Page 11 of Mine to Keep

She understood how much restraint he had to exercise to not just tear into her, with her wet pussy, still soft and warm from her orgasm, rubbing against him, but he held back, running his hands over her face and chest while talking to her. He told her how beautiful she was and how much he admired and cared about her. After a moment, she relaxed beneath him and began to respond to the soft sweeps of his hand over her body, arching into his palms as they grazed her breasts and belly.

When her breathing began to pick up and her hips rocked invitingly against his, he finally reached down between them and placed the head of his cock at her entrance. She tossed her head back against the pillow and moaned, welcoming the feel of his length as he began to enter her. She tilted her hips in welcome, her body knowing to crave him. She frowned in discomfort when a small pinch of pain hit her, as unused muscles stretched to accommodate his thickness. She breathed through it though, reaching her arms around his shoulders and holding him to her as he continued to push into her silken warmth. She knew what it was costing him.

Robert was not a gentle man. He didn’t have to say the words or give her a resume. She knew what type of people Robert and Jay spent time with. They would be lethal, with backgrounds as black as any of theirs, but the ones that were close to the family had good hearts. Robert was a man with death in his past. Yet he was holding back the savage so he wouldn’t hurt her.

It was this incredible sensitivity that captured her heart. She reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck and dug her heels into his ass, lifting her hips. She shoved herself onto his cock, impaling herself completely. She gasped as she was filled up to the hilt, feeling both the shock of pain and the intense bite pleasure. The merging of the two sensations made her dizzy. She gritted her teeth in ecstasy, digging her fingernails into the back of Robert’s neck and tossing her head back into the pillow.

“Fuck!” he bellowed. “Veronica!”

“Yes, yes! Robert!” she gasped, her vagina spasming around his cock, trying to adjust to his size.

“Feel so fucking good,” he snarled, his grip turning brutal as he adjusted her in his arms. She squirmed against him. “Don’t think I’m going to last long.”

She arched against him, urging him on. He didn’t need a second request. He began moving his hips, working his cock out of her virginal-like tightness and then back in. She moved with him, immediately missing him when he wasn’t filling her up. She moaned and clung as he pumped, plunging in and out of her. She knew she was being wanton and wild, but she couldn’t stop herself. She wanted to control herself. Maybe be a little sexier her first time with this incredible man, but she had so little real-life experience and she was so damn turned on!

Then she felt it again! That amazing build up like before. Only this time it was even better. It was coming from on top and inside. Like she was on fire from all the friction, but there was this delicious pressure. She’d never experienced anything like it. It was crazy and scary and she didn’t know if she was going to survive. Only she definitely wasn’t going to live without it. Not for one single second.

“You going to come again, sweetheart?” he groaned in her ear, staring down at her face, his expression one of pained awe.

She couldn’t speak, so caught up in the moment so she just clung to Robert, tossing her head back and forth in wild abandon. She climbed higher and higher toward the precious peak, rocking her hips in time with his thrusts and digging her fingers deeper into his skin, knowing he could take whatever she dished out.

“Answer,” he demanded hoarsely, “Or I take it away!”

Her eyes jerked to his, shocked. Yet, the heat of her pleasure jumped even higher as a whimper broke from between her lips. “Yes!” she hissed at him, narrowing her eyes in a glare.

“Good girl,” he said roughly, slamming his hips against hers, angling them so his thrusts hit her just right. She screamed her pleasure as she flew off the edge of her orgasm. Her cries grew louder when his cock flared within her, his own orgasm following closely behind hers, forced into action by the strangling pressure of her pussy as she bore down on him.

He leaned down and swallowed her screams as he pumped her full of hot semen, thrusting until he spent everything he had. He jerked her into his arms and rolled, forcing her to remain in his embrace while he collapsed on the bed beside her. She fell on top of him, her face pressed into his shoulder.

Her breathing rushed across his skin for a moment. He wanted to ask if she was okay. If she was sore or if she needed anything. Before he could, Veronica’s breaths grew even and her exhausted body slumped heavily into his side. She instantly fell asleep in his arms, trusting him to protect her. He pressed a kiss against her forehead and reached around to a tuck a blanket over her. He lay that way for a long time, staring into the darkness, protecting and watching over this remarkable woman. His remarkable woman, he amended. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

She was his to keep. His to love.

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