54. Preston
CHAPTER 54
PRESTON
I'm racing down the highway as though I'm just a siren away from a high-speed chase, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles are white, even though my hands really want to be on Megan's beautiful little body.
Her laugh bounces off the car's interior like it owns the space. "In a hurry?" she asks. I throw her a look that's half-pained, half- savage as visions of pinning her to my bed and tasting every delicious inch of her flash through my mind. Now, I just need to make sure I don't explode in my jeans first.
"It's dangerous to provoke a man like me," I growl, making it sound light but meaning every damn word. She's sitting there with her black dress hugging those luscious curves, and I've got about three more seconds of control left before I lose my shit.
She grins at me like she can handle whatever I throw at her. "Better step on it then. That cute little Prius might beat you."
Oh, hell. She has no idea. I'm weaving around traffic, a race against my own fucking sanity. If it weren't for the promise of getting to taste her sweetness in the next five minutes, I swear I'd pull over and take her right here in the driver's seat.
I manage to kill the engine in the driveway without dying of a lust-induced heart attack. We're through the door, and I've got her over my shoulder, caveman style, by the time it swings shut behind us. She's squealing and laughing, a sound that zips right to my cock. It's a miracle I don't trip on the stairs.
In my bedroom, I set her down, trying to play it cool while Megan looks up at me with those wide, curious eyes. Her gaze flicks down the front of my body, stopping at the spot where it's pretty fucking obvious what she's done to me. "Wow." Her gorgeous eyes widen as she bites her bottom lip.
My blood runs hot, a fire igniting within me. “You can say that again.”
She laughs, a melodic sound that dances through the air as if I'm jesting. "Wow." Her lips curl into a sly, teasing smile. "I’m impressed." She steps back, perching herself on the edge of the bed, her eyes locked onto mine with a playful, challenging arch of her eyebrow.
My body pulses with a potent mix of desire and urgency, urging me to abandon any argument and focus on the passion simmering between us. “If you’re done distracting me, I’m going to devour your sweetness.”
“Devour away.” Her sultry wink nearly sends me over the edge, my control slipping.
Oh, I'm going to do much more than that . I grasp her ankle gently, pulling her enticing, curvy body to the edge of the bed.
"Where should I start?" I murmur as I hike her dress higher, my lips brushing softly against the top of her thigh. A shiver runs through her, or perhaps it’s me trembling with anticipation. My lips continue their journey, moving ever closer to the edge of her silky, lacy green panties.
"Or here?" I suggest, my voice a low rumble as I trace my tongue along the delicate lace, savoring every moment, every twitch of her body beneath my touch.
Her legs are over my shoulders, my mouth everywhere, my entire body throbbing with how badly I want her. She's already ruined me, and I couldn't care less. I graze her clit with my teeth, hearing her cry out, feeling her fingers dig hard into my scalp, her pleasure like electricity in my blood.
Her thighs start to shake around my head, and it's all I can do to hold on while she's gasping and writhing and crying my name. Her unexpected orgasm is all it takes to snap the final thread of my control.
"Preston! Oh God! Just… do it already!" She's almost screaming.
That sounds like an order to me. I let go of the last shreds of restraint and tear the dress straight down the middle. "Oops," I say, but the only thing I'm sorry about is not getting her naked faster.
Her bra is bright green, lacy silk, and barely-there. "You like ruining my clothes?" She raises an eyebrow, sass on full display.
"Oops again," I murmur with a playful grin, snapping it between my fingers before tossing it aside. I dive in eagerly, savoring the softness of her skin beneath my lips.
My lips trace a path over her nipples and across her silky skin, each touch claiming her as mine.
Her skin is warm and inviting as I leave my mark in a flurry of tender kisses.
The world seems to shift on its axis when she reaches between us, her nimble fingers curling around my throbbing erection. A surge of intense sensation courses through me, and I know I won't last much longer.
"Not yet," I groan, pulling myself free of her grasp just in time to prevent my cock from exploding. She pouts, her luscious lips forming a perfect curve as her captivating green eyes pierce through me, speaking volumes of desire. "You'll have all the freedom to do that as much as you want later, after I've fucked your sweet pussy a few times."
"Oh. Well. That sounds like a plan to me." She blinks several times, each flutter of her lashes sending a jolt to my heart.
She's impossibly, achingly perfect, and I can hardly believe this is real. I don't care what it takes. I'm going to marry this girl if it's the last thing I do.
I spread her thighs wide and sink into her in one slow, deep thrust. She's tight and wet and absolutely fucking perfect, and I’m not going to last long.
"Preston," she breathes, clinging to me, nails digging into my shoulders. I hold still, every muscle straining while she adjusts to the size of my cock. I don't know how I'm going to make it through the next ten seconds without coming.
Then she's moving under me, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts, opening for me. The look on her face is pure pleasure, and it undoes me completely.
I drive into her faster, deeper, holding nothing back. I want to possess her, claim her, make sure she never thinks of any man but me.
The air crackles with an electric tension as if the very universe is holding its breath.
Her eyes go wide, wild, and I know she's about to come. Her body contracts around me like a fist, her head thrown back as she screams my name.
I slow just enough for her to ride it out before rolling my hips and building speed again. This time I can't stop, even if I wanted to. Her soft cries turn desperate as she claws at my back, pushing me over the edge with her.
I come so hard I see stars, my vision going fuzzy white as my cock jerks deep inside her sweet pussy. My blood's on fire, nerves sizzling, mind blank except for one word, one thought. Mine.
I drop heavily on top of her, bodies still tangled, both of us breathing like we've just run a marathon. God, she owns me. I feel it like a brand. Part of me hopes she'll be carrying my kid by morning, even if it takes fifty tries.
The possessive bastard in me can't wait to see a ring on her finger, a swell in her belly, and spend a lifetime of waking up to this same intimate scene. I crush her against me, selfish and determined. This time, I'm never letting go.