Page 28 of Yours To Keep
twelve
The doorto my apartment barely closes before I’m reaching for her, scooping her up in my arms, wrapping her thick thighs around my waist, and pushing her back against the door as I devour her sweet mouth. She groans as I grind my hips into her, and I swallow down every beautiful sound pouring from her lips.
“Tell me what I want to hear, Magnolia,” I say, my teeth and tongue tracing a path down her neck, across her collarbone, and stopping at the top of the deep v cut in her dress.
“Whatever it is, I’ll tell you whatever you want. Just fuck me, please. Please, Dalton!” She begs, and I’ve never heard a more beautiful sound.
“Such a good girl, angel. Your mother would be so proud of your manners,” I tease and she shivers, turning her head to the side. I nip at her collarbone again, licking a path across her chest and up the column of her neck. The sweet taste of peaches mixed with her sweat from dancing downstairs is enough to have my cock throbbing behind my zipper to the point of pain.
“Dalton,” she moans, her fingers threading through my hair as her nails rake painfully across my scalp.
“You want me to fuck this pretty mouth, baby?” I ask, smearing her blood red lipstick with my thumb. Her lips wrap around the digit, sucking it into her hot mouth, and the floor falls out beneath me. Fuck, this woman is everything I could ever want. My mind goes blank until the only thought I can hold on to is her. Her body, her mind, her fucking soul is stealing every piece of me, and I’d gladly give it to her. She releases my thumb with a wet pop and I swear I’m seconds from coming in my jeans like a fucking teenager.
“How do you want me, Dalton? You want to slide so deep inside my tight pussy that I’ll feel you for days? Or do you want to bend me over so you can fuck my ass like I know you’ve been dreaming about?” She whispers filthy things in my ear and I’m a goner.
“Jesus fucking Christ, angel. Such filthy words from such a beautiful mouth. I swear you were made for me,” I tell her, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She bites my bottom lip and I hiss, loving the sting of pain. Call me fucked up, but I don’t give a shit. This woman could skin me alive, and I’d thank her for the honor. With her legs still locked around my waist, my hips pin her to the door. My hands fall on either side of her face as we lock eyes.
“Tell me, Magnolia. Tell me you’re mine.” I see the trepidation in her eyes. She doesn’t want to surrender first, and I understand. Giving someone the power to hurt you is fucking terrifying. But you’re also giving them the power to love you, to cherish you, to give you everything you lack in this life without them. “Tell me you’re mine, angel, because I amsofucking yours.”
Her eyes meet mine, a swirl of shades of green so full of power and passion that I can’t look away. Giving herself to me is something so much more than one night, it’s a forever kind of surrender. I know if she lets herself fall for me, she’ll be allin. I make a promise to myself to always protect the trust she’s placing in me, if she would just fucking say it.Say it.
“I’m yours,” she says, her voice strong and sure as she places her soft palm against my cheek. It’s the only confirmation I need before I’m sliding my hands under her dress. I expect to find the edge of her panties, but instead, her soft skin goes on and on over the bare curves of her ass. No way has this woman spent all night with no fucking panties on.
“Magnolia Azalea!” I say, trying my best to mimic the haughty tone her mother uses. She leans her head back to laugh and I glide my lips across her collarbone and neck. My tongue darts out, tasting the sheen of sweat covering her skin, and I groan.
“Every inch of you tastes so good, Magnolia,” I tell her, walking back to my bedroom with her in my arms. She clings to me, like she’s afraid I’ll slip away if she releases her hold for even a moment.
“Oh yeah? Prove it,” she says, challenging me. Setting her on her feet at the end of the bed, I reach to her side and slide the zipper down. Her dress puddles at her feet, and I see the uncertainty in her eyes. She wants to cover herself, to hide her perfect body away where no one can ever judge her again. But I won’t let her. She is beauty in its purest, rarest form. Like the devastation of a phoenix on fire as it blazes across the sky, demolishing anything that came before it into ash. But from that devastation, new life grows. A life where I don’t have to be anyone but the man who gets to hold her every second of the day. I push her back onto my bed and she lands with a laugh, her full tits bouncing and making my mouth water for a taste of her skin.
“Are you already wet for me, baby?” I laugh, already knowing the answer to that question. “Spread those gorgeous legs and show me what’s mine.”
