I wanted to go slow, to show Moira that I could be gentle, that she deserved that and more.

I wanted to show her that I was a real man, and that meant I worshipped the ground she walked on.

There was no doubt I could make her feel good, because having her come for me, be unhinged, was my ultimate goal. I stared at her breasts, at the tight peaks, the rose coloring of them, and groaned right before I lowered my head and sucked a tip into my mouth.

I paid special attention to her breasts, making them red and even more swollen with my mouth. She was moaning for me, and fuck, it was the sound of the gods.

Not having her was so fucking hard. It was the hardest damn thing I’d ever done in my life. I stared into her eyes.

“There will be obstacles, hurdles because of the age difference, because Charles is your father, but I want you in my life. I need you, Moira.”

“I want you, too,” she whispered, her mouth slightly parted, her sweet breath moving along my lips.

I ground my cock into her leg, my dick so fucking stiff it was throbbing. “I love you,” I said softly. I smoothed my fingers down her neck, resting them over her pulse. “I’ve been celibate for six years, baby. And for the last two years, when I realized you were the woman of my dreams, I haven’t wanted anyone but you.”

She was breathing harder.

Moira was so damn gorgeous.

“Make love to me.” Her breath hitched, and I leaned down and took her mouth in a kiss again.

Her vulnerability and innocence slammed into me fast and hard. I listened to her soft moans, her verbal and nonverbal pleas for more. All I wanted to do was make her feel fucking incredible.

After several seconds I broke the kiss, needing this to go further. My mouth was still close to hers, but I didn’t kiss her again. I felt her breasts against my chest. The mounds were big and round, and my cock gave a mighty jerk. I pressed my dick against her again, letting her feel the stiffness of it.

“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.” I growled the words.

“Kiss me again.”

I did just that.

I found myself grinding my erection against her inner thigh, needing some friction, needing to be inside of her now.

My cock was hard, aching.

I was just as naked as she was. I grabbed my cock and started stroking myself, just looking at her laid out for me, like she was some kind of sacrificial virgin for me to devour.

And when she looked at my cock, watched me jerk myself off, I nearly came right then and there.

It turned me on knowing she watched. “I could take you right now and it wouldn’t be enough.” I gave my cock one more stroke before letting go of the thick, hard inches. I was right back on her a second later.

She moaned and arched up into me.

She grabbed my biceps and dug her nails in.

I looked down at where she had her nails in my skin. Fuck, that turned me on. My dick punched forward even harder, throbbing, my balls drawing up tight. I moved my mouth to the base of her neck, licking and sucking at the spot.

I wanted her screaming my name as I filled her, as I pumped her full of my cum.

She slammed her mouth on mine, speared her tongue between my parted lips, and kissed me like she was frantic for more. I’d give her more than she could handle.

I was desperate for her.

“Touch yourself for me, because of me, Braxton,” she whispered. Fucking hell.

I reached between us and palmed my cock. The tip was slick with pre-cum. I felt primal right now, so fucking possessive I wanted to mark her.

“All of you belongs to me.” I kissed her passionately. “And I belong to you.” I slid my palm down her belly, finally touching her soaking wet pussy.

She arched her back, her breasts pushed up, her mouth slightly parted from her pleasure.

“Fucking hell, baby girl. You’re mine.”