THIS MORNING HADN’T gone exactly as I had planned. I was up long before the sun, my body clock not giving a fuck about the time difference, and I waited to head into town as long as I could. By a quarter to seven, I was in my rented Jeep Wrangler, anxious to lay eyes on Jill. It wasn’t hard to find the place, but when I walked in, I was confronted with a sight I wasn’t prepared to see.
There’s something about Jill that has always called to me. Something delicate and pure; something precious and rare; something genuine and raw—whatever it is, it’s all Jill. Since the moment I laid eyes on her, I’ve felt compelled to protect her. Then I touched her, and it became something more. I fucked her, and I didn’t just want to protect her, I wanted to possess her. Just the thought of another man laying his hands on her pissed me off. Her body belonged to me—it responded to mine—and so long as I had anything to say about it, no other dick was allowed anywhere near her.
Then I walked away.
Seeing that fucker flirt with her, hearing him ask her out to dinner, it took everything in me not to grab the back of his collar and throw him on his ass. I restrained myself, barely, and then I felt it—I felt her awareness of me. The tension that has existed between us from the beginning, it filled the air. It was so thick, I thought I’d suffocate from it. When Jill finally looked up at me, I knew that I’d been lying to myself. One look into those gorgeous, big, blue eyes and I couldn’t deny that I didn’t come out here with no expectations. I didn’t travel across the country to offer her excuses and let her decide what the fuck she wanted to do with them. I came out here to take what’s mine.
And that’s what she is. Fucking mine.
By the time I walked out of the coffee shop, I was so worked up, I had no idea how I’d make it all day without another taste of her. As soon as I got back to the house, I changed into a pair of gym shorts and my running shoes. I went out for a long run, exploring the area and whiling away a couple of hours. Britton’s house is situated in the backwoods, on the outskirts of the small mountain town, and I trudged my way through the wilderness, enjoying the challenge of the terrain for a couple of hours. With more time to kill, I took a long shower before I went back into town and stocked up on groceries for the week. Finally, after a late lunch, I’d run out of things to do.
Whatever impatience I managed to rid myself of earlier is now eating away at me. I’ve been sitting in Britton’s plush living room, not at all taken by the comfortable, luxurious décor, for the last hour and a half, counting down the minutes. With each second that ticks by, I wonder how the fuck I managed to convince myself that I could forget her. I wonder how I managed to trick my dick into thinking that I didn’t need her. I got hard the instant I saw her this morning, and I’ve been fighting to keep my dick calm all day. Every time I remember the way she kissed me this morning, I—
Fuck.
I reach down and squeeze my dick, shutting my eyes and willing my body to calm down. When the doorbell sounds a second later, my eyes fly open and all hope of calm is eradicated. I get up, my heart pounding loudly in my chest as I make my way to the front of the house. I don’t hesitate to open the door, and the sight of Jill on the front porch—the sight of my woman on the front porch—it does me in.
She’s wearing the same plain, gray t-shirt and little white shorts she had on earlier; but now, her long, ashy blonde hair hangs loose down her chest and back. My eyes take her in greedily, and my dick presses against the zipper of my jeans uncomfortably, my need for her greater than it’s ever been before. She blushes under my open perusal, and I’ve decided I’ve waited long enough.
I step toward her, hooking my arm around her waist and pulling her against me. She sucks in a breath and wraps her arms around my shoulders as I lift her from her feet and bring her inside. I slam the door shut, set her back on her feet, and immediately reach for the button of her shorts.
“Leo,” she protests, dropping her purse to the floor before reaching for my wrists.
Her attempt to stop me is weak. When I’ve pulled down the zipper, I hook my thumbs over the waistband and yank both her shorts and her panties to the floor.
“Leo—what are you—? We need to talk!”
She shudders when I rise back up to full height, all the while running two fingers along her slit. I drag them slowly, wanting to feel every inch of what is mine, and then press the tips firmly against her clit. As I rub, she grabs two fistfuls of my shirt, her expression tortured as she breathes, “This is not talking. You said you’d—” Her jaw falls open when I feel my way back to her entrance and find her wet. As I slide two fingers inside of her, she stifles a moan before she goes on to say, “Explain. You said you’d—oh, god,” she sighs, her head falling back against the door in a thud as I beckon more of her arousal.
It takes no more than two strokes before she’s stepping out of her shorts, widening her stance for me. I reach inside of her further, curling my fingers in a come hither motion, and I know I’ve found her sweet spot when she tugs me closer. I dip my head, capturing her bottom lip between my teeth, and she pants, rolling her hips as she rides my hand. It’s hot as hell, and my cock grows achingly hard with our foreplay.
I bring her to the edge, where I can smell her desperation, and then I pull away completely. Her jaw drops in surprise as she stares up at me, and I smirk in response. Her eyes narrowing into thin slits, she mutters, “Bastard.”
Chuckling, I busy my hands freeing my dick. When I’ve got my clothes shoved below my ass, I lean down and take hold of the back of her thighs, lifting her from her feet and wrapping her legs around my hips. She claps her hands on my shoulders, her eyes lit up in anticipation, and I enjoy the sight so much, I pause for a moment to savor it.
“Lee—”
“You on birth control?”
“Yes, but—”
I don’t need to hear another word. Without preamble, I plunge my bare cock into her warm, wet, perfectly tight pussy, burying myself as deep as I can go. I groan, unable to move at first. She feels amazing—better than my imagination could ever dream—and my whole body buzzes with a furious hunger for more.
