by Snow, Jenika
Linda gasped when my fingers touched her bare skin.
“That’s it,” I said against her mouth. “Give me those sounds.” I curled my fingers against her side, wanting to leave little marks on her body, a sign of ownership, that she was mine.
Moving my hand up higher, I felt the edge of her bra. I wanted that fucking thing off, wanted to feel the mounds of her chest in my palms.
Touch her.
My mouth was dry as I reached out and took one of her lacy mounds in my hands. I leaned forward enough that I could run my tongue along her bottom lip at the same time. I slipped my hand beneath the material of her bra, pulling it down and over the peak, and then ran the tip of my finger over her nipple. Shocks of electricity moved through me from the contact, and she arched against my touch for more.
Over and over, I pulled at her nipple, kissing her like I was drowning and she was my life preserver. But even if this was perfection, I needed us both naked, needed her in bed, and desperately wanted to be buried between her thighs.
I moved my mouth down to the base of her neck and felt her pulse beating rapidly. I licked and sucked at the spot, drawing the blood up to the surface and marking her.
Fuck, I felt primitive, feral.
“Jason.” She whispered my name, and it was so fucking incredible as it fell from her lips.
“Don’t stop.”
“Never, baby,” I murmured against her skin.
I reached behind, unclasped her bra, and pulled the offending material away, letting it fall from my fingers and drop to the floor.
I took a step back and looked my fill, loving that she only wore her panties now.
Perfection.
She was petite, thin, but fuck was she curvy.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I’d meant to say that to myself, but the words spilled out before I could stop them.
I didn’t stop myself from reaching down and palming my cock through my slacks like a horny teenager unable to control himself. But then again, around Linda, I couldn’t.
“I need you,” she moaned, and I all but lost it then.
I reached out and cupped her breasts, gently curling my fingers around the mounds until she closed her eyes and parted her lips. I leaned in and kissed her, unable to stop myself. And with my lips on hers, I knew I was at my breaking point.
And so I moved my hands lower, curled them around her hips, staying there for a moment before I let them slide to her ass. The mounds were perfect as I cupped them through her panties.
My dick was throbbing, and my balls were drawn up tight.
“Take them off,” she all but begged me, and I gave her exactly what we both wanted.
I looped my fingers under the band of her underwear and slid them down and off her legs.
And then for a suspended moment, all I did was hold the globes while I kissed her, fucked her mouth with mine.
“Christ,” I panted. I was so damn hard, harder than I’d ever been in my life. My fucking cock felt like it was made out of steel. I moved my mouth to her ear, trailing the shell with my tongue, feeling like I’d come just from this act alone. “I need you now, Linda.”
“Me too,” she said breathlessly.
I wanted inside her so fucking badly.
“I’m ready, Jason. Take me.”
Yeah, there was no going back now. No fucking way.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Linda
I couldn’t help but feel like I was floating, just about to drift away, because I couldn’t stay stable.
Jason kissed me hard, sliding his hands down to my ass, gripping the cheeks, pulling a gasp from me.
He had his big body pressed against mine, the feel of his hard dick digging against my belly through his slacks making me want to tear at his clothes. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight.
“More,” I groaned.
He grunted in response.
And when he moved his hand between us, touched my clit, I felt like I could have gotten off from that alone.
“You feel so fucking good against me,” he murmured out. He moved his lips down my neck, licking, sucking, and leaving his mark on me. “Mine,” he growled out, and before I knew what was happening, he moved a step back and started undressing.
All I could do was stand there and stare at him as he took off each article of clothing and showed me how hard and powerful he was.
We were both naked now, Jason back in front of me, both of us panting hard, heavy, the desire moving through us.
Identical.
I felt beads of sweat line my skin, pooling along the length of my spine, between my breasts.
His cock was like a rod between us, pressing against my belly, the wetness at the tip causing my pussy to clench.
There was no stopping this, and God, I didn’t want to.
“Fuck. That’s it, Linda.” He pressed his dick against me as if he couldn’t help himself. “Christ. This feels so good. You fucking feel so good.”
“Touch me more.” I was not above begging for what I wanted.
He had his hands on my bare ass, his fingers clenching on the mounds over and over again, groaning each time he curled his fingers into my flesh.
Jason started kissing me again, and before I could blink, he had us on the bed, my back to the mattress, him covering me with his hard, hot, and muscular body. I moaned when he slid his hands beneath me, gripped my ass again, and lifted my lower half off the bed so my pussy was rubbing along his cock now.
Jason started rocking back and forth against me, his dick sliding between my soaked folds, the pressure and movement against my clit nearly sending me over the edge.
His cock was a hard length between my thighs, hot and monstrous, my insides clenching in need and apprehension.
“Fuck me,” I said unabashedly, wantonly.
He grunted and thrust his hard cock against my pussy over and over again, humping me, sliding along the wetness until I gasped and clung to him.
Right now, I just wanted to feel him pushing into me, stretching me, claiming every inch of my body.