Her heels slide apart slightly, but I still see hesitation in her eyes. Her confidence comes in waves, sometimes cresting so high she knows no one can touch her, but always falling back down, crashing until she can’t even look in the mirror. I wish she could see what I do, but she will.
I grip her ankles, spreading her legs wide and hooking them over my shoulders as I bring my face barely above her clit. She makes a strangled noise, her legs tensing, and I know she wants to pull away. Before she can, I slide my palms under her ass, gripping the muscles tightly and lifting her pussy to my face. I kiss her thigh softly, and she shivers. My teeth sink into the delicate flesh there and she moans loudly. I love it that my girl likes a little pain with her pleasure, and I’m more than happy to give her both as often as she craves it. She’ll wear the imprint of my teeth there tomorrow, but no one else should be close enough to her pussy to see it. If they are, they’re dead anyway. I’d slit a thousand throats just to make sure mine are the only hands that ever touch this woman. I’ve never thought of myself as a possessive or jealous man, but the thought of anyone else touching Magnolia this way makes me see red.
I push the thoughts away, focusing only on the feeling of Magnolia’s soft skin under my hands, the scent of her arousal as I lower my mouth to cover her core. I flatten my tongue over her center and her back arches, her hips pushing forward, burying my face in her pussy. She tastes like sweet peaches everywhere, like the most decadent indulgence I could imagine. If I could, I’d bury myself so deeply inside this woman, and never fucking leave. Her nails rake across my scalp as I devour her, and I groan. The noise sends vibrations across her skin and she releases a high-pitched sigh that I wish I could bottle and keep forever. Every sound she makes is addicting. Her fingers flex tighter in my hair, and I know she’s close.
“You gonna come on my tongue like my perfect little whore, angel?” A deep groan sounds through the room and I take that as a yes.
My teeth nip her clit and she comes hard, riding out her orgasm against my face. Her back falls down to the mattress and I laugh, licking her arousal from my lips. Standing quickly, I shed the rest of the clothes keeping me from feeling her skin against mine. I kiss my way up her body, loving the way goosebump rise under my lips every time.
“I think you like it when I talk dirty to you, Magnolia. I know your pussy does,” I say, sliding my tongue across her lips until she opens for me, tasting herself on my tongue. My cock is rock hard, a permanent state around this woman.
“I think I’m not the only one who likes it.” Her fingers trace the metal of the barbells running down my shaft and I shiver. “You want me to whisper dirty things to you while you fuck me, Dalton?”
I bite her bottom lip harder than I intended to, but the way she moans tells me she doesn’t mind. Positioning the head of my cock at her center, I slide home slowly, one barbell at a time. Her grip on my shoulders tightens each time until I’m buried as deep as I can possibly be.
“I’ll never get tired of feeling the way your body pulls me in, Magnolia. Like you’re craving me as much as I crave you,” I tell her, brushing her hair out of her face as her brows furrow. It’s not pain, it’s resistance. She’s trying, and failing, to hold off the orgasm I know is already threatening to overpower her. I fucking love her rebellious nature, but right now, in this moment, her pleasure belongs to me. I grip her hips, thrusting harder with each motion, and I see the moment she breaks. The tension in her face snaps, and her pussy clamps down around me so tightly, I almost pull back.
“God, Dalton. It’s too much,” she says, riding out the tremors of her release. But it’s never too much, and we both know that.
“I know you can take more, angel.” Pulling out, I flip her over on all fours, pulling her hips back towards me so her perfect ass is on display. Trailing my fingers down her spine, she shivers beneath me and I laugh. So sensitive to every touch.
“Your skin is perfect, Magnolia. Your pussy is perfect. This fucking ass,” my hand connects with one cheek and her back arches, “This ass is perfect, and one day it will be mine, too.” I see her body stiffen at my words as she looks back over her shoulder. Her gaze is a mixture of caution and curiosity.
“You like the sound of that? You want me to fuck this ass and make it mine like the rest of you?” I tease the puckered hole with the tip of my finger as the head of my cock rubs against her clit. I’m only inches from being inside her again, and it’s taking everything in me not to slam home and fuck her until she can’t move.
“I want you to use my body exactly the way you want to. I trust you, Dalton. I know you’ll always take care of me,” she says, her voice soft but sure. Something in her words wraps around my heart and squeezes, her trust filling the cracks there.
