Chapter 9 #2
“Fucking gorgeous.” I lower my head to take a hard bud into my mouth.
June gasps. “Oh.” Her fingers thread through my hair and she holds me against her.
My baby’s eager.
I walk her backward to the bed, kicking off my boots as we go.
“Take this off.” June tugs at my cut.
I slide it off my shoulders and toss it onto the dresser.
“Now this.” She plucks the fabric of my tee.
“Yes, ma'am,” I grin, grabbing the back of my shirt and pulling it over my head.
“Wow.” Her eyes go wide as she presses her hands to my chest, fingers tracing the lines of my tattoos with wonder.
And damn if her appreciation doesn’t go right to my dick.
“Lay down, baby.” She puts a knee to the bed, crawls to the middle, then turns onto her back.
My tongue swipes across my bottom lip. “The things I’m gonna do to this body.”
Her cheeks go crimson.
Running my hands up her legs, I reach for the button on her shorts and pull it open. “You wet, June?” My eyes jump to hers as I slide her shorts and panties down her legs, pressing kisses to every inch of her as I go. I can smell her arousal, and it’s intoxicating.
She nods her head up and down.
“Good girl,” I rasp.
Kissing my way back up her body, I nip at her inner thighs, the curve of her hip, the underside of her breast. I want to taste every inch of her.
“So damn responsive.” I smile into the crook of her neck.
“Please,” she begs against my lips. “I need… I need…”
“Shh…” I silence her plea. I know what she needs. Sliding my hand between her thighs, I groan. Her pussy is slick and hot. I circle her clit, and her hips jerk. “Easy.”
Fuck yes. My girl is hungry for it. I slide my fingers down to her entrance and she tenses.
I pull back slightly, looking down at her. “What’s wrong?”
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip like she’s suddenly afraid.
The hell?
My brows pull together. “Babe. You want to stop, all you gotta do is say so.”
“I’ve never...” she swallows visibly. “I’ve never done this before.”
I go completely still as my brain short-circuits, trying to process what she’s just said. She’s never…?
My brows hit my hairline. “As in ever?” She’s a virgin?
She shakes her head, those blue eyes never leaving mine. “Never. I always wanted it to be with someone special,” she says quietly.
Someone special?
I start to pull back. “Babe—” That’s sweet as fuck, but that ain’t me.
“No!” She locks her feet around the back of my thighs. “Please. I want it to be you.”
The realization that she’s untouched—pure—never been fucked by another man suddenly detonates something primal inside me. My baser instincts are screaming to claim her as my own so another man can never have this piece of her.
I search her eyes, and I don’t see any doubt staring back at me.
MINE.
The realization shakes me to my foundation, but I don’t care. Only one thing matters. I have to mark her, claim her.
With renewed purpose I cup her face in my hands, pressing my forehead to hers. “You deserve someone better for your first time,” I tell her as my cock throbs painfully in my jeans. “But I’m too much of a bastard to let anyone else have you—to have this gift.”
I reach for my belt and pull it free, then kick off my jeans and briefs until I’m as naked as she is.
“I’m going to make this good for you, princess,” I promise, surprised that I mean it. “I’m going to worship every inch of you.”
June’s pupils are blown wide, and her breathing is labored. She’s never looked more beautiful than she does right now.
Licking a path down her body, I take my time worshipping her with my mouth and hands. I want to learn what makes her gasp, what makes her moan, what makes her whole body tremble. When I finally settle between her thighs, dragging my tongue through her slick folds, she nearly comes off the bed.
“Journey!” she cries, her hands fisting in my hair.
“Scream my name, baby. Let everyone know who owns this pussy.” I don’t stop, working her with my tongue and fingers until she’s writhing beneath me, begging for me to stop. When she finally comes, it’s with my name on her lips and her thighs locked around my ears.
Her chest is rising up and down as she struggles for breath. “So fucking sexy.”
Moving up her body, I position myself at her entrance. I probe gently with the head of my cock, watching her face for any sign it’s too much.
“This might hurt,” I warn her, bracing myself on my forearms above her. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
She nods, her hands sliding up my arms to my shoulders. “I’m ready.”
Those two words nearly undo me. I push forward slowly, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me. She’s so tight. “Goddamn,” I groan. “Your pussy is strangling my cock.”
When I hit her barrier, I pause, pressing my forehead to hers. “Ready?” I grit, searching her eyes for any hint of hesitation.
She bites her lip and nods. “I’m ready.”
Yeah. My baby is ready.
Capturing her mouth with mine, I swallow her cry as I push past the resistance in one hard thrust.
“Fuck, baby.” I squeeze my eyes closed, willing my body not to move. Her hot little pussy feels like fucking heaven. So tight. So wet. So hot.
“You okay?” I groan, opening my eyes.
She gives me a watery smile. “Yes.” She shifts her hips. “I’m okay now.”
Holding her stare, I start to move slowly, rolling my hips in shallow thrusts that gradually deepen as she relaxes around me.
“Journey,” she pants, her eyes wide when the pain turns to pleasure.
“That’s right, baby,” I grunt. “You gave this to me.” I slam inside her, picking up the pace. “It’s mine now.”
Her head goes back and she rocks her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust.
Fuck yes.
“Yes,” she gasps, her legs wrapping around my waist, taking me deeper.
Losing myself in the slick heat of her body, I whisper filthy things in her ear—how perfect her pussy is, how she fits me like a glove, how no one else will ever know the feel of her cunt but me.
How I will bathe in the blood of anyone who tries to take her from me.
“You should have never given yourself to me, princess,” I growl, edging her closer to orgasm.
“But it’s too late. I’ve felt your slick heat.
It’s mine now.” I wrap my hand around her neck and her eyes fly open. “It’s mine now.”
Her soaking wet heat gets even wetter.
I don’t know what the fuck she’s done to me, but I’m under her spell. I’ve been bewitched by this beauty queen and her magic pussy.
Giving her neck a gentle squeeze, I reach between us with my free hand and circle her clit with my thumb. “Come for me, baby. Let me have what belongs to me.”
June’s head goes back and her back bows. “There it is.” With my hand wrapped around her throat, I pound her pussy harder and send her soaring over the edge.
Wailing loudly for the whole club to hear, my baby shatters beneath me, crying out my name as she drenches the bed beneath us.
It’s only then that I realize I never put on a condom, but I’m too far gone to care. I fuck her harder, faster, claiming her completely until finally, the pressure at the base of my spine explodes, and I follow her over the edge with a guttural groan.
Breathing heavily, I drop my gaze to where we’re connected and watch with primal satisfaction as my cum leaks from her swollen pussy when I pull out. Without thinking, I use my fingers to push it back inside her. Damn that’s hot.
“You’re mine now, princess.”
“Mmm,” she mumbles sleepily.
I fall onto the bed beside her and pull her against my chest. She fits perfectly, her soft curves molding against my hard edges like she was sent from the heavens just for me.
As her breathing evens out, it hits me how fucked I am.
June Calloway is under my skin. I never wanted a permanent piece in my life or in my bed.
I don’t have time for that shit. And yet—I glance down at the knockout spread across my chest and know without a shadow of a doubt that I’ll end any motherfucker who tries to take her from me.
And with a cartel coming for us all, I just might have to.