“You want my cock?”
I nodded. “God. Yes.”
“You ready for me, for all of me, all of this?”
I licked my lips and nodded. “I am. So ready.”
The sheets were so soft and cool against my overheated, ultra-sensitive body. For a second, he looked at my face, his gaze heavy-lidded. “Spread wider for me,” he ordered gruffly.
And I did, watched as he pulled back and looked down between my legs.
“Perfection. Absolute fucking perfection.”
And when I saw this shift behind his eyes, this primal, animalistic control take over, I knew without a doubt Jason was mine and I was his.
He was kissing me a second later, his body wedged between mine even harder, deeper. Jason never stopped kissing me as he reached between us and grabbed hold of his dick, placing the thick, pre-cum-coated tip at my entrance. He rubbed his cockhead along my cleft, up and down, bumping my clit with every upstroke.
I was at the point where I wanted him shoved so deep inside me nothing else mattered.
“There’s no going back, Linda. There was never any going back. Not now. Not ever.”
I gasped at his words.
He stared at where his cock would be buried in my pussy then started pushing into me. When the tip of his cock was fully wedged inside me, we both breathed out roughly, neither moving, our gazes locked on each other.
“Fuck, Linda,” he grunted out. “I’ve thought of this for so long, wanted it since the moment I saw you sitting at that table on our blind date.” He pushed another inch into me. “This is mine.” He shoved another inch in. “You are mine.”
I nodded. “Yes. Yes, Jason. I am yours.”
And then in one fluid motion, he thrust his hips forward, pushing all his thick inches into me. Jason groaned and closed his eyes.
“Linda. Oh fuck. Yeah, baby,” he panted. “You’re so fucking tight
. You’re so hot, and wet.”
My inner muscles clenched around him involuntarily.
“Don’t stop,” was my reply.
“I’ll never fucking stop, Linda.” He pulled out just an inch and thrust back in. “Yeah. Just like that.” He started moving in and out of me, faster and harder, but all the while looking right into my eyes. “Christ.” Jason kept moving slow and easy, letting me feel every hard, solid inch of him moving in and out of my pussy.
But as the seconds ticked by, his motions became more frantic.
He was so far inside me there wasn’t a part of me Jason wasn’t touching. I couldn’t even think straight, let alone form words. The sounds of our flesh slapping together, of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, had my pleasure mounting.
The sounds that came from me were low, erotic, and would have humiliated me if I wasn’t so turned on, so aroused. I’d never felt this way in my life, like I wanted to just lose control for good.
The root of his cock rubbed against my clit every time he slammed into me.
“Fuck, Linda. Your pussy is so tight and wet, so fucking hot. Squeeze those muscles around me.” Sweat beaded his brow, and he made this low, animalistic sound when he pulled out and then pushed into me especially hard.
My pleasure climbed so high I couldn’t grasp reality.
“God, Linda, baby.” He grunted and closed his eyes tightly. “You’re squeezing my cock so fucking good, milking the cum from me.”
His words were obscene, filthy. They turned me on more.
He reached between us and pressed his thumb to my clit, rubbing the bud back and forth while he tunneled in and out of me.
Jason opened his eyes and stared into my face for only a second before leaning down and running his tongue along my bottom lip, sucking the flesh in, gently biting it. His breathing was short, hard pants, and I knew he was close to getting off too.
He thrust into me again and again, applied more pressure to my clit, and I felt myself explode for him.
“Mine,” he groaned out. “Tell me you’re mine, Linda.”
I gasped and nodded.
“No. Fucking say it.” He pushed all those thick, hard inches into me again.
Jason thrust in and out of faster and harder. I got lost in the sensation, felt myself falling over the edge once more, coming for him.
“I’m yours.”
“Fucking right you’re mine, Linda.” He was fucking me like a madman, my pussy so wet the erotic, filthy sounds filled the air around us. “Come for me again,” he demanded.
And I did just that. It was like his words did something to me, made me feel lost and found all in the same breath.
I forced my eyes to stay open through my pleasure, watching Jason come as well, and seeing him go over the edge because of me was such a turn-on I probably could have gotten off again. The feeling of his cock swelling in me, getting thicker, of his cum filling me, was hot, erotic.
“Mine,” he growled out, and I felt him gently bite the side of my neck.
God, it felt so good. He felt so good.
And then more pleasure slammed into me. It was all consuming, sucked me down, held me there until I never wanted to leave.
And when he pulled out of me, a gasp leaving me because of the sensitivity, Jason rolled to the side. But he didn’t leave me lying there alone for too long. He brought me in close to his body, and all I could do was mold myself to him, to bask in the feeling of being with him.
“I love you,” I said, loving the words coming from me, loving that I could say them out loud to Jason.
I felt his hand go between my thighs.
“This is mine,” he said against my head, and I all but purred like I was just as wild as he was.
He was mine.
I was his.
And it felt so perfect to feel that in my heart.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Linda
I was pressed against Jason, every part of me completely spent, the euphoric sensations moving through me like a drug I didn’t want to stop.
