Page 30 of Claim Me Forever

I should head upstairs, but that is too far. I go into my office and kick the door shut before flipping the lock into place. It cuts off all the outside sound.

“Ace?” Libby’s got her fingers in the back waistband of my pants, holding on. “Oh gosh, is that a gun?”

I slowly pull her back down off my shoulder, allowing her soft body to brush against mine while keeping her snuggly close to me.

“Yeah, it’s a gun.”

“Right.” She drops her head back. “Are you mad at me?”

“I could never be mad at you. How many times do I have to tell you that?” Who could be mad at someone so damn perfect?

“Then, what? What did you mean out there?”

“I missed you.” I sink my fingers into her hair as I bring my mouth down onto her. I can’t resist her for another second. “He touched you,” I say between kisses. How did I go days without this?

“Who?” she tries to ask, but I keep on kissing her. I don’t want to take my mouth off her. Damn, I’ve missed her sweet honeysuckle taste. I’m addicted to it. Addicted to her.

I lift her by the ass, carrying her over to the desk to sit her down. “Tell me to stop.” I kiss down her neck and to the V of her shirt to get to her tits.

“Don’t stop,” she moans.

“My mark is gone.”

“Put it back.” Libby tilts her head in invitation. I lock my mouth on the same spot and suck. I still have hers on me. I wore that shit like a badge of honor. “I missed you, too,” she whispers. Her words are a balm to my soul. “Ace,” she moans out, making my dick ache.

“You wet, babe?” I'm dying to taste it. To lick her little peach clean.

"Yes.” She shifts, trying to get closer.

“You trying to rub your pussy on my dick?” Libby nods her head. I keep kissing her. “How bad do you need it?”

“Bad.” Again, another shy, needy whisper. I love how she blooms under my touch.

“I’m going to need more than that.”

Libby licks her lips. “I was missing you. I tried on my own to make the ache better.” I lift my head to meet her eyes. “To put my fingers there.” I closed my eyes and groan. “It didn’t work. I think it only works for you.”

Fuck me. How does this woman make me want to worship at her altar but also make me feel like a damn god?

“You want me to make you come, baby?”

“Please.” Her breaths come out in little puffs. Libby can’t keep her ass still.

“I want you to come on my face this time.”

“What? Okay, sure.” If I wasn’t turned on, I might laugh. Even though she doesn't understand what I'm saying, she still allows me to do it. Her having that blind trust in me only makes my cock harder. It shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, but fuck me, it does. I’ll get to show her everything. All of her firsts will be with me and only me. No one will ever know her in this way other than me.

I reach down and pull her sweater off. Libby's eyes widen, but she doesn't tell me to stop or cover herself either.

"You wore the bra I bought you?"

"I like it." I run my finger along the top, making goosebumps break out against her delicate skin. I can see her hard little buds poking through the fabric, begging for my mouth to be on them. One day I’ll make her come just sucking on them.

"You got the panties on too for me?"

"Yes."

"Show them to me," I order, still riding a razor’s edge. I should be softer with her, guide her, but Libby must like it because she goes for the button of her pants like a good girl, following orders.

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