Page 11 of I've Got You

Then with one more deep suck, I feel all that energy washing over me. My cock jerks and stream after streams of my cum shoots down her throat. She swallows me down and grins wickedly.

My cock jerks in my hand and I shoot my load all over the wall and down the drain. I hate every damn second of it. I should have saved it for her. All of my seed should be hers.

I wash off and feel the need pushing at me again. I’ve never felt so out of control before.

My hands shake when I picture her climbing into bed, her body wrapped in my shirt. My head swims with lust so overpowering that my mouth literally waters just thinking about her.

That woman is mine and I don’t care how long it takes to convince her. I’ll win her heart.

If I have to…I’ll start with tying her to my bed until she gives in. The neanderthal thought creeps up on me and I groan, feeling my dick harden all over again.

This is going to be a long fucking night.

MISSY

My mind swirls. I know I’m dreaming. I can feel it. But my heart races out of control and I can’t make myself run. They’re gaining on me. I can hear their feet behind me, one of them swearing as he slips and trips over the dirty alley.

I need to keep running. Need to get away. But where am I? Where’s the girl?

Tears slip down my cheeks uncontrolled and I shiver, ducking behind a dumpster, hoping that they keep going past me.

I hear them coming closer and closer. I have to fight the need to run. My entire body quakes and is practically screaming at me to get away. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop!

But I’m just so tired and my head hurts so bad.

“Ah-ha! There you are, you little hellion!” One of them grabs me and his hand grinds on my wrist.

“Stop! Let me go!” I scream and fight, struggling to get away from them but the other man has my other arm now and the two of them are dragging me down the alley. My feet drag along the ground and I whimper, fighting to stop them from hurting me. Hurting the other girl. Hurting anyone.

“Help me!” I scream.

“Whoa! It’s alright, baby girl. I’ve got you. I’m not going to let those guys hurt you ever again. Shhh. It’s alright.”

The soft, deep voice finally tugs me out of the hellscape of my dreams and I open my tear-filled eyes to see Judd watching me. “It’s okay, little one. I’ve got you.” He repeats it over and over again until I throw myself in his big, burly arms and sigh when I feel them close around me.

I’m safe. I trust this man. Out of all the men in the world, he’s my safe space. I feel it deep down in my bones.

He lifts my chin with his hand and leans over to delicately touch my mouth with his soft lips. His other hand comes up to trace the lines of tears and he groans.

“Baby, you’re killing me. Tell me that you’re okay. Please. Even if you aren’t just lie to me and tell me that you are because there is nothing in this world that I wouldn’t do for you. But your tears are killing me.”

I cuddle down into his warm, lightly-furred chest and sigh. “I’m okay. I’m sorry if I woke you. I just had a nightmare.”

He shakes his dark head. “Don’t apologize, baby. You went through something terrible. If you weren’t feeling a little crazy and scared right now I’d say you were lying to yourself and me.”

I can feel his breath stirring my hair and the smooth warmth of his skin along mine makes my body sing with desire. My breath shudders in and out for an entirely different reason now. I’m not scared.

I’m needy and wet. My pussy is twinging with hunger. She wants to find out what that steel rod that I’ve felt once or twice feels like inside her. Hunger for him drives out the last remnants of fear from the nightmare.

All I want is for him to touch me. All over.

My hand slips down and I run it along his smooth chest until I reach the tangled, light mat of hair on his chest. My fingers dance through it, twist it, wrap it around them and tug lightly.

His head slides back and he groans. “What the fuck are you doing, princess? Stop that or there will be consequences.”

My head tilts up to see his golden-brown gaze dark and deep, the pupils blown until they take up half the amber iris, leaving just a golden ring around seemingly endless black.

My hand lifts and I pull his head down until his lips are just inches from mine.

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