Chapter 13 Anna
ANNA
You are worth protecting, too. Even if you don’t believe it.
The words drew me in like a fish to a worm, but it was the warmth of his lips against mine that held me in place like a magnet that found its home. His hand felt so good cupped against my cheek, and a fire in my gut stoked to a burning flame that spread throughout my limbs.
My hands tangled into his black shirt before I had a chance to get myself.
His growl got drowned out by the back of my throat as his tongue invaded my space. I stepped my tippy toes onto his boots, just to try and get a little closer. His arms swept around me as he walked us backwards into my bedroom, slamming the door closed with his hand.
I only barely heard him flip the locks on the door as our teeth clattered together.
“Bee,” I said breathlessly as I came up for air.
“Mine,” he snarled as his hand slid into my hair.
He tugged our lips back together and I grew lightheaded from the sensation.
He held me to him, practically crushing my curves against his mountainous form.
He was bulky and chiseled. He had the softest little bit of padding against his stomach that cradled mine so well.
Before I knew it, I was on my back, my bed catching me as I fell.
I missed my bedroom, which was the room that Cap and Ariel picked for themselves.
But it was a small price to pay for the safety of everyone in my house.
Our clothes came off in a flurry until nothing separated us.
His mouth was everywhere. On mine. My neck.
His teeth, raking down my expansive tits until he drew one of my puckered peaks into his mouth.
A moan escaped my lips, lewd and loud as my legs parted for his body.
My thighs spread for him, accepting the bulkiness of his presence as his tongue laved against my sensitive skin.
“Christ, Bee,” I hissed when he tugged softly at my nipple.
“Fucking hell, you’re as gorgeous as I’ve always pictured.”
My brain stuttered. “You—think of me naked.”
“More than I care to admit, Anna-mine.”
Tears crested my eyes as his tongue lapped down my belly. He nuzzled against its softness, a facet of my body that I always tried to hide. He nuzzled and cupped. Massaged and licked. He sucked a small patch of excess in between his lips, and goosebumps shivered all around my body.
My pussy pulsed with a need to be filled by him.
“Brutus, please,” I whimpered.
I tried shoving his head down in between my legs where the aching throb of my need waited for him. But he didn’t budge. He just chuckled, kissing down the length of my thigh, all the way down to my toes.
He reared back long enough to suck my big toe into his mouth.
“What the—oh!” I squeaked out.
The sensation was so weird, and yet my pussy drenched as he kissed the soles of my feet. I felt myself dripping for him, and his fingertip reached out, sliding up my juicy slit. He gathered my wetness on his finger, and I watched him draw it to his mouth.
His gaze locked with mine, half-hooded with pleasure as he sucked my essence off his skin.
I couldn’t stop watching him as he crouched back down. As he prowled up between my legs. The brutality in his stare made him look like a predator, and I was his prey, caught right in his trap.
I never wanted to leave if it felt this good.
“Now be a good girl and lay back for me,” he said as he tossed my thick thighs over his shoulders.
My head collapsed against the pillow just as his tongue dove into my depths.
“Oh my God,” I choked out.
My hands flew to his hair, and I grasped on for dear life. I bucked ravenously against him, my veins shivering with a need for release. I wasted no time wrapping his lips around my clit, just to suck. Just to tease. And as I bucked against his face, I felt the stubble he hadn’t yet shaved away.
“Bee. Bee. Bee. Don’t stop. Oh God, please don’t stop.”
He growled as I felt a thick finger of his circling around my pulsing entrance. My toes curled as my bare heels dug in between the shoulder blades of his back. I wanted to flip him over. I wanted to ride his face. I wanted to look down at him as I came all over him, drenching him with my squirt.
But when I attempted to roll us over, all he did was reach up after teasing my entrance.
He pinned my hips to the bed.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” he said with a chuckle against my pussy.
I whimpered and whined like a goddamn cat in heat as he pulled away from me.
My legs flopped to the bed, my body worked up to a point where I felt a small sheen of sweat coating me from head to toe.
His body covered me in an instant, his bulkiness blocking out the entirety of the room I was temporarily shoved into.
I didn’t even realize he dipped toward me until his voice appeared against the shell of my ear.
“Your tattoos are fantastic. I wish I could take the time to properly trace them with my tongue.”
I groaned as he situated himself between my legs. “Why don’t you?”
“Because,” he growled as he notched himself at my entrance, and the thickness of his head made my back arch, “the scent of you is too enticing. I’m not that strong of a man.”
