by Kar, Alla
I stop next to the bed. Taylor sits up, so that I’m standing in-between his widely spread legs. God, I want to touch him. But, I don’t. I wait for him. He is in control and I love it. He always knows how to make my toes curl. He always knows where I’m begging to be touched.
Thick, long fingers reach out and trail the trim of my dress against my thighs. “I knew this would look good on you,” he whispers. “Too bad,” he says shaking his head. Before I know what he’s talking about, he’s reached forward and ripped the dress from my body.
My panties soak at the roughness of his hands. He tears it with one pull, tossing it to the floor. I watch it float down silently, too turned on to move. My stomach quivers when he rests one palm on my waist. “Come here, Mrs. Jacks,” he coos. That voice could drop any pair of panties.
Bolts of heat rush to my throbbing sex. One touch and I’m quaking with lust. With love. With want. Vividly tender gray eyes watch as he rubs one finger against the top of my underwear, traveling down to the crotch of my underwear. I whimper and he growls in response. Both eyes dart down to my lips and he takes them into his mouth before I have a chance to moan. All the while his fingers have made it between my underwear, stroking me lightly. His tongue slides over mine, right before he grabs me and lays me on my back. I relax into the comforter and I stare up at him. My fighter. My gladiator. The only man that will ever make me this happy.
He presses himself on top of me, tongue sliding slowly against the crease of my lips until I grant him access. He takes it with a fucking growl. His hand reaches around, turns me to my side. His palm engulfs my ass and squeezes. “God, I’ve always loved this ass,” he whispers against my lips. When he pulls back my mouth burns from the wetness of his. “I love every single inch of this body. Every muscle. Every fucking curve. I want you forever, Layla. Every goddamn day I want you underneath me, screaming my name.”
Christ. My stomach tightens and I sling one leg over his thigh, urging him closer with my hips. “Be patient, little hustler. I’m going to fuck you all night long. Let me taste you first. Let me love you,” he whispers. Ten rough fingers grab my neck, keeping me still as he holds me down. I moan, trying to deepen the kiss, but he keeps me at bay. Sucking and licking up my jaw. Sliding his tongue inside my mouth only to pull back.
I’m shaking with desire. How can he be this calm! “Layla,” he whispers against my mouth. “I’m going to put a baby in you one day. You know that?” he lowers his fingers back to my pussy, and starts to stroke me again. “Some of me inside of you. I’m going to put it in you.” He is growling now, like a fucking lion. While I shake and quiver as I rock against his two fingers. “But, not today.” He bites my shoulder. “Not tomorrow. Not for a couple of years. Because, you know why?” He rips my panties from my hips and I take a deep inhale of breath. “Because I want you for myself. I want to be able to fuck you senseless before we bring a child into this world.” He cups the back of my neck and grants me his tongue. I moan and suck, all the while riding his thick thigh that’s pressed between my legs. I feel his cock pressed against my hip and I’m dying to have it inside me. Deep. Far. Hard. Long. God, I’m shivering again.
“Say you want me inside of you, Layla. Say you want me forever.”
“You forever. Inside me,” I gasp, and he laughs against me. Before I can protest his laughing he is sliding out of his pants.
His erection springs to life against me. “Feel that?” I nod. “I’m going to fuck you with it. Then love you with it. Forever.” Teeth tear at my ear, and I scream. Loudly. “That’s it baby, scream for me,” he whispers. “These walls are soundproof. It is the honeymoon suite.” God, soundproof? I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything so fucking hot.
“Taylor,” I warn, because I’m about to explode. He smiles down at me, spreading me wide with his thigh. Pressing his erection against my entrance, he beings to rub me from front to back and then back again. I rock my hips toward him. The friction is burning me on the inside. “Please!” I scream.
Then he’s inside me. Hard. And long. Every delicious inch of him inside of me. Grabbing a handful of my hair, he tilts my hips up and gives me a rhythm so raw and animalistic I feel my insides turning into putty. I’m almost crying as he pounds into me. “Oh God, Taylor … Taylor … ” my voice grows louder with each thrust of those hips. That cock filling me so deeply, so fully like I’ve never been filled before.
“That’s it, hustler. Scream my fucking name.” He rests his forehead against mine as he continues to rock his hips into me. Then I feel his thumb start to rub against my clit, while he’s still pulsing inside of me. I lose myself in his touch, breaking down around him. My sex muscles tightening around his length. “Fuck me,” he screams, tossing his head back and pulsing deeper. I’m still coming, my head pressed against the soft bed, my legs wrapped tightly around him.
“Okay?” he asks breathlessly.
“Yes!” I scream, unable to contain my emotions as he feverishly rocks into me. He growls like he never wants out of me and thrusts deeper. Suddenly pulling me up and onto his lap, I straddle him. With one hand around my waist, he begins to rock his hips upwards, meeting each roll of my hips. He is whispering into my ear how much he loves me. Holding me tight onto his cock, as I ride him. My legs burn from the movement, but the feeling inside me is too strong to care.
Those gray eyes burn as he trails his fingers down the back of my neck to grip my ass in both hands. He lifts me and sits me back down quickly, until I’m riding him so fast I can’t think straight. I grip his hair and pull hard. He groans and tears at my jaw with his teeth. I’ve never been this wet. This turned on. A side of me I’ve never seen is showing, a feeling of lust and utter loss of control. I drown in it.
“You’re mine,” he whispers. “Fucking mine. Always. Forever.”
I press my hips down harder, begging myself to open deeper. To let him in so far he can get lost. So further than anyone else has ever gone. “Yours. Always yours,” I pant against those full, pink lips. He groans and slams me down until I crumble, again, around his pulsing cock. “Yes,” I moan, riding out my orgasm. Loving every inch of him inside of me.
He presses his nose into the crook of my neck, growling as he comes undone inside of me. His big body tensing as I continue to slide myself around his pulsing length. A guttural noise leaves his throat. “Mine,” he whispers again.
Pushing his dark black hair from his gray eyes, I stare at him. We’re both sweaty, breathing hard and gasping for breath.
Slowly, he pulls himself out of me, only to pick me up. He pulls the covers back and tosses me onto the huge bed. Carefully, he crawls toward me, pressing me against his chest. “Forever,” he whispers in my ear.
I nod, smiling into my pillow. Because I know this is exactly where I’m supposed to be. Here with Taylor Jacks. My big fighter that would lay his life down for me or my family. The man that’s man enough to love me forever and never leave. The fighter that has turned down so many fights over the last few months, picking his fights carefully before agreeing to them. All the while trying to keep me safe. His every thought revolves around keeping me safe.
Turning, I glare at his scruffy jaw and dark gray eyes. “Forever.”
With that cocky smile, he rests his lips on mine, sealing the deal.
The End.
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Other books by Alla Kar …
Make Me Yours (Forever #1)
You Are Mine (Forever #2)
Teach Me (Love Me #1)
Stroke Of Fear
Where You Are (Coming Feb. 2014)
Ranch Hand
Covert Ops: Shifting Pleasures
Play Me (Love Me # 2) (Coming Jan. 2014)
Kar, Alla, Forever Yours (Forever Series)
