by Lena Lucas
Every time I pulled out of her, Wellsie’s pussy would tighten around my shaft, as if trying to suck me back in. Jesus Christ. I was stretching the hell out of her—I knew that, felt it. Because she was untouched, because her pussy was so unbelievably tight, my cock barely fit inside of her.
I’d taken her virginity and given her mine, and wasn’t that fucking incredible.
I groaned and buried my face in the crook of her neck, kissing her as I kept pounding my dick in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, angling her hips upward more, which allowed me to slide in even deeper.
Damnnnnnnnnn.
My hands were curled against the comforter by either side of her head, and I dug my feet into the mattress, really getting in there good and deep.
I started pushing into her and pulling out, my cock rock-hard as I slid into Wellsie’s tight heat, the slickness of her pussy juices making my movements fluid.
She’s made for me.
This possessive side rose up, the need to come inside of her riding me just as strongly as I was riding her.
I wanted her to take every last drop I had to offer her… and I had a lot to fucking offer her.
That thought had a spike of pleasure filling me. My balls tightened, my cock thickening up even more.
“Hold onto me, Wellsie. Touch me.”
Wellsie reached up instantly, curling her hands against my biceps, holding on, her nails digging into my skin. I fucking growled at the way those sensations moved within me. I felt her pussy muscles tighten around me, and heard a moan leave her at the sensation. I grunted from the pleasure/pain.
I rocked into her slick, juicy pussy, retreating and repeating.
Retreating and repeating.
In and out I moved, slow and steady, giving her time to get used to my size, to the stretching, penetration of my cock in her pussy. But with each passing second, I couldn’t help but start to lose control.
I felt like the very male, animalistic part of me started to uncoil the longer I moved into her. I gripped her waist tightly, feeling like I was snarling. “Oh. yeahhhhhh.”
Civility cracked within me and I started swinging my hips back and forth, thrusting even harder into her, this animalistic sound ripping from me at how good she felt.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck yeah, Wellsie.” My gaze was riveted to her chest, the high, round mounds swinging from the force of the sex. God, my mouth actually watered at the sight.
My eyes closed on their own at the feel of her inner muscles squeezing my cock in a stranglehold as she came.
“Yeah. That’s it,” I grunted. She cried out, moaning, her eyes also closed, her breathing nothing but harsh rasps leaving her parted lips.
And as I stared at her I was struck anew by how fucking beautiful she was.
Head thrown back.
Hands gripping the sheets.
Chest thrust forward.
A light sheen of sweat covering her as if diamonds lined her golden flesh.
Animal-like groans came from me as I thrust once, twice, and a third time into her before stilling and finally going over the edge.
And she came for me again, which had me roaring in triumph.
Her pussy convulsed around my cock as I filled her with my cum, this primal need to mark her, to have her smell like me, to make every single person know she was mine, was so sudden and powerful there was no stopping it. It was like a volcano erupting within me.
I knew without a doubt when I pulled out of her there would be a good sized wet spot, my orgasm going on and on and on, my load so thick and hot that it would be a testament of what she did to me in the most physical sense.
“Beau,” she cried out my name and it was fucking music to my ears, an auditory orgasm all in its own.
And then the pleasure started to lessen, the after-effects of what we’d done surrounding us. We both panted heavily as I leaned forward, my chest to her chest, our sweat-soaked bodies rubbing against each other. This was what perfection felt like. This was what pure happiness was all about. I finally understood. And I was aware I had a vice-like hold on her, but it was like I couldn’t have let her go if I wanted to.
Neither of us said anything, but we didn’t need to, because in this moment there was nothing that could break this bubble, this moment of contentment and happiness, and how everything in my world was right.
The one thing that meant everything to me was right in my arms.
“You're perfect,” I said against her mouth in what I heard was a very content, satisfied male way. I kissed her pulse point and forced myself to lean back--and I sure as hell didn’t want to, that was for sure. Being pressed against Wellsie was the best fucking feeling in the world.
I lay beside her, and although I’d come harder than I ever had--and made one hell of a mess between her thighs--my cock was still semi-hard, as if the length between my thighs hadn’t gotten the memo that I couldn’t do this with Wellsie all night long--even if I wasn’t opposed to that at all. At. All.
She was probably sore, with this being her first time too, and there’d been several times I’d snapped and hadn’t been as gentle as I should have. But she drove me wild and crazed in the best of ways.
I wrapped my arms around Wellsie and brought her closer to me, needing this physical closeness with her. She tipped her head up to mine, her eyes drowsy in post-pleasure, her chest to mine, her hand sliding along my bicep. I didn’t deny myself from kissing her, and got lost in the drugging feeling of her soft, gently moving mouth in time with mine.
