Taking His Woman(29)

The love he felt for her consumed him. He wanted to make sure she knew he still loved her even after taking her hard.

Their love-making had never been so passionate before. The need to fill her gripped him constantly.





Chapter Fourteen





The following morning, Erica rolled over to find the bed empty. She stretched out with a smile on her face. Her body was alive after last night’s love-making. Chris had startled her and for the first time made her feel so desired.

Was she sick for loving the way he’d taken her without foreplay? She loved the way he took control, taking his own pleasure and giving her the same in the process. The scent of coffee wafted up from the kitchen. She flung the blanket off and went to the bathroom. Her nakedness did not bother her. Chris adored her full body. When she moved back to the bedroom, she stared in the mirror. On her hips were the marks from his fingers.

Erica got closer to inspect the finger marks. Five marks were on each hip, each mark a sign of his need last night. She touched her finger to each point. Her pussy tightened in awareness. Touching the marks made last night more real. She knew by looking at them that last night had happened. She hadn’t dreamt what happened. He’d taken her, hard, rough, and she’d loved every second of their time together.

She grabbed a wrap from the back of the door before making her way downstairs. Chris sat at the table reading a newspaper. She stopped when he stared at her, his gaze travelling down her body. This was a man she’d never met before. The intensity in his eyes couldn’t be ignored. He held her captive from simply looking at her.

“Take your wrap off,” he said.

How had she gone for so long without seeing this man? The possessive way he stared at her made her feel as if her body was his. Her fingers trembling, she untied the wrap and let it fall to the floor. She placed her fingers in front of her stomach.

“Put your hands by your side.”

Erica hesitated for a split second then did as he instructed.

“Come here.” She walked the short distance in front of him. He stared up the length of her body. His fingers traced the marks on her hips. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said.

“You didn’t. I loved last night.” She stopped herself from asking for more. What would he think of her? Most women would love the sweet tender way he made love to her. Why couldn’t she be satisfied with the same?

You want to be taken and ravaged. You want to know what it’s like to be the most desired thing in his life.

Shut up.

It’s the truth.

She fought with her own inner demons.

“Would you like me to do it again?” he asked.

Don’t ask me. Just do it.

Erica nodded her head. She couldn’t describe what was going on inside her. A gasp escaped her as he went down to her pussy. His fingers teased through her slit. She opened her legs wider for him. He stared at her while he touched her clit. Her legs felt like jelly when he plunged a finger inside her core.

“You’re so wet,” he said.

How could she not be? Chris was taking her world and turning it upside down. She had no idea what to do or what was expected of her. He had become unpredictable in the matter of a day. What she thought she knew about him was being obliterated by his actions. She loved what he was doing. She wanted to see how far he’d go.

The change between them was startling.

She whimpered when he pulled away. Staring down at him, she watched as he unbuckled his belt, his gaze firmly on her. Erica changed her stare from his belt to his eyes. Her pussy tightened when he opened the button and then the zipper to his pants. His cock sprang free. He was long and thick, with a large, mushroom-shaped tip. She saw his tiny hole was leaking juice. Erica thought about her books and the women who went down on their men and enjoyed it. She wanted to try with Chris. All she could see in her mind was what the novels evoked.

Sinking to her knees in front of him, she leaned forward. Chris presented the tip to her lips. She opened up and accepted him deep inside her mouth. The cum on the tip tasted salty. It wasn’t a bad taste, and she swallowed him down. He glided along her tongue filling her mouth. She whimpered as she pulled up.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked when he fell out of her mouth with a plop sound.

“Yes. I want to do this with you, Chris. I want to do everything.”

He nodded his head, and she went back to work. Opening her lips, she slid his length back into her mouth. His entire shaft pulsed where she surrounded him. Moaning, she flicked the tip with her tongue tasting more of his pre-cum as it slid out.

She repeated the actions she’d read in the book.

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Chris couldn’t comprehend what was happening. His cock was inside the mouth of the woman he loved. Her moans vibrated down his cock making him aware of how much she loved sucking his cock. He closed his eyes allowing the sensations to override any desire to make her stop.