Page 79 of Hell of a Mess
Clenching my teeth, I grabbed the back of her head and slammed my mouth down on hers as I thrust inside, breaking through and sheathing my dick with the tightest experience of my life.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, tearing my mouth from hers. “Goddamn, sweetheart, that’s incredible.”
She was tense, and I knew she was working through the pain,but it was hard to focus on while I was riding a high I’d never known existed. Needing to move, to pump inside her, I began to slowly slide out some.
“Ohhh…oh God,” she moaned.
I stilled and looked down at her. There had never been any woman as fucking beautiful as this one in this moment.
Mine.
The word sounded like a roar in my head. A word I’d never considered or used.
Mine.
I was going to come inside her if I stayed like this too long.
Shoving back all the way, I growled like an animal. “Fuck, fuck. Does it still hurt?”
She shook her head. “No, it feels full. Wonderful.”
Ah damn, why’d she say it like that?
I wanted to pound into her until I was filling her up all right. With my damn seed, marking her like a caveman claiming his woman. Jesus, a virgin pussy was fucking me up.
My cock pulsed as I began driving into her. Every cry she made only sent me higher. I was climbing to a bliss that I could die on. Just so I got there.
“Luther,” she cried out, and her mouth went slack as her body began to tremble.
Holy fuck, she was getting off again.
The small shred of sanity I had held on to was doing its best to tell me I had to pull out now. But the beast that wanted to call this woman mine and own her wasn’t going anywhere.
I looked down at her face, lost in ecstasy, and a shout tore from my chest while I unloaded inside her. My knees buckled from the force of my climax, and I had to hold on to the table as my cock savagely pulsed its release.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, lowering my head.
“That was amazing.” Her voice was soft with a touch of awe.
I chuckled, then lifted my eyes to look at her. The smile on her face wiped out any concern or regret. I’d do it again. In fact, I planned on it. Many times. I wasn’t going to be able to walk away from this one. Maybe not ever.
“I didn’t wear a condom,” I told her in case she hadn’t noticed.
“I know…I felt it when you, um…came inside me. It was warm and made me orgasm again.”
My cock jerked. “Sweetheart, you can’t say shit like that with me still buried inside you.”
Her brows drew together. “Why?”
I reached up and brushed her hair off her forehead. So damn precious. “Because I’m gonna be hard in seconds and I’ll want a round two.”
Her eyes lit up. “Okay.”
She was killing me.
“You’re gonna be sore.”
She shook her head. “No, and if I am, it still feels good. I was sore just now.”