I kissed her for long moments, not rushing this, just dragging my lips along hers, stroking my tongue against hers, loving the way her breath hitched and she started to scissor her legs against me, as if this easy touch was working her up.
My cock was now standing at attention, but the fucker wasn’t getting any action right now. That's not what this after moment meant.
“I love you,” I whispered softly against her lips.
She sighed and I felt her smile against my mouth. “I love you, too, Beau.”
I pulled her closer so she rested her head on my chest, her hand on my pectoral by her head, the warm, soft puffs of her breath moving along my flesh.
“I want more, Wellsie,” I found myself saying, wanting this openness and truth to always be present between us. I may have “known” her for years, but in the grand scheme of things we were just starting out. “I want it all with you.” I tightened my hold on her and kissed the top of her head. “I just love you so much.” I closed my eyes and absorbed the feeling that yes, my girl was actually with me, in my arms, letting me hold her.
“God,” she said almost wistfully. “That’s what I want, too, Beau.” She tipped her head back and looked up at me, the prettiest smile on her face. “I love you.”
And for the rest of the night I held her, absorbing in the fact I was the luckiest fucking man in the entire world.
EPILOGUE ONE
Beau
Six months later
I was a fucking nervous wreck. My hands shook. I was sweating. And my heart was racing painfully.
I pulled at the tie at my throat, feeling like the damn thing cut off my circulation.
God, why can’t I breathe?
“Dude, you’re gonna pass out if you don’t breathe.”
I glanced at Logan, who stood right beside me on the altar as I waited for Wellsie to make her appearance at the end of the aisle. I’d been waiting for this moment since the first moment I'd seen her. I didn't know if it would ever be my reality, but now that it was, Logan was right… I was going to pass out if I didn’t fucking breathe.
I forced myself to calm my respirations, taking steady, deep inhalations, and blowing them out slowly.
Six months had passed since the night we confessed everything… the night I finally gave my virginity to the only woman who would ever own every part of me.
And I'd never looked back. Neither had she. I would have married Wellsie the next day, but I’d wanted to
do right by her. And here we were, half a year later, the intimate ceremony about to go off, and me waiting like an anxiety-riddled mess because I couldn’t wait to see my girl walking down the aisle toward me.
And then the music switched, the guests rose, and I got tunnel vision as I stared at the double doors at the end of the aisle that slowly opened to reveal my bride-to-be.
And at the first look at Wellsie dressed in that gorgeous white gown, the veil covering her face from me, all I could do was tell myself over and over again this was really happening.
My muscles tightened. My heart stopped. And my breathing stalled again.
“Is this real?” I hadn’t known I’d spoken out loud until I heard Logan’s voice beside me.
“Sure as hell is,” Logan said in a hushed tone, the grin in his voice clear.
I heard a couple sniffs beside me, and knew it was Blythe, Wellsie’s sister and maid of honor, crying in happiness. But the world faded as Wellsie started coming closer, her father leading her down to me.
And when they stopped right before the altar, I met them, accepting Wellsie from her father, and leading her back up so we could get this show really started and she’d finally be my wife.
I was vaguely aware of talking, but I couldn’t take my eyes off my future wife, even if I couldn't see her clearly because of the veil.
“Beau?”
I blinked a few times and looked over at the officiant, his smile understanding.
“I’m sorry, what?”
The guests laughed softly.
As I started repeating what the officiant said, giving my heart and soul to this woman, adding my own vows because I wanted her to know how much I loved her, it was then her turn. And once we’d said all we had to say, when it was time to kiss my bride and “seal the deal”, I reached out with shaky hands and lifted the veil up and over her head.
“God,” I whispered. “I didn’t think you could ever be more beautiful… but right now…” My voice caught and I felt wetness on my cheeks. She reached up, her eyes shining, and ran her finger over the tears I didn't realize I shed. Wellsie started crying, too, both of us a mess, the sound of others crying for our happiness surrounding us.
“Are you going to kiss your wife, or leave me here desperately wanting it?”
I grinned and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in flush with my body, slightly bending her backward, and kissing the ever-loving hell out of the love of my life.
The guests shouted and hollered, a few whistling, and still I kissed Wellsie.
I forced myself to break the kiss even though it was the last thing I wanted, and as we faced everyone, I was a grinning fool who was finally complete.
Today, Wellsie had made me the happiest man on the fucking planet, even more so than she already did.
I looked at her again, standing beside me, her face already turned in my direction, her head tipped back so she could look into my eyes. She mouthed I love you, and I didn’t stop myself from kissing her again and again, murmuring my love for her continuously.
These last six months had been everything I dreamed of, fantasized about when I saw a future with this woman.
And still I kissed her. I wanted all these people who had gathered here to watch us get married to see my claim on my Wellsie girl.
