Page 50 of Claiming What Is Mine

“I want to lick it off you,” she says, glancing at the can of instant topping in my hand.

“Are you being serious?”

Meredith nods, in the dirtiest, let me prove what a good girl I can be, way.

So. Turned. On.

I shake the can and spray the creamy concoction on the tip of my dick. She goes to work, licking and sucking away at me like I’ve got the world’s best lollipop. All while staring up at me with that same sexy look. I don’t mean to, but the feeling of what she’s doing is so intense, I close my eyes and push forward, forcing myself deeper in her mouth.

Meredith’s head bobs up and down, her lips tight around my shaft, as she deposits a heavy layer of saliva. As if the feeling wasn’t intense already, for her next trick she slides her head back, leaving only my tip between her lips, and begins slowly stroking me with her hand.

“Oh my God, babe,” I mutter, trying not to lose my balance as my legs begin to quiver.

If she keeps this up, I won’t last. And while this is, without question, the hottest blowjob I’ve ever received in my life, it’s not what I am craving. I want her. I need to feel her come on top of me. I force myself to be strong, to summon the courage to take control of the situation.

Think awful thoughts. Baseball. Poison Ivy.Grandma.

There we go…

“Whoa. Hang on a sec.” I place my hand on Meredith’s.

“Does it not feel good?” she asks, wiping a string of saliva from her mouth, as she holds my rigid staff in her hand.

“Oh, it feels good. Shit, it feels amazing. But I want more.” I help her up and hand her the can of instant whip.

“Where are we going?” Meredith asks, confused by the interruption.

“Bedroom,” I growl, turning her toward the stairs and smacking her ass along the way.

When we reach my room, Meredith stretches across the bed face down.

Perfect.

I crawl on top of her and pull her hair to the side, exposing her neck so I can plant kisses from the back of her shoulder up to her ear lobe. Each quick gasp of approval spurs me on. “Mer. I need to feel you.” I lift her hips and shove the fabric of her skirt out of my way. This woman is mine and I want her. Now. I stand, tearing at my jeans and kicking them off with my feet. I tug my shirt over my head and throw it across the room as I retake my place behind her. Her ass is in the air, exposed and begging me to devour it. Happy to oblige.

“Are you ready?” I whisper.

Meredith stares back at me with the same hungry look from before, and I have my answer. I pull her panties to the side, lick my thumb and press it to her slit, lightly rubbing up and down the edge of her lips. I reach over her hip and find her button with my finger. Meredith’s head thrusts back and she cries my name as I enter her. She is velvety warm and tight and wet. Fuck, she is so wet. One hand is on her hip pulling her back against me as I slowly push forward; the other focuses on rubbing and circling her nub. Each sound she makes guides me like a compass to the places that please her.

Meredith squeezes her breast through her shirt. “Harder,” she demands. “Fuck me harder.”

Your wish is my command.

I slam myself into her and her ass slaps against my hips.

“Yes. Fuck. That’s it,” she screams.

I bring both hands to her hips, pulling her to me in time with each thrust.

“Take me. Use me. Yeah, just like that.” Meredith brings her hand to her pussy as her first orgasm consumes her.

I’ve never seen her like this. She’s feral and demanding, and I fucking love it. I slap my hand across her ass. “You want it rough?”

She looks back. “Yes, Gabe. Oh my God.” She moans and it fills the room. “Yes.”

Who is this woman?

I slide out of her, flip her onto her back, and pull her panties out of my damned way so I can bury my face in her pussy. I slide a hand under her shirt to massage her breast. I lick and suck and she wraps her legs over my shoulders, squeezing her thighs against my head as another orgasm takes hold.

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