21. Mike
Twenty One
Mike
She’s too quiet.
That’s how I know she’s wet as fuck.
She’s sitting next to me in the truck, legs pressed together, breathing uneven, trying to act like I didn’t just throw her over my shoulder and carry her out of a bar full of people who now know exactly what’s about to happen.
My fingers flex on the wheel.
“You good?” I ask, voice low.
She hums. “You’re gonna wreck the truck if you keep gripping it like that.”
I cut her a look.
She grins. “Or maybe you’ll just wreck me instead.”
I nearly swerve off the road.
—-
By the time we hit the driveway, I’m hard enough to punch through drywall. She starts to unbuckle.
“Don’t move,” I growl.
She freezes.
I kill the engine. Climb out. Stalk around. Open her door.
Then I lift her again.
She gasps as I haul her against my chest, bridal-style this time, and stomp up the porch like a man with one purpose.
Claim. Breed. Own.
—-
The second the door shuts, I drop her on the couch.
She bounces once, eyes wide.
“M-Mike—”
“Take off your fucking clothes.”
She opens her mouth—smartass locked and loaded.
I yank off my shirt.
Her brain resets.
She watches my abs flex, jaw unhinged.
Then she reaches for the hem of her dress. Slowly. Teasing.
“Now.”
She strips.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
Naked and flushed and already glistening between those soft, thick thighs.
I drop to my knees.
She moans before I even touch her.
I bury my face in her pussy and don’t come up for air.
—-
She’s writhing. Hands in my hair. Crying my name.
And I don’t stop until she’s shaking so hard I have to catch her before she falls.
I lift her again.
Carry her to the bedroom.
Toss her onto the bed.
Climb up.
“Spread,” I rasp.
She does.
So pretty.
So ruined.
So mine.
—-
No condom.
Not tonight.
I drag the head of my cock through her soaked folds. Position. Press in.
Her eyes roll back.
I don’t start slow.
I claim.
Thrusting deep, dragging back, slamming in until the bed creaks and she’s gasping for every breath.
“You feel that?” I grunt.
“Yes—fuck—Mike—”
“That’s mine,” I growl, fucking her harder. “This pussy. These thighs. This whole body.”
“Yes—yes—”
“I’m gonna breed you.”
She moans like I just gave her an orgasm.
“I’m gonna fill you up,” I whisper, bending low, biting her earlobe. “And you’re gonna take every drop.”
She clenches hard.
I fuck her straight through it.
She begs.
She sobs.
She comes again.
And I keep going.
—-
When I finally lose it, I grip her hips and drive in deep, thick, hot pulses spilling inside her, my whole body shaking with how much I need to make her mine in every way.
I stay buried. Breathing her in.
Then I lean down, press my mouth to her neck, and murmur, “Tomorrow, I say ‘I do.’ But tonight? I already fucking have.”