And as I pulled back, my mouth still pressed lightly to hers, our breathing increased, I said, “I’m yours as you are mine. My stars in the sky. My heart in my chest.” I buried my face in the crook of her neck and just inhaled.
I was finally whole.
EPILOGUE TWO
Wellsie
Five years later
I cried out, “Dammit.” I snatched my hand away from the pot and saw the redness of the burn start to take up residence in my palm. I turned and switched the faucet on, cursing again when I knocked my wedding ring against the granite of the counter. “Well, shit.” I checked the diamond, making sure I hadn’t cracked it for good this time.
“Wellsie, you okay, baby?” I heard the heavy pounding of Beau’s feet as he rushed into the kitchen from the living room. He looked between me and the stove, then to the sink. “You burned yourself?”
I nodded as I held my hand under the rush of cold water. “And knocked my ring against the counter… again.”
He chuckled and came over to me, gently taking hold of my wrist and holding it up so he could see.
“It’s nothing major, but it hurts like hell.”
He made a deep noise in the back of his throat. “I bet. Looks red as hell.” He put my hand back under the water, then glanced at the stove again. “What were you making?” I didn't answer right away and heard him chuckle. “A new recipe you found on the Internet you wanted to try?”
I shut the water off when I was confident enough the burn wouldn’t have me cursing like a sailor once more. “Maybe,” I drawled and turned to face him. He was staring into the double broiler, the one that he’d turned off because, if not, I could have melted the chocolate inside.
“I would have helped you.”
“I know,” I said, and he turned to face me before smiling and coming closer. He had his hands around my waist, pulling me in closer.
“I just don't want you getting hurt.” He slid his hands over my waist and framed my belly, smoothing his hands over the five month pregnant mound that would get in the way of hugs soon.
“I know,” I said again and smiled. I rose on my toes and kissed him on the lips.
“So what were you trying to make?”
I looked around his shoulder at my baking paraphernalia I had gotten earlier in the week. “Hot chocolate bombs,” I said with a sudden surge of defeat and disinterest. “They looked easy enough online.”
He chuckled and turned to face the stove again, but kept one hand on my hip and the other on my belly.
The soft sound of someone approaching had me smiling and looking toward the entryway of the kitchen.
“Daddyyyyyyyyyy,” the little girl's voice that rang through the kitchen was high-pitched and pissed.
I chuckled again.
“Baby girl, I said I was coming right back.” Beau gave me a kiss on the temple before moving away from me and picking up our three--going on sixteen--year old. “And I even said I’d bring a snack so we can have that proper tea party.”
Lydia grabbed her daddy’s hands and looked at them before frowning. “No snack,” she pouted, and he chuckled before ruffling her dark hair. Lydia looked at me, her green eyes that were identical to Beau’s, narrowed in faux anger. She then sniffed the air, no doubt smelling the chocolate in the air. “Treat, momma?”
I smiled and said, “I guess. But only a little because we’ll be eating dinner soon.” Cue the pouting again and Lydia saying “no” over and over again until Beau whispered something funny in her ear and Lydia started laughing hysterically.
Beau walked back to me and I took Lydia, giving her round cheek a kiss. Beau wrapped his arm around me again and pulled me in close. He kissed my temple again and whispered, “I love my girls so much.”
I sighed in contentment. The little boy in my belly gave a kick and I placed a hand on the mound, not able to stop from smiling.
Who would have thought this would be my life? Certainly not me. I was so glad I'd pushed through my fear and finally told Beau how I felt. Because if I hadn’t grown that backbone and said to hell with the worry of rejection, I might not have ever found out he loved me, too.
“Auntie Blythe,” Lydia said, pointing to the kitchen window that showed the driveway. “Uncle Logan.”
I glanced out the window and smiled, seeing my sister and her husband, as well as their children coming toward the front door. This was my family, the ones who had yet to make it to the front door, and my little circle gathered around me.
“I love you, you know,” Beau whispered, and I glanced at him after setting Lydia down so she could run to the door and open it for the family. “God, I love you, too, Beau. I love you so much.” At my words, Beau
pulled me into his arms and held me tightly.
I could hear my sister and the kids laughing and talking just inside the foyer, and for the millionth time in my life since Beau had become mine and me his, I felt like the luckiest woman in the world.
PRIMED: A Possessive Alpha Romance
FILLED: A New Adult Possessive Alpha Romance
PURE: A New Adult Possessive Alpha Romance
HARD MATED: A Possessive Alpha Shifter Romance
STROKED: An Age Gap Possessive Alpha Romance
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Just a certified “cat person”, Lena is a girl from the PNW who loves to read any and all things romance. She loves it so much she decided to start writing her own books.
And her books are kind of… dirty.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Contents
Synopsis
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Epilogue One
Epilogue Two
Books by Lena Lucas
About the Author
