Page 92 of Where We Call Home

The arousal was almost too much. I closed my eyes, and little white stars burst behind my eyelids. It was euphoric in a way I’d never experienced. Theo broke me, snapping a thread I’d been keeping taught.

“Stand up. Now,” I growled, wanting to pick her up by those slutty pigtails.

“So soon?” she cooed, sitting back on her heels and batting her eyes at me.

“Theo. Up.” The words came out short and to the point; elaboration was unnecessary.

I was ready to fuck.

If this was her goal, to make me lose my shit, she won.

Theo stood on command like a good girl, arms crossed behind her. I took my cock in my hand, stroking it as I stared at her swollen mouth, saliva dripping on her chin.

I used my finger to beckon her closer, and she stepped towards me without hesitation. My hand reached out and wiped the dribble with my thumb.

“Dirty, girl,” I purred. “Get undressed.”

Theo obeyed. In seconds, she was naked in front of me for the second time, and it was a sight I’d never get used to.

I pulled the shirt over my head and bent down, dipping my hand in paint. Slow and full of anticipation, I stalked to her, but she didn’t budge. I took her breast in my palm and pinched her hard peak, the paint leaving a handprint over her breast

“This is mine,” I said.

Doing the same to the next breast.

“And this.”

I circled her, like a hawk with its prey. Bringing my hand back, I slapped it against her ass. There was a loud crack, and Theo winced. Another hand print left behind. With every touch, I was marking her, marking my territory so she’d hopefully get the hint that this was all mine. Every inch of woman that stood in front of me.

I stepped up behind her, my breath tickling her ear.

“Hands on the wall, Honey. Now.”

My voice was commanding, not going to take no for an answer. Luckily for me, there was little protest. Theo walked towards the wall and placed both hands in the wet paint.

“Like this?” She asked, giving me a glance over her shoulder.

“Just like that,” I praised. Moving closer with deliberate steps, I kicked each of her feet wider so I could see her dripping pussy on display. “When it dries, I’ll be able to see those hands whenever I step foot in this room and remember exactly what I’m about to do to you.”

Spreading her, I bent down and spit between her legs. Not that she needed it; this woman was soaked for me. Theo whimpered when my warm saliva hit her exposed skin.

I slapped her ass again, this time the other cheek and watched it recoil. Holy,fuck.

Taking a moment, I admired her beauty. The curve of her ass, those pigtails draped down her back, and the paint I’d place on her skin.

“I want you to keep these legs spread for me, okay?” I asked, stepping up closer behind her, lining my cock at her entrance. Theo wiggled her ass, begging for me.

With my cock in my hand, I rubbed it along her entrance, teasing her. I was ready to plunge into her heat, feel her clench against my shaft as she let loose.

I’d thought about this endlessly over the past few weeks. My body ached for her since the first taste, but the gentleman in me had kept those desires in check—barely. Now, knowing she’d let me cherish her again, I was never going to hold back.

I was completely lost in Theo—the curve of her smile, the depths of her hazel eyes, the irresistible pull that seemed to draw me closer with every breath. She didn’t know it yet, but she was stuck with me. Forever.

I pushed into her with no warming up this time. She’d take all of me like I knew she could.

Slamming into her tight heat, I pumped over and over as our bodies connected. She was slick with need, my cock sliding effortlessly in and out as she moaned my name.

“You’re mine, Theo.” I bent to whisper into her ear, not letting up on my thrusts. “You have me.”

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