Mac

I was so done with this shit. One day…I’d only lasted one day. I knew it was pathetic but I was beyond caring at this point. My body was vibrating with tension—first from fear as I watched those bikes racing towards Bridget, then fury at the motherfucker who marked her beautiful skin, and now I was consumed by lust. Everything had come together and combusted, blowing apart my good intentions.

Cat was standing in the doorway watching, her eyes wide, and she had to jump out of the way so I wouldn’t run into her.

Bridget tugged on the back of my shirt, no doubt close to where her face was currently hanging. “Um…where are we going?” Her voice was hesitant, but with a thread of heated excitement.

I patted her ass and then used a firm hand to hold her steady as I jogged up the stairs. “You know exactly what’s happening here, Bridget,” I growled. “I’m done fighting this. Us. I fucking need you.”

“Okay!” she squeaked. I chuckled as I barged through my bedroom door and slammed it shut. Then I tossed her on the bed and came down over her. Her soft body melted under mine, and I groaned.

Somehow this slip of a girl had tossed my world upside down and then righted it, when I hadn’t even realized it had always been crooked.

I lowered my head and sucked lightly on her bottom lip before sealing our mouths together in a deep kiss. My tongue swept inside, and I grunted in approval when hers timidly tangled with mine.

“You taste like fucking heaven, baby,” I mumbled as I placed hot, wet kisses along her jaw and down the long column of her throat. She moaned and the sound shot through me, taking the little blood I had left in my brain straight to my groin.

I pulled back, just a little, and took in the sight of her sprawled on my bed, wearing my cut. A declaration that she was mine. In that moment, I knew, I’d have to figure out another way to bargain with Pierce. Bridget wasn’t going anywhere; I was keeping her. Age be damned. Fuck the rivalry with her father. Screw anything and everything that might keep me from her. I’d steamroll over anything in my way.

Part of me wanted to take things sweet and slow for her, but I was still amped up from almost seeing her mowed down and the fury at the bruising and scratches on her arms.

I practically ripped the clothes from her body and then quickly shucked my own. Fuck, but she was beautiful. All pale, creamy skin, with a sprinkling of freckles that I couldn’t wait to connect with my tongue. Rosy nipples puckered on her generous tits, begging for my mouth. Her blue eyes were wide and glazed with desire, while her flaming red hair was spread out around her like a halo of fire.

Gathering her tight to me, I hissed out a breath at the electricity that sizzled everywhere our naked skin touched. Her hands caressed my face before delving into my hair and yanking my face down so she could claim a deep kiss. I couldn’t help a small chuckle at her attempt at being aggressive. It was cute as fuck and yet, also incredibly sexy.

I shifted so my throbbing cock was nestled in the curls at the juncture of her thighs. Her pussy was hot, and I slid through her wetness as it coated the underside of my dick. I wanted so badly to bury myself fast and hard inside her, but her obvious innocence caused me to hesitate.

“Are you a virgin, baby?” I asked gruffly. I was pretty sure I knew her answer but I asked anyway, to be certain. I wanted her either way, but if some other motherfucker had touched my woman, I would hunt him down and wipe her from his memory.

A sweet blush stole over her face, spreading down over her chest. She nodded shyly and squirmed underneath me. “Don’t move like that, Bridget,” I snapped. She froze, and I immediately attempted to soften my tone. “I don’t want to lose control and be too rough with you, baby.”

Her blush intensified and her eyes dropped to my chest, staring intently at my ink. “What if I want you to lose control? To be raw and real with me?”

Fucking hell. This woman was perfect. So innocent and seemingly shy. But there was a wildcat hiding in there, I was sure of it. It was going to become my mission in life to get her to open up and be comfortable being herself.

“Gotta be gentle with you this first time. Don’t worry, someone is going to lose control,”—I grinned—“it just won’t be me.” I was determined and little cocky, completely confident in my ability to hold back. I’d never given myself to a woman completely. I’d never give up that level of control.

I didn’t wait for her to respond, instead I set about my goal starting with her deliciously tempting nipples. I sucked each peak in turn, lavishing them with my tongue and scraping them gently through my teeth. Then I kissed my way down her body until I was nestled between her thighs. “Been craving another taste of this pussy. Haven’t been able to get it out of my mind.” Since I would have to be careful when it came time to put my cock in her, I allowed myself to go a little crazy with my mouth at her core. I tongue-fucked her hard, reveling in her moans and shivers. Then I pumped her with two fingers while I feasted on her clit. It didn’t take long to drive her over the edge, and I lapped up every bit of her juices as she screamed my name.

Part of me could have stayed there all day, making her come over and over with my mouth and hand. But my cock was leaking heavily and painfully hard.

I climbed back up and slid my cock through her drenched pussy again, getting it good and wet, knowing her slickness would make getting my large dick inside her a little easier.

Slowly, I eased the tip in and already her pussy began squeezing. “Fuck, you’re tight,” I grunted. “Put your legs around me, baby.” She did as she was told, and I slid in another inch. I worked myself in slowly, allowing her to adjust to my size before moving deeper. By the time I was fully seated inside her, I was dripping with sweat from my efforts to hold back.

“Jared,” Bridget moaned as she writhed and her inner muscles clenched.

I fucking lost it. I pulled out, almost all the way, and then thrust in fast and hard until I was balls deep again. I felt mindless with lust as I repeated the action, increasing in speed and pounding my cock in her pussy. Her screams of pleasure fed my need for her and I shoved her legs up so her knees went to her chest. The new angle allowed me to slide in even deeper, and I shouted at the overwhelming sensation.

I tried to keep a thread of sanity about me, to make sure I wasn’t hurting her. But her hips bucked, meeting me thrust for thrust, her mouth opened and her head was thrown back in ecstasy.

“I could live inside your pussy, baby.” I growled. “That’s right, squeeze the fuck out of my cock. Take every fucking inch.”

“Yes! Jared. Yes!” she cried out.

I was close, I could feel the telling tingle in my spine. I leaned down and sucked on her nipples as my fingers deftly found her bundle of nerves and pushed her higher. Suddenly her whole body tensed and she shattered with an ear-splitting scream.

My cock exploded with my release as my roar of surrender practically shook the walls. I kept a steady rhythm, my cock filling her so full of my come it was spilling from her womb. To my shock, Bridget exploded once more and it set off another small orgasm in me. I would have thought my dick was thoroughly empty, but the ejaculations just kept on pulsing.

Finally, I began to soften as Bridget’s shudders subsided and our heart rates slowed. Fucking A. I’d never experienced anything like this, it was fucking intense.

I stared down at her gorgeous face in silence for a few minutes. Her eyes were closed and her face was filled with blissful contentment.

This had changed everything, and I had to make sure she was completely aware. “Baby, look at me,” I gruffed. Her eyes opened languidly, the blue orbs hazy with afterglow. “There’s no turning back, Bridget,” I told her seriously. “This means you’re mine. Do you understand that? I won’t be letting you go.”