by pulling
back. ”
“You don’t just stop being an old lady, Juliette. Even after
the fact, your name will be inexplicably bound with mine.”
The words caressed her ears like a poem. “Maybe I like
that.” He couldn’t toss her aside like used garbage even if he wanted to. Like
a plan B just in case Plan A went awry. The fucked-up situation gave her
comfort. Knowing he wanted her so fiercely in such a permanent capacity made
her want to forgive him anything. I’m so much more damaged than I thought. “You can trust me, Shooter.” She starred into his eyes, willing him to let her
in.
“Fuck.” The raw rasp of his voice brought her body back to
melted butter status. She rubbed her thighs together. His eyes darkened.
“I gave you a chance to escape. Now we’re both damned.”
Standing in front of her, he wound her hair in his hands and pulled the strands
tight. He slanted his lips over hers. “Don’t let me down.” The whispered words
against her lips slayed her.
Her knees threatened to buckle as he claimed her, leaving no
inch of her mouth unexplored. Liquid ran down her center, soaking her thighs as
her core pulsed in waves. Detaching his lips, he released her hair and molded
his hand to her body. He slid it down her side and beneath her skirt to cup her
pussy.
“Mine.” The snarled word planted a seed of need inside her
soul to belong to someone who made her feel as if she was the moon and stars.
Shooter did that and more. He moved to grip her thighs and lifted her once
more. Wrapping him up in her legs and arms, she held on tight.
“I can feel your heat through my pants. You’re ready to take
my cock, aren’t you?”
Her walls clenched. “God, yes.”
“From now on this pussy is mine. You’re a good girl, aren’t
you, Juliette? You’ll follow my rules, won’t you?”
“R-rules.” The word gave her pause.
“There will be no other men.”
She shook her head in easy agreement. Who else could
compare? If she was in over her head, she’d tread water until he decided they
were done. At first she thought a man like him wouldn’t stay interested in her
for too long. Every day he showed her how wrong she was. A part of her wanted to
believe this was it. This man led to forever. It’s too soon. As he moved
through the apartment, she had a vague impression of bland, off-white walls,
bare of anything sentimental. They reached his room and he turned on the light
switch with his elbow. A king-size bed built to hold his large frame, draped in
crimson sheets and a black comforter took center stage. He tossed her into the
middle and shed his clothing.
Hungry for the sight of him, she drank in his appearance. He
had washboard abs, sculpted pecs and a body with little to no fat. She
salivated. When her gaze landed on his thick cock, she gulped. He was wide and
long. He fisted his base and stroked down to the purple head, yielding droplets
of pre-cum.
“See what you do to me, baby? How about a little taste?”
She sat up on the end of the bed and he walked over, lining
her lips with the tip of his cock. “That’s it, open those luscious lips of
yours and take me in.” She sucked him into her mouth and closed her eyes as the
salty flavor exploded on her tongue. Hollowing her cheeks, she bobbed her head
and took him deep. He was too much to fit in her whole mouth. But she took as
much as she could, opened her throat.
“Shit yeah, baby.” He fisted her hair and rocked his hips,
guiding her rhythm. She released him with a loud pop and traced the veined
underside of his dick. He tightened his hold and pulled her head back. “If we
don’t stop now this’ll be over way to soon.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You’re overdressed. I can fix that.”
He released his grip on her hair and stepped away from the bed. His member
bobbed in time with his steps. Before she could focus properly, her clothes
were hitting the ground. He disappeared from view. A drawer opened. The glint
of the silver package
back. ”
“You don’t just stop being an old lady, Juliette. Even after
the fact, your name will be inexplicably bound with mine.”
The words caressed her ears like a poem. “Maybe I like
that.” He couldn’t toss her aside like used garbage even if he wanted to. Like
a plan B just in case Plan A went awry. The fucked-up situation gave her
comfort. Knowing he wanted her so fiercely in such a permanent capacity made
her want to forgive him anything. I’m so much more damaged than I thought. “You can trust me, Shooter.” She starred into his eyes, willing him to let her
in.
“Fuck.” The raw rasp of his voice brought her body back to
melted butter status. She rubbed her thighs together. His eyes darkened.
“I gave you a chance to escape. Now we’re both damned.”
Standing in front of her, he wound her hair in his hands and pulled the strands
tight. He slanted his lips over hers. “Don’t let me down.” The whispered words
against her lips slayed her.
Her knees threatened to buckle as he claimed her, leaving no
inch of her mouth unexplored. Liquid ran down her center, soaking her thighs as
her core pulsed in waves. Detaching his lips, he released her hair and molded
his hand to her body. He slid it down her side and beneath her skirt to cup her
pussy.
“Mine.” The snarled word planted a seed of need inside her
soul to belong to someone who made her feel as if she was the moon and stars.
Shooter did that and more. He moved to grip her thighs and lifted her once
more. Wrapping him up in her legs and arms, she held on tight.
“I can feel your heat through my pants. You’re ready to take
my cock, aren’t you?”
Her walls clenched. “God, yes.”
“From now on this pussy is mine. You’re a good girl, aren’t
you, Juliette? You’ll follow my rules, won’t you?”
“R-rules.” The word gave her pause.
“There will be no other men.”
She shook her head in easy agreement. Who else could
compare? If she was in over her head, she’d tread water until he decided they
were done. At first she thought a man like him wouldn’t stay interested in her
for too long. Every day he showed her how wrong she was. A part of her wanted to
believe this was it. This man led to forever. It’s too soon. As he moved
through the apartment, she had a vague impression of bland, off-white walls,
bare of anything sentimental. They reached his room and he turned on the light
switch with his elbow. A king-size bed built to hold his large frame, draped in
crimson sheets and a black comforter took center stage. He tossed her into the
middle and shed his clothing.
Hungry for the sight of him, she drank in his appearance. He
had washboard abs, sculpted pecs and a body with little to no fat. She
salivated. When her gaze landed on his thick cock, she gulped. He was wide and
long. He fisted his base and stroked down to the purple head, yielding droplets
of pre-cum.
“See what you do to me, baby? How about a little taste?”
She sat up on the end of the bed and he walked over, lining
her lips with the tip of his cock. “That’s it, open those luscious lips of
yours and take me in.” She sucked him into her mouth and closed her eyes as the
salty flavor exploded on her tongue. Hollowing her cheeks, she bobbed her head
and took him deep. He was too much to fit in her whole mouth. But she took as
much as she could, opened her throat.
“Shit yeah, baby.” He fisted her hair and rocked his hips,
guiding her rhythm. She released him with a loud pop and traced the veined
underside of his dick. He tightened his hold and pulled her head back. “If we
don’t stop now this’ll be over way to soon.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You’re overdressed. I can fix that.”
He released his grip on her hair and stepped away from the bed. His member
bobbed in time with his steps. Before she could focus properly, her clothes
were hitting the ground. He disappeared from view. A drawer opened. The glint
of the silver package
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