Page 100 of Merry Me
“You’re about to be too wrecked to speak,” I said, my voice dropping again as I grabbed her hips, pulling her tight against me, my cock brushing between her thighs. “So, go ahead and laugh now, Trouble. Because in about ten seconds, you’ll be screaming instead.”
She was still giggling when I pressed her farther into the wall, her bare chest rising and falling fast, her eyes glossy with desire and mischief. Fuck, she was beautiful like this—flushed and laughing and totally undone.
But the second my cock slid between her slick folds, her breath hitched, the laughter dying into a sharp gasp. Her eyes flew open, locking with mine. That one look? It scorched through every last bit of restraint I had left.
“I need to be inside you, Nat.” My voice was wrecked with need. “I need to bury myself so deep in your sweet, tight pussy that you forget your own name—forget every man whoever looked at you when I wasn’t there. I want to fuck you until your body only knows mine. Until all you can say is my name.”
Her eyes were glassy with pleasure as her fingers gripped my ass, rocking her hips up against my cock with a confidence and urgency that made my knees threaten to give. “I need you, too.”
I groaned as I lifted her effortlessly. Her legs locked around my waist, and I pressed her back to the wall again, the thick head of my cock pushing into her. We both gasped—hers sharp and needy, mine ragged and barely restrained—as I held us there, letting the tension coil tight, savoring the way she clenched around me before giving her another inch.
“I’m already yours, baby.” I finally thrust the rest of the way into her in one swift motion, burying myself to the hilt, her tight, wet heat enveloping me like a glove. “Fuck, Nat, you feel so good. So fucking tight. This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, Easton, yes,” she chanted, her nails digging into my shoulders as I started to move, my thrusts hard and deep, each one a claim as I fucked her against the wall.
“That’s right.” My hands gripped her hips tighter, my thrusts growing faster, deeper, the sound of our bodies coming together filling the room, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with her moans and my groans. “No one else gets to have you, Nat. No one else gets to fuck you like this. No one else gets to feel you come around their cock. Just me. Say it.”
“Just you, Easton,” she sobbed as I pounded into her, my cock hitting that spot inside her with every thrust, driving her closer to the edge. “Only you. I’m yours.”
“Damn right, you are.” My hand slid up to grip her throat again, my fingers tightening just enough to make her gasp, her eyes darkening with pleasure as I held her in place. “You’re mine to fuck, mine to love, mine to keep. No one else will ever have you, Nat. No one else will ever fucking compare.”
“Easton, I’m—I’m gonna come,” shecried, her voice desperate as she clung to me, her body trembling, her walls clenching around me as I fucked her relentlessly. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Never, baby.” My voice was rough with need as I thrust deeper, my hand on her throat holding her steady, my other hand gripping her hip. “Come for me, Nat. Come all over my cock. Show me you’re mine.”
Her orgasm hit like a fucking explosion—she shattered in my arms, her body jerking against the wall as she screamed my name, loud and wrecked and perfect. Her pussy clamped down around me like a velvet vice, milking my cock so tight I saw stars. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she gasped, her nails clawing down my back, her slick soaking my thighs, dripping down to my balls like she couldn’t get enough of me.
That was all it took. The sound of her falling apart, the feel of her wrapped around me—mine, completely—and I lost it. I slammed into her one final time and came hard, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan, my vision going white around the edges. Every pulse of my release branding her from the inside out.
My forehead dropped to hers, both of us gasping for air, her body still twitching beneath my hands.
“You’re mine,” I rasped, my voice rough, raw, reverent. I kissed her temple, holding her close, still buried deep. “All fucking mine.”
We stayed like that for a long moment, our bodies pressed together against the wall, our breath mingling as we came down from the high. I held her close, my arms wrapping around her, my lips brushing against her forehead as I murmured, “It’s just you, Nat. It’s always been just you.”
She didn’t respond, her breath still uneven, her body soft against mine, and I could tell she was holding back, not ready to say the words I wanted to hear. I wanted to push, to ask her what she was feeling, to hear her say she loved me the way I loved her…
But before I could speak, a sharp knock cracked through the quiet like a thunderclap.
“Well, good to knowoneof us is getting some!”
Jordan.
His voice came through the door with the kind of smug glee only a lifelong friend could manage. “Guess you guys don’t want to come back out to the fire, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll let everyone know you’re…occupied.”
Natalie let out a strangled groan and buried her face in my chest. “Fucking hell, Jordan, go away!” Her voice was muffled, mortified, her hands gripping my arms like she could physically hold back the moment.
I couldn’t help it…I laughed. A full, smug, utterly unrepentant laugh.
I looked down at her, caught that stormy flush in her cheeks, the way her lashes fluttered against her skin. She looked like sin and softness and the only thing I’d ever wanted. My thumb brushed along the curve of her lower lip, swollen and kiss-bitten, and I tipped her chin up so she had no choice but to look at me.
“Guess the secret’s out,” I said, my voice still rough with everything we hadn’t said. “They all know you’re mine again, Nat.”
She groaned and swatted at my chest, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Small. Tentative. Real.
It wasn’t a declaration.
Not yet.