His thumb traced along my cheek, and I realized my eyes were closed.
I fluttered them open, finding his darkened face hovering just above mine.
He inched his hips forward, his girth spreading me like it was my first time.
My jaw unhinged and he laved his tongue into my mouth, capturing my sounds as he sank in, inch by thick inch.
My legs quaked as he spread me.
“So fucking tight,” he muttered down the back of my throat.
My hands raked through his hair before clinging to his shoulders.
I was so overwhelmed in the best of ways that my brain practically shut off.
All I knew was the electric pleasure coursing through my muscles.
The pressure of his cock against my walls sent my legs locking around him.
Well, as much as they could lock. The man was so broad that I couldn’t quite lock my ankles around his back.
That didn’t stop me from trying, though.
“So soft,” he whispered as he released my lips.
I panted for air as he sat fully sheathed inside of me. “Fucking hell, Bee. You got that weapon registered?”
He chuckled as his arms bracketed the sides of my head. “I’ve got some bad news.”
The haze around my head lifted. “Huh?”
He bent forward and nuzzled his nose against mine. “Now that I know how soft you are, we’re gonna have to do this again.”
I rolled my hips, causing him to grunt. “And you call that bad news?”
He slowly drew back and sank back into me, my walls fluttering around him.
My nails dug into the meat of his upper back, clinging to his muscles as they undulated beneath his skin.
I couldn’t even get a glimpse of his body, I was so encased in the euphoria.
The way he slowly drew back before sliding back in.
The sloshing sound our bodies made together.
The way he ground his hips against mine, tickling my oversensitive clit.
It was enough to drive any woman wild.
“Oh my God,” I whimpered out.
His face fell to the crook of my neck. “Bee is just fine, Anna-mine.”
I giggled softly and slapped his shoulder. “You’re so insane, you know that?”
“Insane for you. Now, hold on.”
I sure as hell didn’t question him, either.
He drew back one last time, and then set a relentless pace.
My body lurched against his with every thrust, and I felt the bed moving across the floor.
It scraped and groaned, and only then did I realize that we weren’t even lying on the bed the right way.
We were laying perpendicular on it. I didn’t care, though.
I just clung to him as his body pounded against mine, my tits jumping against him and my excess shaking with a need for release.
I’d never felt so full before.
I wanted to feel like this all the time.
“Bee. Bee. I’m gonna—I’m gonna—I’m—I—You—”
“You take me so well, Anna-mine,” he said as he sucked on my lower lip.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Please, what? Use your words, sweet girl.”
An actual growl worked its way up the back of my throat. “You know what I need.”
“I don’t think I do,” he whispered as he stuffed me full.
His hand slipped in between our bodies.
The instant he strummed my clit, I was a fucking goner.
My back arched, his face fell to my tits, and it threw me over the edge.
My jaw unhinged to cry out his name, but nothing came out.
Stars burst in my vision just before my eyes rolled back, and the fireworks that went off behind my eyelids was a sight to behold.
The pleasure held me hostage as he rutted against me, nibbling and sucking on patches of skin on my tits.
I would be marked in the morning.
I loved the idea.
“Anna, dear God. I’m gonna come.”
“Give it to me,” I said breathlessly as I rolled my hips as much as I could.
“Take all of it. Every last drop. Just like a good little cum dumpster.”
His words shot me over the edge again as I felt him spilling into me.
Balls deep inside of me, he painted my walls until my head ached with the way my eyes rolled back.
My legs cramped with my toes being as curled as they were.
My nails raked against his skin, finding purchase on his body as I spiraled out of control.
And it wasn’t until he collapsed on top of me, his weight a comfortable blanket, that I was finally able to admit that, for once, I was fucking speechless.
The pleasure robbed me of my words.
I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that, but eventually, I felt him roll off. I damn near whimpered at the loss of him.
I worried he was going to leave like everyone else did.
“Please don’t go,” I said.
Softly.
My voice, small.
It was unlike anything I’d ever heard before.
“Oh, you’re not getting rid of me that easily,” he grumbled.
He hauled me on top of him as he laid there on his back.
“I think I’m dripping,” I whispered softly as I felt our intermingled mess dribbling from between my legs.
He threaded his fingers through my hair. “I don’t care.”
Then he pulled my comforter up our bodies until I was trapped in between it and his broad torso.
I was out like a light in seconds.