Page 87 of Into the Woods

“Sex isn’t something you should have to handle,” I told her. “It should be something you want.”

“Something I’ve dreamed of? Imagined in detail?” She licked her lips, her eyes going slightly hooded. “Something I’ve gotten off to from just the thought of it?”

I swallowed hard. “Yes.”

Her eyes met mine, fierce and confident. “I’ve dreamed of you being inside me since I was old enough to know what sex was, Court Woods.”

My hips gave a small, involuntary thrust that made her gasp. “Fuck. Becca, I’m sorry—”

“No,” she cut me off, her fingers digging into my shoulders again. “Can you… can you do that again?”

Watching her carefully for any signs of discomfort, I gently withdrew an inch or so and then rocked back into her. The resulting moan she gave was throaty and made my dick even harder.

“We can stop,” I reminded her, even as my instincts were screaming at me to pound her into the mattress. There was some deep, primal part of me that was fucking thrilled I was her first. That I’d claimed what no one else could. No one else ever would.

Becca was finally mine. It was the way it was always supposed to be.

“Please don’t stop,” she murmured, lifting her hips. Her eyes went a little unfocused. “Oh, wow. That felt… nice.”

My lips curved. “I think we can do better than nice.”

She blinked, her gaze locking on mine. The amount of trust shining in her eyes was staggering. It made me feel invincible and unworthy all at once.

I leaned into her, capturing her lips with mine once again. They were soft and supple, this kiss dizzying in its power as she opened for me. Whether she realized it or not, her thighs parted more, allowing me more space to move. I pushed into her, bottoming out and swearing I saw stars.

She was perfect. This was perfect.

I reached between us, my fingers finding her sweet little clit, swollen and begging for my attention. I gently rubbed the side of it, and she tore her lips from mine with a ragged cry.

“Oh, God,” she whispered, her eyes screwing tight as her face contorted in pleasure.

But I wanted more. Needed to see the look in her eyes as I made her come again. Watching her shatter was my newest addiction. One I would feed as many times a day as she’d let me.

Going slow was a whole new form of torture. Every time I dragged my cock out of her cunt, her walls clamped down on me, tightening enough to make the edges of my vision blur. All I could do was grit my teeth and roll my hips into her, keeping my pace as gentle as possible.

“Court,” she finally whispered, her delicate hand coming up to touch my jaw.

I managed to grunt a response.

“I’m not going to break.” Her hazel eyes were glazed, her plump lips open as she sucked in a deep breath that made her perfect tits brush my chest. “I’ve waited eighteen years to be yours.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I murmured.

Her lips curled into a smile that made my pulse pound. “And I want you to fuck me like I’m yours.” She paused, eyeing me. “I am yours, right?” She wrapped her legs around my waist, arching into my touch.

My control snapped like a dry rubber band. I pulled out of her before thrusting back in, my fingers pinching her hot little clit. She jerked in my arms, writhing with the moan of a woman loving being fucked.

I lifted up a little, changing the angle, hitting her deeper. I smirked as her lashes fluttered, her throat exposed as she tossed her head back. The strands of dark brown and teal blue fanned out across the white sheets made her look angelic.

“You’re mine,” I reminded her with a growl, picking up my pace and setting a relentless rhythm as I let my inner caveman take over. “You’ve always been mine, sweetheart, and you always will be. Yesterday, today, and every single goddamn tomorrow for the rest of your life.”

She bobbed her head. “I’m yours. Harder, Court. Please.” She gave a pathetic little whimper that sent a shot of adrenaline down my spine and into my cock.

“Whatever you want, baby,” I vowed, pistoning my hips in and out of her. Changing my balance, I grabbed her leg and pulled it up, then sank in deeper yet. Her wet heat gripped me like a vise, fighting to keep me locked inside her.

She swore under her breath in frantic little pants, the wild look in her eyes letting me know she was close.

“Come on, baby. Come for me,” I demanded before kissing her again. I rubbed firm, tight circles over the swollen nub of her clit and felt the moment she exploded around me. I swallowed her cries in my kiss, pumping into her until I felt my own orgasm gather at the base of my spine and spurt out of my cock, painting her inner walls with my release.

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