Page 50 of Claiming Veronica

Eli

Natasha had told me that company was coming for dinner soon, which meant it was time to wake my little angel from her nap. Security footage showed me that the house was settled and quiet, with Maxim and Pike out shopping and Reed still napping.

Slipping into Veronica’s bedroom, I locked the door and made my way over to her bedside. She’d pulled the comforter over herself, and I peeled it off gingerly, my nerve endings tingling as I saw she was in her bra and panties. She made a little moue, but didn’t wake with the draft. Good. I cut her panties off, careful not to cut her.

Quickly I shed my clothes and settled on the edge of the bed, bending my face against her bare pussy and giving it a slow, steady lick.Veronica shifted her legs, widening them enough so I could position them and settle there. Already, her nipples peaked under her bra, and moisture coated my tongue. I pumped my tongue into her, fucking her with it. God, she was drenched already. Was my greedy girl dreaming naughty things? I eased my tongue around her clit, rimming it, sucking it into my mouth until it plumped.

Then I slowly positioned my cock at her entrance and slid in the tip, rubbing her folds gently. She lay still, her face working in her dreams, her one leg kicking a little, but her cunt was sopping wet as I worked, so I knew she liked it. Moving another inch in, I settled and stilled, letting the heat soak over me. I worked back and forth just those few inches, not allowing myself anymore.

There would never be another woman for me besides Veronica. She was my home. I pulled the cups of her bra down gently and bent over, and sucked in one of her nipples, drawing each one into a little peak, flexing my hips slowly. Easing another bit of my cock inside of her, I continued my process, rubbing her clit slowly as I pumped ever so gently back and forth, letting her juices coat my hand. Raising my fingers to her mouth, I painted her lips with them.

“What a good girl,” I whispered, settling in deeper. I was almost fully seated now, and my dirty angel was still sound asleep. I wondered if I could come in her without her knowing.

“You’re dreaming such naughty dreams,” I groaned to her as I spread her thighs, my balls throbbing. They were so full, and I was ready to blow. Just a few more minutes, and I thought as I worked myself inside her wet heat.

“My little fuck doll. I’m going to fill you with my cum.” I was barely whispering, guttural and low.

Pushing in all the way now, I could hear how wet she was. My balls slapped against her ass as I slowly eased in and out. Fucking hell, was I sick that I loved this? I came hard, jetting into her, letting her sheath milk me as I pumped into her. The desire to slump over her was strong, but instead, I pulled out and crouched between her thighs to look at her pretty cunt, pink and swollen, with my cum spilling out between her folds onto the sheets.

Scooping it up, I spread it back onto my dick and stroked myself, collapsing beside her for a minute. The lubrication and the fact that she still lay there, restless and aroused, made me hard within minutes. I wanted her all over again. Her eyes had started to flutter restlessly.

Placingmy fingers in her cunt I pumped them into her lazily, grinding my palm against her clit. Bending to tongue one of the nipples, I licked around the pink bud and its pink areola, biting it lightly. She came awake in a blaze, her hips canting up as she came, her eyes glowing, her chest flushed rosy.

“What were you dreaming about?” I asked her, licking my fingers. “Were you being a bad girl?” She looked confused for a minute and then nodded eagerly, looking over at my cock and the way it glistened.

“Very bad,” she agreed.

“Roll over on that pillow.” She did as I asked, pushing her ass towards me until I ran my hand over one cheek. I spanked her experimentally; a red mark rose in response, and she startled a little.

“Eyes front.”

“Did you do the thing while I was sleeping?” She wiggled a little bit on the pillow, earning her another smack on the opposite cheek, making my cock jump.

“I sure did. Does that turn you on? I fucked you, and you didn’t even wake up. I came in that glorious cunt of yours.” She shook her head vigorously. “You’ve been very bad.”

I notched myself at her entrance and dragged myself through the wetness there. Fuck, yeah. Just how I liked her — gushing. Pushing back and forth, I ignored her protests as I played, letting the head of my cock engage and disengage, then push against her cheeks close enough to her tiny rosebud for her to get nervous.

“One day, I will get you a little plug and put it right here.” I dragged a well-lubed finger around her tiny hole. “You’ll like it.”

“I won’t.” She earned another smack for that, right on top of one of the other ones making her wiggle against my cock.

“Yes, you will, little liar. You’ll be wet as a fucking dream. My cock will feel nice and tight, and you’ll cum so hard you’ll see stars,” I promised, teasing the tiny hole as I thrust my cock into her. “Rub your clit baby.”

I fucked her hard, the sight of the marks making me more turned on than I expected. Inserting the edge of my thumb against her, I pounded until she cried out, and I felt her pulse around me. God, I could lose myself here and be happy. The second orgasm swept over me, making it hard for me not to put my weight on her as I came.

Flopping onto my back, I pulled her next to me. “You know what?”

“What?”

“You’re mine. I’m never giving you back.”

I closed my eyes, breathing heavily, laying a hand over her pussy and the mess we’d made. Every time I took her, I wanted to mark her all over again.

“I’m glad, Eli,” she said softly. “I want to be yours.”

The kitchen was somehow packed with people, louder than ever, and the anxiety that I typically felt in social situations was at a dull roar, all because Veronica was tucked at my side, chatting easily with her friends and odd-ass relatives. I nodded at the appropriate times and tried to keep up with the conversation, but everything seemed dulled by her and my feelings that had crept so far up my throat that I’d say I was choking …

However, choking implied drowning, which implied bad things and bad memories. Veronica was all good things. I leaned over and kissed the top of her head, nuzzling for a second into the scent she carried: flowers and goodness. She twined her fingers around mine, and I hummedcontentedly, ignoring the looks that her cousins were sending my way.

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