I kiss along her darkened pink breast, sucking on the hardened nipple again and just as I feel her pussy spasm around my fingers, I bite down and pull with my teeth. My woman likes a little pain; I’m going to teach her to crave it. She has no idea just what her body is going to be searching for. The thought of being the one to give it to her is a rush like no other I’ve ever had in my life.
As she tumbles into her orgasm, her body shaking and calling out my name, I position my cock at her entrance. I watch as it all overtakes her. It’s a familiar sight. I never let a day go by that I haven’t given this to her, and usually much more than once a day, but somehow each time it just gets better.
“Annie,” I groan, my cock literally leaking to get inside of her and it takes all of the control that I’ve mastered over the years to keep from thrusting home. Her nails are biting into my back and her body is pushing up into my hand, riding it and taking every ounce of pleasure she can find. It’s beautiful, true, but I need her eyes. “Annie!” Her eyes snap to mine, hers are hazy and cloudy with pleasure. She’s flushed, her lips swollen and wet and my cock slides forward just so the tip sits inside of her—resting…waiting.
“Sabre…”
“Keep your eyes on me, Annie. This is going to hurt, but I promise you it will get better.”
“Please, Sabre. I want you,” she answers, even as her head goes back and another wave hits her.
My mouth crashes down against hers as I drink in her taste and swallow her cries. My cock slides deeper inside. It feels like a damn vise gripping my cock and squeezing it. I feel the thin wall that keeps me from sinking further. This is important. I will be Annie’s first man. Her first everything. I will fucking be her last, but then she will get that from me, too. I know I will never want another woman but Annie. Ever. With that thought ringing in my brain, I break away from her sweet lips. My mouth finds that soft juncture where her neck and shoulder meets, and I bite down and force my hard cock inside her body. She cries out, and I still. Her head is pressed into her pillow. The heels of her feet are shoved deep into the mattress and I’m balls deep inside of this beautiful creature—afraid to move.
Slowly, her eyes open and she looks at me.
“I’m yours now,” she whispers. My heart beats hard against my chest.
“You’ve always been mine, Annie. Since the day you were born. You were made for me,” I tell her starting my ride. She mews this sweet little sound and finds my rhythm and meets me thrust for thrust. My balls tighten and I feel the tingling zip down my spine; I’m about to come harder than I ever have in my life. Before I do, there’s one thing I need to do—one thing I need to give her.
“I love you, Annie. I love you. This seals it, sweetheart. You’re never getting away from me.”
“Love for a lifetime?” she asks, her nails moving down to my ass as she pulls at me, trying to get me deeper. Hell, my balls are pressed against her hot pussy now and wet with her sweet liquid.
“For several, Annie…for fucking ever,” I groan, riding her hard and losing myself in my own climax even as I feel her second one overtaking her, as my cum shoots inside of her. She clinches me so fucking tight, my eyes roll back in my head.
She’s everything…everything.
Chapter 14
Annie
Just when you think life is perfect, you find yourself standing in front of a rattlesnake and no weapon at hand.
I’ve officially been Sabre’s old lady for a month now and each day just gets better, and I’m not talking just sex—that is phenomenal, however. We make love constantly. Sabre is insatiable. It doesn’t matter where we’re at; he’s made love to me in the bathrooms at the local department store even. He doesn’t try to hold himself back, and I don’t want him to. He makes me feel desirable, sexy, and like I’m the only woman in the world who can satisfy him. I may have been a virgin at twenty-six, but I’m pretty sure that I’ve had more sex than any woman on the face of the Earth. In fact, life is so perfect I’ve almost forgotten about the one thing that could ruin it all for me. That was a mistake. I know that from the number that just showed up on my caller ID.
Sabre is at the club, he’s been dealing with some stuff; I’m not sure what, I don’t ask. I figure if Sabre wants me to know anything about the club he’ll tell me. As long as he’s safe, I’m okay. I’m doing laundry while Lucy is in the living room doing her homework. Latch is in the kitchen fixing a leaking faucet. They’ve become part of the family and are nearly always here. I love it, and I get the feeling that Sabre enjoys it, too—it makes him happy. I care for Latch, obviously not like I do Sabre, but still, I love him. He’s a good guy who has a lot on his plate. Sometimes I catch him looking at me and my stomach gets butterflies. Sabre says Latch is halfway in love with me, but it doesn’t seem to upset him. I figure it’s because he trusts both of us. He should, my heart belongs to him and always will.