.”

“I’m right there, baby, don’t stop.” And it’s the baby that does me in. Unable to hold back, I thrust deep into her, my cock thickening, and right before I come, I feel her walls flutter around me, sucking me in, as her body trembles under me. My cock jerks inside her as we come in unison, our mouths crashing back together until the pleasure ebbs.

I pull back slightly, resting my forehead against hers. “Fuck, I will never stop craving you. You’re an addiction I never want to shake.”

She doesn’t reply with words, but rather runs her fingers from my temples down my cheeks, scratching lightly over my short beard and then pulling me back down to kiss me. It ignites us both and we spend the next hour repeating something entirely new to both of us.

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