Page 67 of Claiming Ours
Cheek resting on the smooth rock, legs spread giving me a barely-there glimpse at her glistening cunt, ass lifted, and thecherry on the erotic moment was both hands resting on her lower back like I asked.
“Such a good Kitten, aren’t you? Now let’s tie up those hands so I don’t get clawed when things get rough.” Wrapping a hand around both of her wrists, I leaned in close, lips brushing against her earlobe. “Because that’s exactly how I plan to take your tight pussy. I’ll make you scream my name so loud and long that there won’t be an animal left in these woods that won’t run at the sound.”
The leather slid along my palm, making me shiver as I wrapped it around her delicate wrists, careful to keep it comfortable for her first time. Later I’d add in the slight mix of pain that came with a tighter binding but not now. Not when I was seconds away from losing it at just the sight of her tied up and waiting for me.
And only me.
Not Dean.
Not Liam.
Me.
Only me.
Stepping between her thighs, I gripped both hips and hiked her ass higher in the air to give me the angle I needed. Shoving the jeans and boxer briefs down to my thighs, I guided my pierced head to her dripping entrance. My teeth sank into my lower lip, quieting my groan as I pushed forward, her pussy stretching around me so perfectly.
A garbled curse met my ears as I continued to push deeper, fascinated at the way she took all of me.
“Damn, Kitten, you were made to stretch around my cock, weren’t you? Born to be here, just like this with nowhere to go but take what I’m giving you.”
“Yes,” she cried out. “That feels… that feels so….” Her head shook. “Unreal. It’s so different. And amazing,” she sighed as I slowly withdrew.
Her soft flesh molded around my fingers where they dug into her hips, which had me smirking at the possibility of leaving bruises. Good. I wanted to mark her, for me and her to see later and remind us of this moment.
I slowly worked my cock in and out of her cunt, thighs trembling with the restraint to not slam into her hard and find the orgasm that I held at bay. Which was working until that fucker Liam called out, knowing his words would trigger the other kink I admitted to the other night.
“Memphis, Baylee,” he called out, making me still. “You two better not let me catch you or there will be hell to pay. I’m coming to find you.”
His deep voice rolled through the clearing, making a sensual shiver slide down my spine.
Fuck, what was it about that bastard that did something for me, added that edge of danger and the forbidden? Either way, the suggestion of Baylee and I being caught like this, with our pants down and my dick balls-deep inside her had me slamming into her hard.
A pleasure-filled moan floated between us as I drew back and thrust forward again. Baylee cried out my name, begging me to move faster, to hit deeper. Dropping my hold on one hip, I wrapped my fingers into her silky strands and tugged, pulling her face off the boulder.
“You want it rough, Kitten, then hold the fuck on.”
The sound of crunching leaves, of squelched footsteps spurred me even faster. A familiar zing radiated from my balls, telling me I was close, and by the way Baylee squeezed around me, she was too.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Kitten. Come with me, scream my name for him to hear.”
And that she did, her voice cracking at the end as she trembled in my hold and my own orgasm raced through me, making my thighs tremble, and head swim from the force. Drawing out every last drop of cum to ensure she’d be leaking me all night, I stayed inside her, leaning forward to press my chest against her back.
Our labored breaths were the only sound I could hear. For several seconds we savored the moment, until a large shadow crept over us. Looking over my shoulder, I smirked at Liam behind me, his gaze locked on where I was buried deep in our girl.
“Seems I caught you,” he muttered, rubbing at his scruff. “You ready for more, sweetheart? Or did our boy wear you out?”
“More,” she muttered, lids closed but a smile on her lips. “Always more with you two.”
Damn straight.
More, always more with these two.
22
BAYLEE
Iwoke with a gasp, my pulse racing despite having been asleep. Soothing warmth engulfed me on both sides while the cool air brushed against my exposed cheeks, enticing me to fall back asleep. The faint golden glow highlighting the sky outside the makeshift tent signaled it wasn’t quite morning.
