Page 11 of She is Mine

She sighs. “Yeah...I guess so.”

“Why don’t you seem more excited?”

She chews her lip. “I don’t know. I realize I’m very lucky to be accepted to a college. I know that plenty would kill to be in my position. But studying has just never really been on the agenda for me, I suppose. It’s not my dream.”

“And what is your dream. Tell me,” I growl. She glances up at me in surprise. Maybe she’s not used to people wanting to hear what she has to say. Maybe they just see her incredible body and they want to explore it, but without getting to know her. As much as I want to feel myself buried deep inside her tight pussy, I want to know her in every way possible.

“I want a family,” she blurts out. “That’s all I’ve ever really wanted. I want to be a mother, a wife, a person who gives love. That’s the kind of job I’ve always seen myself doing. But my father...he thinks I should go to college. I can’t just tell him that I have no dreams to make a fortune for myself or chase a career...I don’t care about having a big house and an expensive car. Money means much less to me than the idea of a family.”

God, she’s perfect. My mind is running wild with thoughts of impregnating her right here, right now. I don’t want to hold off any longer. I want to fuck her hard and put a baby in her, over and over for the rest of our lives. Her dream feels like mine too. We’re perfect for one another.

“You know what you need?” I growl, turning my body toward hers. We’re close now, but not quite touching. “You need a man who can provide for you. You need a man who can bring home the bread for you and your children. You don’t need to go to college if you don’t want to. If your dream is to have children and a family, then that’s what you should do.”

She looks nervous as she looks up to meet my eyes. “That’s what I want,” she murmurs. I take her glass from her hand and put both of ours down on the bar. My hands find her waist, pulling her body against mine. I’m wild with lust, my cock pressing hard against my pants. I wonder if she can feel how hard I am for her. She’s trembling a little as I hold her, but she makes no attempt to stop me. I know she wants me as much as I want her.

“Let me be that man for you,” I growl, my lips crashing against hers.

Chapter Three

Sydney

His kiss takes my breath away. He holds me so close, his hands commanding my hips, his hard member pressed up against me. I can barely believe this is happening. I’ve spent so many years dreaming about it, and now that it’s happening, it’s hard to grasp that this isn’t a daydream anymore.

His tongue slides inside my mouth, exploring my own. An involuntary moan escapes me. He has complete control of me now. I belong to him. It’s always been him and it always will be.

“Sydney,” Austin growls. He’s so gruff, so hard, so masculine, but I know that I’m safe with him. He’d never hurt me ever. I’m drawn to his lips once again, kissing him desperately just in case he changes his mind. But he doesn’t show any signs of stopping this thing we’ve started. In fact, he scoops me up into his arms, his steely eyes boring into mine as he carries me over to the bed.

He lays me down on my back, towering over me with his hulking form. I watch as he begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned body beneath.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he growls. “I’m going to fill your tight little pussy up with my come. I’m going to make you mine. But first, I want to give you pleasure like you’ve never had before.”

He has my body trembling already. I don’t doubt that he can do things to me that will make my body succumb to his charms. I’m nervous, but I can’t wait for it.

Austin removes his shirt and then unbuckles his pants. His movements are slow and torturous. He’s savoring the moment, and yet I feel myself getting wetter and wetter, desperate for him to touch me. I’ve never experienced a man’s touch before and the waiting is almost more than I can bear. Watching his pants drop to the floor, my hips arch upward toward him, willing him to come closer.

He obliges.

He climbs onto the bed and grabs me all of a sudden. He pulls me closer to him, his finger hooking around my panties and removing them from under my dress. Then he hooks my legs over his shoulders and buries his face between my legs.

I cry out as the pleasure of his tongue exploring me hits me immediately. He licks my clit skillfully and I grip the sheets hard. I’ve never felt anything like it before. It’s like he knows my body so well that he can bring me to my knees in seconds. With my thighs clamped around his face, I feel a flutter of nerves, but it dissolves quickly as his tongue works its magic.

“God, you’re so wet for me, baby,” he growls. “And you taste so damn good.”

This is crazy. How many times have I fallen asleep at night thinking about this exact scene? I never thought any man would want to be this intimate with me. Now, the man of my dreams is worshiping my body like I’m his goddess.

I can feel myself building up to an orgasm. I’ve touched myself before, but it’s never felt anything like this.

“Austin,” I cry out as I hit my high. It consumes me entirely, giving me a taste of what heaven would be like. Austin doesn’t stop as I ride out my orgasm, continuing to use his tongue as he also slides two fingers inside of me.

The effect is immediate and insanely good. I feel like he’s taken me to a whole new level. I can feel my legs trembling uncontrollably, my breathing labored as my chest heaves. Having his fingers deep inside me is a new sensation for me. I half expected it to hurt, but I’m so wet for Austin that his fingers slide in and out of me easily, teasing me toward my next orgasm.

I cry out loudly as the second orgasm drives me wild. I’m seeing stars as the experience sends me to another dimension. I moan lustfully, feeling his pace slow a little before he slides his fingers out of me. I desperately want his fingers to return, but when my vision clears and I see that he’s fully naked now, his huge cock gripped in his large hand, I know that the next stage of this is going to be even better.

“Take off your dress,” he growls. “I want to see you...allof you.”

I’m shaking so hard that it’s almost impossible to grip the hem of my dress, but somehow, I manage to sit up and lift it over my head, and unhook my bra. As I sit before him completely naked, his eyes bore into me, taking in every inch of my skin. He growls in anticipation.

“You’re fucking perfect, Sydney. Has anyone ever told you that?”