I didn’t think I could’ve moved even if I wanted to. Which, of course, I sure as hell didn’t. Our skin was slightly damp from what we’d just done, and the sound of his heavy breathing, showing he was just as tired as I was, had me smiling to myself.
He kept me close, and I let myself close my eyes and just absorb the feeling of being here next to him, of finally giving in to what I’d wanted from day one.
With my hand on his hard, defined abdomen, my fingers played along the ridges of his six-pack. We’d been lying like this for the past hour, neither of us moving or speaking, the atmosphere content and relaxed. And the soreness I felt between my thighs was this steady, powerful reminder of what we’d done.
“You’re quiet,” he said softly.
“You wore me out,” I responded honestly.
The sound of his deep chuckle could have lulled me to sleep. “You know how to make a guy feel pretty damn proud.”
I shifted on the bed slightly, so I could tip my head back and look into his face. “And what if I didn’t wear you out?” I was just teasing, because I knew damn well he was completely spent, like I was.
He had his eyes closed, one of his arms bent and tucked under his head, but after a second, he opened his eyes and looked at me. The expression on his face was serious, and I felt the air around us change.
“Wearing me out doesn’t really describe what you’ve done to me, Linda.” The way he spoke those words seemed intense, as if that teasing note we just had vanished and seriousness had taken its place. “You’ve wrapped yourself around me, made me hungry only for you.”
I felt my pulse jackknife in my chest but rested my head back on his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heart beating. I’d found my future too.
Seemed like fighting these feelings was a lost cause. But never in my life had I wanted to lose at something so badly.
He tightened his arm around me, holding me to him, making me feel like I was the only woman in the world, that I was the only one for him.
“I can’t let you go, Linda.” His words were soft, gentle. They were spoken from the heart. I felt the truth in that. “You’re my future.” He cupped the side of my face and my breath caught.
It wasn’t exactly what he said, but the way he said it.
“Those are some pretty strong words,” I said honestly.
He nodded. “They’re the truth, Linda. The honest to God fucking truth.” He was silent after that, his hand to my cheek, his eyes locked on mine. “I think I fell in love with you that first time I stepped into the burger joint.”
My breath caught for a second time.
“And when I heard your voice, experienced your spunky attitude, I knew you’d be my downfall in the best of ways.”
I didn’t know what to say, how to respond. For long moments, all he did was stare at me, taking in every aspect of my face, as if he were memorizing every part of me. How was it possible for one person to look at me and make me feel like I was their entire life right in front of them?
He smoothed his thumb across my cheek. “When it concerns you, nothing else matters. The way I feel for you is so profound that it’s changed me, baby, showed me that before you I was just going through the motions, living in a sequence of events.” He moved his thumb over my cheek in a gentle sweeping motion. “So yeah, I really fucking love you, Linda.”
Jason leaned in and kissed me softly, and I let a small moan leave me when the scent and feel of him surrounded me. Never breaking the kiss, he slid his hand under the blanket, moved it along my belly, and slipped it between my thighs.
“I know I can make you fall for me as fast and hard as I did for you—”
“I love you,” I whispered then gasped as he moved his fingers through my slit.
I was already wet for him, and I knew I’d always be this way.
He closed his eyes and made this soft, approving sound in the back of his throat. I’d wrapped myself
around his heart, his life? Well, he’d done the same to me. He’d inserted himself in my world in the best of ways and I never wanted that to end.
I was wet. Soaking. So ready for him.
He growled low, that sound so alpha, so masculine. “My girl loves me.” The way he said that was almost as if he were stunned.
“I love you, Jason,” I said again then lifted my hips so he could add more friction.
“Damn, Linda. Look at that,” he murmured against my mouth. “You’re primed for me.”
“Then how about we do something about it?” I’d never in my life been so brazen and bold with my needs, but with Jason, I found it so easy to tell him what I desired.
And then he was moving on top of me, his big, muscular form pressing me into the mattress, the weight of his body making me feel wholly feminine. And it was the feel of him placing the tip of his cock at the entrance of my pussy, of him sliding deep within me in one fluid motion, that had everything else fading away.
I held on to him, knowing I’d never let go.
Epilogue
Jason
Six months later
I gave one more glance at baby Lorenzo, then looked at Soraya and Graham, seeing both of them staring down at their dark-haired little son. We’d come to visit them almost an hour before, not only to meet the newest Morgan addition, but to congratulate them on their recent marriage.
And although I was trying to pay attention to what everyone was saying, the only thing I could think about, focus on, was Linda. She sat right beside me, this little smile on her face as she held baby Lorenzo and stared down at him. He slept soundly in her arms, and my heart lurched in my chest, one thought going through my mind over and over again.
I want that. I want Linda as my wife, big with my baby, the mother of my children.
I glanced down at her left hand, at her ring finger. The two-carat diamond looked good on her, real fucking good. It meant she was mine, that she’d be mine legally this time next year.
