Page 23 of Staking His Claim

And there, on my way to the airport to head home for Easter when he’d been in California, visiting his sister for the long weekend.

Definitely not that one taken by long lens when I was in my living room eating a bowl of ramen after a long day.

I felt his fingers slide between my legs, slowly stroke my pussy from behind as I stared at the pictures.

“Tell me the fantasies you had about me,” he whispered, his lips brushing the left divot in the small of my back, before he licked it.

I bit my lip, my knees already turning to liquid. “One of them was that you’d come to my apartment. Let yourself in somehow. And you’d find me wearing your shirt. You would spank me for stealing it then…then you’d fuck me.”

“Hmm, I can absolutely make that happen for you.”

I glanced over my shoulder at his bent head, at the erotic flicks of his tongue over my skin. Would he mind?

Noting giving myself a chance to talk myself out of it, I danced away from him, giggled when he protested with thick curses.

“I’ll be right back.” I sprinted from the room before I changed my mind. His closet was full of shirts. I snagged a dark navy one, spritzed his aftershave on it, then pulled it on, folding back the sleeves as I returned to the room.

Grey eyes blazed when he saw what I wore. “You look so fucking sexy, baby. I thoroughly approve.” His dick strained against his belly, beating in time to his heartbeat. “But I see your shirt, and I raise you…” He winked as his hand dropped to the table next to the leather chair.

I heard a snick, and a compartment opened. He reached in and he brought out a white silk handkerchief, then back again to reach for a second item.

My jaw dropped at the bottle of my favorite perfume cradled in his palm. He spritzed a couple sprays into the white square, and held it up and take a long, groaned-filled sniff.“My absolutely favorite scent in the world, second only to your pussy.”

By the time I manage to pick my jaw off the floor, he was laughing.

But that laughter soon cut off when, with a desperate little whimper, I climbed onto his lap and positioned his stiff cock at my core.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, one hand clamping my hip as the handkerchief dropped between us. “Emily, wait.”

“No.” I gripped the back of the chair, ready to impale myself on his fat, glorious cock. “I don’t want to wait. I need you inside me.”

Adoration warred with pained arousal on his face. “Okay, just a couple of strokes but then you need to do what I say, okay?” he pleaded, almost frantic, and with the level of my own desperation, I would agree to just about anything to have him inside me.

“Okay, yes. Just…please.”

With a thick curse, he released me, and I slammed down, screaming with pain and pleasure as my pussy stretched around his thick girth.

His low growl grew in volume, then, “Fuck!”

Head thrown back, I bounced to my delight, my little shrill yelps of delight growing, growing, growing, until— “No!”

He ignored my outraged cry as he yanked me off my ecstasy pole. But before I could give a full-throated protest, Fletcher was spinning me around, kicking my legs apart.

“This is what I want,” he breathed in my ear, grabbing my chin roughly to redirect my gaze to the walls. “Watch yourself. My gorgeous delight. My beautiful obsession. Look how lovely you are. Do you blame me for being out of my fucking mind for you?” He gripped my hips and slammed me back down on his stiff rod, and we both shouted at the burn and the pleasure.Holding me still, Fletcher fucked into me with raw purpose, unhinged words continuing to roll off his gorgeous lips. "I'm not going to stop now. You know that, don’t you? I have a full empty wall to fill. And now you’re mine, I have the right to take any kind of picture I like, don’t I?”

A garbled sound escaped me when his cock speared just right, hitting a spot that made me see stars.

“Answer me, Emily! Tell me I can.”

“S-sure…yes…y-you can—oh shit!”

My cry was in reaction to him stretching my legs even wider, draping my knees over the sides of his armchair so I was splayed wide, wider than I’d ever been in my life.

He pulled me back to rest against his chest, then he really went to town. Fucking me while one hand played with my clit and the other toyed with my nipples.

Muttering feverish words of obsession interspersed with kisses to the side of my face, my jaw, the corner of my mouth, and when finally with another cry, I turned my face, he fused his mouth to mine, our tongues playing a dirty, slurping tango as we raced towards the shining summit.

I tore my mouth away to scream through my release, so hard, so searingly hot my vision blurred, darkened, then caved in on itself before exploding in a shower of intense color.

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