“Lee,” she sighs, her fingers finding their way up my neck and into my hair.
Our eyes lock as she starts to pull me closer, and I don’t hesitate to give her what she wants. I press my lips to hers, kissing her gently at first. When she flicks her tongue into my mouth for a taste, I lean into her and kiss her harder. Soon, I’m not even sure it can be considered a kiss. We suck, we bite, we pull—we battle until my dick is so stiff inside of her, if I don’t move, I’ll go insane.
Pulling my lips from hers, I ease my dick out until all that’s inside of her is the head. With her blue eyes staring straight into mine, I slam into her once more.
“Yes,” she moans when I do it again.
Wanting the moment to last, I keep it slow and hard, clenching my jaw tightly as I concentrate. Now that I have her wrapped around me, her cunt drenching me in her desire, it seems like forever since I’ve felt her. I grunt my own pleasure, surrendering to her completely as I fuck her without restraint. Every time I ram inside of her, we rattle the door and she gasps on impact. When I start to pick up speed, the sound of my balls smacking against her wet pussy echoes in our ears, and it makes me want more.
“Shirt. Off,” I demand, wishing to see her completely bare for me.
She does as I say, letting me go before reaching for the hem of her shirt. As she drops the garment to the floor, her hair falls all around her, and a low growl sounds from my chest. I let go of her waist, reaching up to grab a fistful of her thick strands. As I yank down on her, she arches her whole body, pressing her chest against mine. I dip my head, licking my way up the column of her slender neck, and she whimpers, her legs squeezing me at my sides.
“Harder,” she whispers, her voice so soft I can hardly hear it over the sound of our slapping bodies.
“You want something, baby?” I grunt, tracing the tip of my nose along her jaw. When I’ve reached her ear, I bring my lips against it and mutter, “Say it like you mean it.”
She moans, running her fingers through my hair before she takes hold of me and pulls my head back. I see the fire in her eyes as our gaze’s lock, and my chest swells as she demands, “Harder. Fuck me harder, Leo.” In her next breath, her voice dropping once more, she brings her lips to mine and murmurs, “I need you, Lee—I need all of you.”
“You better fucking hold on,” I insist, reaching behind one of her knees, then the other. I spread her open, splaying her against the door, and her grip in my hair tightens as I ram my dick into her with all my strength. Her jaw falls open, her face telling me everything I need to know—she’s on the verge of finding her release.
Knowing she can’t get there unless I give her one thing more, I keep her teetering on the edge until I feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine. Just before I come, I crash my lips against hers, kissing her roughly before I bite down on her lip. She flinches at first; then, as I let her go, she trembles in my hands, crying out breathlessly as her pussy clamps down around me.
I free a roar, my dick twitching before it swells and I spill my seed inside of her. Barely sated, I continue thrusting until I am spent. When I sever our connection, helping her down onto her feet, she rests her hands along my sides and props her forehead against my chest. I assume she needs a minute to find her balance, but then she shakes her head and takes a step away from me.
Muttering something under her breath, she drops down to scoop up her clothes before she looks around me and asks, “Where’s the bathroom?”
Frowning in confusion, I ignore her question and ask one of my own. “What did you just say?”
“The bathroom, Leo—I’d like to use it,” she says, staring at the center of my chest.
“Baby, look at me.”
When she shakes her head and tries to step around me, I reach up and take hold of the side of her neck. Using my thumb, I press on her chin, forcing her to tilt her head back, but she only looks down her cheeks.
“Jill—look at me,” I insist, trying to keep my voice low and even.
She doesn’t deny me, but she hesitates before she does as I’ve asked. When I see tears in her eyes, I bring up my other hand to hold the opposite side of her neck. I scowl down at her, confused by this sudden shift in her demeanor. Again, I ask, “What did you just say?”
“Where’s the—”
“Before that, baby—don’t fucking play with me.”
She hiccups, sealing her lips closed tight as tears spill down her cheeks. She swallows hard and then whispers, “I’m such a slut.”
“Bullshit,” I grumble, my scowl deepening.
“It’s what I said, Leo! What do you—”
“No, Jill, I’m telling you what you said is bullshit.”
She coughs out a humorless laugh, shaking her head as she tells me, “No. It’s not. You were right. We’re a good fuck. I don’t even make you work for it. It’s like I’m afraid that I’ll never feel with anyone the way I do when I’m with you, so I just take what I can get. No questions asked.”
Shuffling a step closer to her, ignoring the fact that my naked dick is still out, I slide my fingers around the back of her neck and up into her hair. Fisting it tightly, I clench my teeth together and mutter, “That is not what this is.”
“Oh, no? So you didn’t invite me over to talk and then, before you even said hello, decide to fuck me against the door instead?”
As much as I hate to admit it, she’s got a point. I pull in a deep breath through my nose, willing myself to remain in control of my frustration. If I’m not careful, I’ll fuck this all up even more than I already have. When another inhale doesn’t work, I let her go, pulling my jeans over my hips before I take a step back. Pointing a finger at her, I mutter, “That is not what this is. We’re going to talk. Bathroom’s down the hall on the right.”
Needing to get my head on straight, I don’t bother waiting for her response. Instead, I turn on my heel and stomp toward the kitchen.