Page 58 of Make You Mine

But I won’t stop until she’s as gone as I am. Until she’s crying out her need for me.

Her walls pulsate and tighten their hold on my finger. “Elijah, I can’t...ohfuck!” The second I scrape my teeth down her bundle of nerves, she explodes. Harder than the first time, she tenses, and her hips lift off the bed. At the sight of her head thrown back and coming from my mouth, I crawl up her body and position the head of my cock at her entrance.

I rub back and forth, dipping a little inside her tiny hole and pulling out to draw out her pleasure. I do this a few times, waiting for those eyes to focus on mine before I slide into the hilt.

“Motherfuck,” I groan, grinding my teeth while trying not to move. Breathing in and out does little to help. Not when the room smells like us. Not when she’s so tight and wet. Her walls pulse and my cock gives a small jerk inside her. I’m losing the battle. Resisting my natural need to flip her over and mount—fuck her—is overwhelming.

“Elijah, I?—”

“I know.” Bringing my face down to hers, I peck her lips once. Twice. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

Being her first time, I’m giving her a few minutes to adjust. She might’ve played with toys in the past, but they couldn’t have been big, as her hold on my cock is near choking. For her, I bite the inside of my cheek and pray for mercy. I wait until she smiles at me, and her pussy clenches a few times, giving me clear permission to move. “Can I?”

“Yes.” Those baby blues look up at me with so much want and hunger. There’s something else there, too. A coquettish glint that causes my heart to beat like a war drum, for my cock to pulsate in time with her intake of breath. “Claim me so I’ll never forget I’m yours.”

20

ELIJAH

Those words are my undoing.

A taunt. A challenge which I gladly accept.

“I love you, sweetheart.” Before anything, Ava needs to know that I’d die to protect her.

“I believe you.” The teasing look softens. Her pussy clenches hard. “And I love you, too.”

“Good.” Trailing kisses across her cheek, I pause at her ear and flick the lobe. “Now, tell me who owns this pussy? Who owns you?”

“W-what…oh, Eli!” I slam back in and ride her hard. It’s not gentle. Not the way I thought of taking her for the first time, but it’s us. Crazy and all-consuming and full of this love that has overtaken our senses. Immediately her pussy clenches, trying to pull me in deeper as her walls grip me tightly—fluttering around my girth with each entry.

My balls contract. They’re heavy and full; I’m going to fill every one of her holes with my seed. “Squeeze me just like that, Ava. Let me feel you,” I grunt as another rush of wetness bathes my cock and then pools on the sheets below. I’m not being gentleor sweet, but she loves it. The nail marks scoring my back are the proof. “You’re taking me so well.”

“Eli, I’m…fuck!”

“That’s it, sweet treat. So perfect.” My eyes traverse her body, taking in the flush that sweeps down her chest, how hard her nipples are, and the beads of sweat that caress her skin. Then there’s how her stomach muscles clench with each punishing stroke, how she writhes beneath me.

Pleasure overtakes her senses, and a guttural growl builds inside my chest as I watch her.

Feel how tightly she’s stretched around me. More wetness. The sound of her desire is the soundtrack to our love. The slap of skin. How she soaks me in her juices, and those tiny cries set my blood on fire.

Her tiny cunt looks obscene stretched around my girth, so fucking beautiful, but more so is the way she squeezes me. Tight, wet, andmotherfuckingperfection. She was made for me.

Taking her hips in my hands, I lift her off the bed and onto my thighs. This angle is much deeper and leaves her completely at my mercy as I manipulate her movements, piston into her at a near-punishing pace. It’s maddening how much tighter Ava is like this, and I won’t last much longer.

“So close.” Her eyes close, and her mouth drops open in a silent scream then as I shift her pelvis.

“Motherfucking come, sweetheart. Give me what’s mine.” Tightening my hold on her hips, I lift and slam her down my length, thrusting in and out, gritting my teeth as the pleasure becomes too much. “Look at me,” I growl out, never ceasing my control.

How I manipulate her on and off.

Blue eyes open; they’re heavy-lidded and unfocused. “Please.”

That’s all she says. She’s too far gone into her pleasure.

I love it. Her like this.

“Are you my good girl?” I punctuate each word with a thrust, grinding her clit on my pelvis on each downward stroke. She barely nods, nails digging into my arm. They break the skin. Sting. “Answer me.”

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