Page 611 of Summer Heat
So ridiculously adorable.
Really, it’s a miracle I’ve waited a whole ten minutes to do this…
I pull her in for a deep, soul-reaching kiss, at the end of which, I literally yank open the white button-down shirt she’s wearing, feeling like a gratified caveman when I hear the buttons flying off and hitting the floor all around us.
Can’t say that I’ve ever actually torn the buttons off a woman’s clothes before.
With Summer, I’m thinking I may need to buy her a second wardrobe because I honestly don’t think I’m going to be stopping anytime soon.
She gasps, staring down at buttons scattered all over the floor. “I-I can’t believe you just did that,” she whispers, her voice sounding breathless.
“Been wanting to do that for months now,” I rasp gruffly.
Then to semi-apologize for my actions, I flick open the front clasp of her bra and lean down to taste one pert, stiff nipp
le, alternating back and forth from one nipple to the other at a slow, easy pace I’m fucking surprised I can keep. When her perfect, berry-like nipples tighten to hard little points, I groan and start sucking on them like a starving man.
My hands run over her slim frame, all muscle and tight lines, before I kiss my way down her smooth, toned belly. I slip her yoga pants down her legs and growl against her skin when I see she’s wearing her cute as fuck fruit of the day panties—raspberries today.
“You’re soaking wet.” I run the tip of my tongue against the little wet spot between her thighs, finding and rubbing her hard little clit through the fabric until the raspberries are nearly translucent from all her juices.
My fucking cock is going to explode. It’s pushing against my zipper so hard now I need to undo my jeans to relieve the pressure.
“Please,” she whimpers as I start stroking my stiff shaft in time with my tongue on her pussy.
“Please what?” I ask, wanting to hear her say it.
Her cheeks go pink and her voice drops to a near whisper. “I want to feel you,” she says in a tiny, heated voice.
It’s so fucking sexy to hear her tell me what she wants. “Where?” I stand back up so I can suck on her nipples again as I wrap her hand around my hard cock. “In your sexy little mouth? Or your pretty little pussy? Show me where you want me, baby.”
Shyly, she tugs the seam of her panties to the side and hops up on the dining table behind her, literally leading me to her by my dick.
Damn, I love how much I’ve corrupted her already.
I ease myself into her and do my best to enter her slowly, gently.
This is all still new for her and she’s still so fucking tight. But I’m only so strong. Her hot, slick pussy grips my cock like a tight fist, squeezing me tighter every time I push into her harder.
I’m already balls deep inside of her but I want to get deeper. I want more. I tug on her hair to expose her neck to me and she moans, tightening around the entire length of my shaft. Fuck.
I suck on her neck, knowing full well that it’s going to leave a mark. One she won’t be able to hide with her work t-shirts. And that thought makes me fuck her harder. I want to brand her as mine. I want the fucking world to know that she’s mine. Her muscles start clamping down on me, pulsing hard against my cock as the proclamation echoes in my brain.
“You’re mine, Summer,” I growl, feeling my cock grow harder and thicker just from hearing the words aloud.
I press my thumb against her clit and let her feel the edge of my teeth against her nipple. “Say it. Say this is mine. All of this. Your hard little nipples, this hot, tight pussy. Your brilliant mind, feisty spirit, kind heart. All of you. Mine. Say it.”
She doesn’t look like she can even hear me. Her eyes are glazed over, nearly mindless with bliss.
I reach down to hook her legs around my forearms, stretch her wider so I can thrust into her even deeper and at a new, better angle. She’s going to come, I can feel it.
But not before she says what I want to hear.
I slow down and make her feel every stroke, the entire length of my cock moving inside her.
Sucking hard first on one nipple, then the other, I fuck her g-spot until she’s whimpering. “I’ve marked your neck so every fucking guy on the work site will know you’re taken,” I whisper harshly between strokes, feeling an uncontrollable streak of pure possessiveness rip through my veins at the thought of everyone fucking knowing she’s mine. “I’m going to come so deep inside of you that you’ll still be dripping my cum out of you tomorrow. You’re fucking mine, Summer, now say it. If you want me to let you come, if you want to feel me come inside you…if you want me—”
“I’m yours,” she whispers against my jaw and just like that, my hips shoot forward like a fucking cannon, plunging my cock into her so hard and rough, my own teeth are rattling.
