His Tattooed Virgin(Divine Creek Ranch 12)(61)

He kissed the top of her head as she dried off and murmured, “I love the way you smell.”

A heated blush came to her cheeks as he tipped her chin up to kiss her as he took her towel from her. “You’re dry enough and I’m only going to get you wet again.”

He draped it over the shower door and turned back to her, sexual intent blatant in his eyes and the way his big, randy cock jutted out at her. Her pussy responded with a wave of wet heat and lust pounded in her blood as he picked her up and carried her to his bed.

His phone chimed as they walked past it, and she was relieved when he ignored the sound. He laid her in the middle of the bed and immediately pounced on her, pinning her to the mattress with a deep chuckle. “You’re mine to toy with.”

Jayne giggled and wrapped her legs around his hips, glorying in the sensation of him holding her down as he kissed her again. His weight felt comforting and reassuring, but not suffocating, and she knew he was bracing himself for that purpose.

He growled deep in his throat as the head of his cock found her swollen entrance, and he thrust in with a short, hard stroke, stealing her breath from her. Her pussy tingled as she adjusted to his girth. He shifted to kneel between her thighs, and she opened her eyes. His gaze blazed with desire as he stroked her thighs and then lifted her hips slightly from the bed. He watched as his cock slid farther between her lips. She was fascinated, watching him react, tilting his head back, softly groaning, as he took her inch by inch.

His hair, partially dry now, fell over his shoulders in cool, ebony waves that tickled her jaw as he leaned down and kissed her before sitting upright again. Gripping her with strong fingers, he tugged at her hips, thrusting over and over until he could go no further. She arched when he stroked one finger delicately over her clit, teasing her with a light touch which sent a corresponding quiver through the muscles gripping his cock. His slight smile hinted of bliss as she moved against him, her slick juices making movement easier with each passing second.

He flicked her little bundle of nerve endings, watching her with glittering eyes. “Feel nice?”

“Better than nice, Seth. Harder. Move.”

“Bossy. Like this?” He flexed his hips as he lightly stroked her abdomen, teasing her some more. His fingertips skated lightly over her hip bones, and she lurched at the ticklish touch and pouted as he continued.

“No. More. I need more.”

He leaned down and licked her nipple, suckling on it until she thought she might scream. His attentions, as he alternated between her nipples, inspired another pang of need and more silky dampness in her cunt. She knew the teasing was hard for him to tolerate, too, because she could feel him trembling as he controlled his thrusts.

She lifted her hips in his grasp and whispered, “Please, Seth.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“More.”

“Tell me.” His dominating tone told her he wouldn’t be denied until she was screaming her need to him.

She whispered, “Fuck me.” The sudden shyness she felt was inexplicable. These were words she’d written multitudes of times.

He suddenly stopped moving, the pad of his thumb pressing but no longer moving on her clit. “Tell me so I can hear you.”

Despite the lack of stimulation, her pussy clenched with arousal and lust for him, which made her bold as she demanded, “Fuck me, Seth. Give me your cock. Make me scream.”

He slammed home, and she locked her ankles behind him, arching into his embrace and moving with abandon as he joined her, their passion skyrocketing as their tangled bodies undulated. He braced his elbows by her head and kissed her deeply as their movements became more frenzied, their bodies slamming together, over and over, until an animalistic part of her took over. Thrusting upward to him, she met him stroke for stoke, passion to passion, until her mind dissolved in a blaze of white-hot glory, and she screamed.

His cry in her ear was passionate and vulnerable as he followed her into climax, his cock pulsing within her depths, giving her his seed. They both panted gustily, their heartbeats hammering against each other until their bodies went limp. His hips flexed a couple more times, and he groaned.

Her heart fluttered wildly as he held on to her, kissing her throat with leisurely, sucking kisses. Out of the blue, even though she was glad there was no barrier between them, a part of her wished they’d had a need for a condom. It was too early to think of commitments with him or anyone else, but the vision of what their children might’ve looked like entered her mind.

She saw a little boy with raven-black hair and piercing blue eyes just like his father, or a little girl with angelic, yet exotic, features and Seth’s high cheekbones. She wished for the option, knowing it was a fruitless desire. She could never have his babies, no matter whether he wanted them or not. The radiation therapy had robbed her of the ability to give life even as it’d saved hers. She lay flat, still pinned beneath him, and held on, hoping to get control of her emotions before he saw them in her eyes.