Page 27 of Nines's Time

But he doesn’t leave me for long. Quickly, he moves over me and lines himself with my entrance.

“Fuckin’ love the taste of your pussy, baby,” he groans and slips an inch inside. “Gonna fuckin’ love having my dick inside you just as much.”

“Brick,” I moan, arching enough that I take more of his cock inside me and gasp. “It feels so good. More. Brick, give me more.”

“Hold on, Meadow, let me take this slow.” He groans and slips out, only to shove forward another inch.

“No.” I shake my head and dig my nails into his shoulders. “I want you to take me the way you would any other time. I want you hard, rough, fast, however you want to give it, just fuck me, Brick. I want you. You, for who you are . . .”

I scream out as Nines slams inside me and does as I demand. He doesn’t stop or let up on his thrusts. Nines takes me with such shameless passion. He pumps himself inside like a feral beast searching for something only I can give him. It’s a beautiful sight, and I’m loving every moment of it.

Nines grips my legs, throws them over his shoulders, and grabs hold of my hips. His movements become harder, and with the new positioning, his cock feels deeper as it hits just the right spot. My release washes over me, and I scream his name at the blinding pleasure that takes hold and doesn’t let go. It’s as if I’m staying in the bliss of erotica before Nines joins me, roaring my name loud enough that I’m sure the animals in the woods surrounding the house heard him.

“Fuck me, baby, I knew you’d light up for me, but I didn’t know it would be so damn good,” Nines says, breathing raggedly.

“Mhmm, I didn’t think it would be like that either,” I admit, drawing my bottom lip between my teeth.

Nines rolls off and takes me with him. Laying on his back, me on top, he cups the side of my face. “Full of surprises, Buttercup,” he murmurs and leans up as he pulls my head down. Our lips touch, and I feel him twitching inside me. I don’t know how he moved us with him still inside me. For that matter, how can he still be hard after his orgasm? I thought men needed time to recoup before they could go again. But it seems that’s not the case for Nines as he starts moving again.

Looks like he’s gonna do as I said and take me as he wants.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

NINES

Fuck me.

Never in my life have I experienced anything like I do with Meadow. She’s beautiful, and the way she lit up for me last night . . . fuck . . . if she didn’t rock my world.

After I took her a second time, I scooped her exhausted body off the bed, carried her to the bathroom, where I drew us a bath in the whirlpool tub I have, and held her to me as her muscles soaked in the warmth of the water. I knew she wasn’t technically a virgin, but what she went through doesn’t count. Besides that, she hadn’t had any sexual experience since then, her body is probably still sore. I’ll have to take it easy with her today. I don’t want her overdoing it and then ending up hurting.

Yesterday, leaving the boutique, I broke one of my rules and that was letting her on my bike without covering skin, but I didn’t want to leave her to get my truck and there was no way I wasn’t going straight from there to my house. I wasn’t going to go anywhere else.

Now, I’ve got to figure out a way to make it so I can have her with me all day and her not worry about the boutique and whatever she’s got to do. I plan to take her to the clubhouse and then afterward take her for a ride, a long ride. First, though, I’ve got to get her something to wear. I might have broken my rule once, but I’m not about to do it again.

“Morning.”

I glance over from where I’m standing on the back porch staring at nothing in particular, to my woman wearing one of my tees in the doorway.

“Hey, Buttercup.” I turn fully to her. “You want coffee?”

“Please.” Meadow sighs.

Grinning, I close the distance between us, wrap an arm around her waist, and lean down to press a kiss to her pouty lips. “Coming right up, baby,” I murmur, no more than a breath away from her mouth. I’d like nothing more than to kiss her fully and take her right here, right now, but I’ve got to see how she’s feeling first. I’m not gonna be an asshole to her and think about my own needs.

I pour her a cup and hand it to her. “Do you use milk? Cream? Sugar?”

“No, black is fine.”

“You sleep okay?” I ask, leaning against the counter.

“It was heaven.”

“Good,” I say. “You have to open today?”

“No, I don’t have to. I honestly want to look for someone to work part-time to give me a break.”

“Why don’t you talk to Storm?” I suggest, knowing she wouldn’t mind helping out.

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