Page 19 of Mine to Keep

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Later that nightRobert showed her exactly how much he enjoyed a good chase when Veronica decided to wear her new leather jacket, a pair of black panties and nothing else. When he demanded she relinquish the coat, she refused and took off running. He had a foot of height on her, but Veronica had been running for years, so she wasn’t easily caught. She ran through his massive home, laughing hysterically when he hit the bottom of the stairs and tripped over his own feet because he was too busy watching the curve of her ass.

“You’re going to pay for that, woman!” he growled, righting himself.

“You’ll have to catch me first!” she shrieked rounding the kitchen island and facing off with him as he stalked toward her.

Her heart beat with adrenaline and anticipation. He looked so incredibly yummy as he strode toward her, sexual heat radiating from every line of his body. His dark brown-grey hair was wildly mussed and wet from the shower they just had. His strong jaw was hair roughened and his rugged, handsome features were set in sexy, granite lines that made her heart flutter every time she looked at him. He wore only a pair of dark blue jeans that he’d pulled on with the belt still hanging open. She really did just want to fling herself at him and lick him all over.

“I’m giving you one chance to get your ass over here, Veronica, if you don’t want me to beat that gorgeous bottom until it’s glowing pink,” he growled stalking her around the island.

“Oooh,” she moaned, her eyes glazing over a little as she pictured how he was going to carry out his threat. His eyes darkened in response and he lunged toward her. She flitted around the island, away from his long reach. Thank goodness for her, it was a huge island in a very large kitchen. Even if it did have ‘other woman’ cooties in it. “What incentive do I have to just give up this little chase, Robert? I’m having fun.”

He groaned. “We’ll go house hunting in Kelowna tomorrow. How does that sound?”

She tilted her head to the side and thought about it for a second, then she nodded. “Yeah, that’s worth something.” Then she bent over and swept the little black panties down her legs. With a grin, she threw them at him across the island.

He caught them, a look of stunned pleasure spreading across his face. She took full advantage of his momentary paralysis and lunged for the back door. He was on top of her before she could even touch the latch. She screamed and laughed as he lifted her high off the ground, carrying her over his broad shoulders to the couch.

“Put me down, you crazy brute!” she squealed.

He dropped her face down on the couch and smacked her bottom until she was shouting at him for another reason entirely. He straddled her legs, holding her still. “Why are you always trying to get away from me, woman? And saying rude things to me? I want to hear you say nice things… like, yes Rob. Or, please Rob. Or, more Rob.”

“Stop, Rob!” she shrieked, arching her back into the couch as he reddened her bottom.

“Nope, that’s not right,” he said, smacking her again.

She twisted her flushed face off the cushion, to look up at him and begged, “Please, Rob!”

He rocked his hips against her ass, pressing his erection against her and smoothed his hand over her glowing skin. “Yeah, sweetheart, now that’s what I like to hear.” He shifted his big body so he could move her leg on top of his lap, giving him access to her dripping wet pussy. He grinned, she’d loved their little foreplay as much as he did.

He ran his fingers through her slit causing her to moan and push back against him. He placed a palm against her shoulder blades, spreading his fingers across her back and pinning her down. Then he slid two long, thick fingers into her tight, slick sheath. She gasped and squirmed against him, trying to instinctively close her legs against him. She couldn’t because he was sitting between her thighs. When she settled down, he began gliding his fingers in and out, pressing them up against her g-spot. Before long she was moaning and rocking against him, spreading her legs wider. Her pussy squeezed tight around his fingers, like wet silk, holding him and then releasing him.

Her cries filled the air, like sweet music, turning his dick to stone. He couldn’t wait to get inside his woman. Her fists clenched the cushions over her head. He slid his thumb over her slippery clit, carrying her over the edge of orgasm. She jerked in his arms and yelled, rocking against him until she was completely spent. She collapsed on his lap with a happy sigh.

He grinned and flipped her limp body over. He unzipped the leather jacket, revealing her breasts to his hungry gaze. He loved the black leather against her beautiful, smooth skin. It reminded him that she was his to protect, his to keep. He tugged the jacket off her and tossed it away, wanting to see all of her naked skin.

“Robert,” she sighed happily, wrapping her arms around his naked shoulders.

In one smooth move, he picked her up and laid back down on the couch with her on top. He reached down, unzipped his jeans and shoved them down his thighs, allowing his rock-hard cock to spring free. She eagerly took it in her hands and caressed the length, squirming on his lap until she was in the correct position.

“Veronica,” he said warningly.

“Just one taste…” she begged, bending over him, her soft hair touching his belly. “You never let me taste, Robert.”

Her soft lips touched the tip, nearly driving him over the edge right then and there. He forced himself to think of something, anything, other than the hot tongue flicking out over the crown. He clenched his fists and pressed his head hard into the cushion of the couch as she opened her small mouth wide and enveloped him deep into the wet heat. It. Was. Fucking. Heaven.

“You had your taste,” he snarled and grabbed the back of her hair, jerking her off his cock.

Her eyes flared wide as he dragged her up his chest and forced her to straddle him. She placed her hands on his chest and lifted her ass until her pussy was flush against his cock. Her wide eyes met his. He looked half-crazed with lust. The idea that she could drive a man to such extreme passion made her own desire rise up to meet his. She dug her nails into his chest and slowly sank down onto his cock, taking every inch into her small body.

His hands came down on her hips, digging into the flesh and forcing her even deeper onto him. She gasped as pain and pleasure merged deep within. He was a big man and this position was not an easy one for her to handle. Finally, when she was completely impaled, they remained still as Veronica’s pussy pulsed around him. His muscles strained underneath her as he savagely held back from just fucking her. When she’d adjusted completely to the fullness within her, she began moving, lifting herself up and riding him. The sensations that rippled through her were incredible!

“Feels so good!” she exclaimed breathlessly, rocking back and forth.

Robert grunted, at a loss for words as he watched the most incredible woman he’d ever met use his body for her own pleasure. He’d never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life. He ran his hands over her sides and breasts, then spanned her waist as she lifted and dropped herself, using her knees for support. Her eyes flew open as his cock began expanding wider within her, filling her up even more.

He grinned at the dual expression of panic and ecstasy on her face. He licked his thumb and brought it between their bodies, pressing it against her clit. He barely rubbed her tiny nub before she was screaming and throwing her head back, her pussy clamping down on him and forcing him over the edge with her. He gripped her waist hard and jerked his cock as far up into her silken sheath as he could get, shooting his load of semen up into her.

She collapsed against his chest, her knees still tucked on either side of him. He cuddled her close, running a hand protectively down her back and hips. Her sigh of contentment made him feel like a king.

“I love you, Veronica,” he murmured in her ear.

His heart pounded as he waited breathlessly for her to say something. Maybe he should’ve done it different. More romantic. Like not right after sex, when his come was leaking out of her. Or didn’t chicks think post-sex declarations were good things? Fuck, maybe he and Jay did need to talk this shit through. Her silence was starting to get awkward. Or maybe that was just him. How long had it been since he’d bared his heart to her? Thirty seconds, a minute? How long did it take for her to decide?

He tilted his head to look down at her. Were her eyes closed? A breath escaped her lips and rushed over his chest making his dick twitch again. Damn, this woman made him as horny as a sixteen-year-old boy again. A soft snore finally gave him his answer. She’d fallen asleep. He laughed quietly and dropped a kiss on top of her head. He would try again in the morning. He had years to drag declarations out of this woman.

She was his to keep.

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