Page 42 of Bigfoot Boss
“Need—use me—Beast—Bailey—sweetness—mine.”
The heat swirls through my body, tightening and loosening every muscle, until I can only collapse against him with a breathy sigh, whispering his name into his neck.
His fingers flex against my hips, digging into my flesh and asking, wordlessly, for permission.
“Sacha, do it,” is all I can say.
He rewards me with a growl in my ear. His hands wrap around me, pressing me tight to his chest, one hand digging into my hair. He lifts my hips slightly, and then thrusts up with shocking power, pushing deep and hard against me, once, twice,three times before his mouth releases a loud howl as I feel him tighten and release inside me, shuddering and filling me with his seed, his mark, his cum, fuller than I thought I could ever be. His whole body spasms around mine, clenching and clinging to me. He holds to me against him, tugging my face into his neck.
He’s hissing more words into my ear. Nonsense and platitudes, repeating ‘mine’ over and over, like I am a toy on a school yard to be claimed.
Then, he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead like the night before when he put me to bed. The barest brush of his lips reminds me that we haven’t even kissed since we tumbled into the cabin. We managed this intensity, this raw passion, with my clothes on and barely any foreplay.
I’ve been thoroughly fucked, and I’m also completely screwed.
24
BEDROOM. RIGHT NOW
Bailey
“Are you alright?” Sacha asks once the world has settled. He’s maneuvered us on the couch so that he is lying on his back with me resting against his chest. I’d briefly tried to leave the room, but easily gave in when his hands pulled me close.
“I’m fine,” I say. It’s almost a lie. I feel like my entire world has been shattered. I was planning to walk away from this male. I told him this was our only weekend together, but I can already feel that I’ve changed everything with a little bit of sex. I focus on the rise of his breathing as it lifts me, and the sinking when he breathes back out, like his body is catching me as I fall. His hand strokes gently along my spine, comforting and warm.
“You know, those other women you saw photos of—” he begins.
“Do we really need to talk about them right now?” I ask with a long sigh.
“They never came here. With me. I’ve never invited anyone to my family’s cabin before.” He pauses while the words soak in, extra weight in the heavy silence. “You are special, Bailey Thorn.”
“You keep saying that.” I thread my hands through his chest hair, enjoying the hard muscle of his chest.
“Because I mean it,” he says, “I have cherished every moment we’ve spent together.”
My chest tightens when he talks like this. I want to believe him, to accept what he’s offering me, but I might be too damaged to have everything I want. My hands find the side of his face, and I tilt his head, moving it so I can reach his mouth for a kiss. He makes a noise almost like a purr and tugs me up his body so he can press his lips more firmly to mine.
“Even though I’ve only had you for a little while,” he says, “our time together has been perfect..”
“Only the weekend.” I repeat the statement mostly to myself. I’m starting to feel like this relationship could be more than I originally thought, that maybe he actually means it when he said he wanted more than sex.
He kisses me again with that gentle heat that makes it easy to melt into him while his hands trace idle patterns up my back, gentle and slow. It makes me want to curl into him forever. He toys with the straps of my dress tugging, them to the sides until more of me is exposed, and then pulls me further up his body so that he can press his face into my bare breasts.
I laugh in protest, but it becomes a gasp as his warm mouth finds my nipple.
“Bailey, I need to tell you something, something about me—about us—” His speech is nervous and broken as his hand traces up my thigh, sneaking up to tease across the underwear I am still wearing.
“Now?” I ask.
“It has to be now, if you are only going to give me the weekend.” His hands don’t stop moving, his fingers find the curve of my ass and dig into my flesh just enough to spark a little pain to compliment the pleasure.
I moan, and his whole body stiffens.
“Did you hear that?” he whispers.
I shake my head but go still, listening. I’m beginning to realize most of my senses don’t compare to his.
“Shit.” He sits up suddenly, dislodging me from my wonderful resting spot.
