You’re Mine (Crave and Claimed #6)

Chapter Six

George knew he was being a dick and he didn’t mean to be, but he was … confused.

First, he shouldn’t have had sex with Anna-Beth. Second, he’d taken her virginity. Third, he knew her family was intent on finding a suitable husband for her. Fourth, he wanted to do it again. This was another reason he left as soon as possible. Even though he didn’t want to hurt Anna-Beth—and now that he’d taken her virginity, the chances of that were low—he wanted her again.

How could he let her family find her a suitable husband when the truth was, he wanted her all to himself?

In all his life, he’d never been possessive of a woman. He enjoyed the company of many women, and he’d never wanted any of them to himself. Over the years, he figured he just didn’t need a woman in his life, or a family. Yet, when he looked at Anna-Beth, he felt himself falling for her repeatedly, and he just couldn’t bring himself to stop.

This was dangerous territory to him.

She was so close and the scent of lemon was so tempting.

“Why were you a virgin?” he asked.

He still couldn’t believe she’d been a virgin. She rolled her eyes at him, which he found so cute.

“Come on, you know what my family is like. Even Malcolm was constantly berating me about gold-digging men, and warning me about getting trapped by them. If you remember, five years ago, Malcolm nearly fell for a woman who was only after him for his money. Trust me, having sex isn’t easy.”

Damn it. Why did everything out of her mouth have to sound so fucking … true?

George tried to resist the pull of her lips, but it had been a week. A week, where he went into his office, worked himself to the fucking bone the moment the sun came up, and only when exhaustion took over did he stop.

Staring into her eyes, he wanted her so badly. Her beautiful blue eyes that seemed to be imploring him. He felt the thickening of his cock, and he groaned, and then kissed her hard. He knew he was making a mistake, but that didn’t stop him from kissing her. George expected her to push him away. It would be the sensible thing to do.

Anna-Beth clearly wasn’t sensible as she ran her hands up his chest, circling his neck, and then pulling him down to kiss him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he said, breaking the kiss. All he had was her body pressed against his own, but she did feel so amazing. He didn’t want her to stop touching him.

Pulling her away from the door, he continued to kiss her and walked her toward his bedroom. All the while, he tried to remember why this was a bad idea, but he kept ignoring it. There was no way this could be a bad idea when it felt so good.

She released another moan, and when he got to his bedroom, he felt another overwhelming need to get her completely naked. Stripping off her clothes, he threw them to the floor, and the moment she was naked, he took a step back and moaned. Anna-Beth was truly beautiful, and she made his cock so incredibly hard. He wanted her so badly.

His need for her began to flood him. The truth was, it had never gone away. Each day and night for the past week, he’d missed her. He wanted to be with her.

George had tried to be the voice of reason.

Anna-Beth reached out to him, and he didn’t stop her as she opened each button of his shirt. His patience was disappearing fast, and she put her hands within his shirt and began to push it to the floor.

He thought he was going to explode as she sunk to her knees in front of him and then started at the button of his pants. The zipper slid down his thick cock, and then she tugged at his pants.

This time, he did take over because he wanted them completely off his body and out of the way. The items offended him, and he needed to be naked for her.

Now that he was naked, Anna-Beth stood and he pulled her in close, kissing her, and then pressed her to the bed.

They fell to the bed together, and George moved her up toward the top of the sheets, as he took possession of her mouth. Running his hand down her body, he went from her knee up, going toward her pussy. She released a moan, and as he touched her sweet cunt, the sounds she made were addictive.

Sliding a finger inside her, he felt how wet she was for him, but also how tight. He drew that finger out of her pussy and moved toward her clit, circling the hard, swollen bud. There was no way he was going to fuck her until she had at least orgasmed, if not once, then twice.

Her tits were so close, and he leaned down, taking one of the large tips into his mouth. He heard her subtle moan and couldn’t help but smile at the noises she made.

So perfect, beautiful, and all his.

She can’t be mine.

Do you really want her to be with another man?

George couldn’t stand the very thought of her with anyone else but him.

Only he could have her.

Only he wanted her.

He didn’t know what he was going to do about her brother and her parents, but he pushed those worries out of his mind as he focused on the now. He was not going to miss up any opportunity to have Anna-Beth naked, in his arms, writhing in pleasure.

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Anna-Beth didn’t know how they had gone from arguing over what they were going to do, to this point, but either way she was happy they had ended up in his bed. His fingers were magical as they brushed across her clit.

She spread her legs wide, and George’s mouth felt amazing on her breast. He sucked at her nipple and then moved over to give her other nipple equal attention. She expected him to take her, but instead he began to kiss down her body.

Her whole body was on fire and she knew the only way to put it out was via George. He was the one who knew what he was doing. He kissed down her stomach and she expected him to go toward her pussy, but instead he kissed the inside of her leg.

Then, he lifted up and started to kiss from her knee, up toward her pussy, moving closer to her core. He stopped, and then went to the other leg.

She wanted his mouth on her body, and even though all he was doing was kissing her, it was enough for now.

He kissed up toward her thigh, and this time, he went straight to her clit, and as he sucked the nub into his mouth, she screamed his name, arching up. The pleasure was so intense and unexpected. She didn’t know what to do. Gripping the sheets beneath her, she moaned his name, and he growled her name against her flesh.

George flicked her clit several times, and then slid his tongue back and forth across her nub before suddenly moving down, heading toward her core.

She cried his name, not wanting him to stop, and it seemed he was determined to keep her at the very edge of pleasure, holding her just above it.

He moved down and pressed his tongue inside her repeatedly, and then pulled back to circle her clit.

She knew she wasn’t going to last. Her orgasm was so close.

A few more flicks of his tongue, and she came hard. His name spilled from her lips. All she ever wanted was for it to be his name, no one else’s.

George kissed her clit, and then moved up the bed. “Tell me if it hurts,” he said.

Anna-Beth knew it wasn’t going to, and as he began to thrust inside her, it felt so much better than the first time. She moaned his name, and he groaned.

Feeling a little bold, Anna-Beth reached for him and gripped his ass, tugging him inside her. She stared into his eyes, and she pulled him into her.

“Oh, fuck,” he said.

He was so big, she felt every pulse of him as he filled her up.

This is what she wanted.

Him.

George.

Anna-Beth didn’t know how she was going to tell him, but she wasn’t going to spoil what they had today. There would come a point where it would be the right time to tell him she loved him from the moment she had met him.

George took hold of her hands and placed them on either side of her head, holding her in place. He began to pull out of her tight pussy, and then slowly fill her. They both moaned as he did this.

She didn’t want to look away. He was so … stunning, and he felt amazing.

Lifting to meet him thrust for thrust, Anna-Beth marveled at the fact it didn’t hurt. She didn’t want him to stop. This is what she’d been hoping for.

George pulled out of her, and then, inch by inch, he slowly sunk inside her. He took his time, drawing out every ounce of pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said.

She wanted to tell him the same, but the words wouldn’t come, and she moaned his name instead.

He went slow, then fast, driving inside her with force that took the breath right out of her. She didn’t want him to stop, not for a second.

Anna-Beth didn’t know what she loved more—when he went fast, or when he went slow. Either way, she loved the feel of him inside her.

“Oh, fuck,” he said, and then she felt him thrust hard and deep within her. His cock pulsed, and she closed her eyes as his orgasm rushed over him.

They had certainly crossed another line today, but she didn’t care.