Chapter 11 #3
“Brogan,” she whimpered, her eyes starting to roll back in her head. “I could get pregnant.”
“I know.” Her pussy clenched hard around the words. I felt her inner walls grip my entire length, and a rough laugh broke through my groan as I lifted my head to watch her face. “You like knowing I’m going to leave myself inside you.”
Jacqueline bit her lip, shy even with my cock buried to the root. “Yes.”
The last of the pain had disappeared from her expression, replaced by a hungry need that gutted my restraint. I kissed her hard and started moving. Each thrust worked deeper, the bed creaking beneath us while her wet heat squeezed around my cock and her cries climbed in volume.
“Fuck, Jacqueline.” I hooked one arm beneath her knee and lifted it higher, opening her until the next stroke hit a place inside that made her entire body jolt. “You’re so fucking tight and hot.”
“Yes,” she gasped, her nails scraping down my back as I drove into the same spot again. “Brogan, please.”
“Please what?” I thrust harder, the headboard striking the wall with the first dull bang as my mind began breaking apart. “Tell me how good it feels having my cock buried deep inside you, stretching you. Tell me what you want.”
“More.” She wrapped both legs tighter around my waist, pulling me deeper while her body met every stroke. “Please, harder.”
That plea released something primal I had spent my entire life training into obedience. I braced one hand beside her head, caught her hip with the other, and gave her what she asked for. My thrusts turned hard and deep in a steady rhythm that matched the cries tearing from her throat.
The sight of her beneath me was so much better than every filthy dream I had suffered in the spare room that I nearly lost myself before I was ready. My balls drew tight, release gathering at the base of my spine, but I locked it down because I wasn’t coming until she shattered around me again.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered, catching one of her hands and pushing it between our bodies. “Rub that pretty clit while I fuck you.”
Her fingers found the swollen bud, and the first hesitant circle made her pussy clamp around me. I growled, my hips stuttering before I forced them back into rhythm. “Harder. Don’t be shy with me now.”
Jacqueline obeyed, rubbing faster as I drove into her, and the wet sounds of our bodies filled the room beneath the slam of the bed and her broken cries.
Her face tightened, her lashes fluttering as pleasure built, and I could feel her getting close in every desperate contraction around my cock.
I lowered my mouth to her ear and gave her filthy words I knew would push her over.
“You’re so fucking tight when you’re about to come. I can feel it. Damn, you’re perfect.” I bit gently at the tender skin below her ear, thrusting harder when her body shuddered. “Let go, baby. Need to see you come undone for me.”
She broke, crying my name as her pussy convulsed around my cock. “That’s it, baby. Ride it out. Let me feel it. Let me fucking feel you come.”
She clamped hard, and my control was ripped apart, driving into her through the violent pulses, chasing her pleasure until mine crashed over me with enough force to blacken the edges of my vision.
I buried myself as deep as her body would take me and came, thick jets spilling inside her while my hips jerked with every pulse.
“Mine,” I growled against her throat, holding her beneath me while my cock emptied into her gripping heat. “Every fucking part of you.”
Her arms tightened around my neck, and she whispered my name through the last tremors.
I stayed inside her while our breathing slowed, unwilling to give up the feeling of her body wrapped around mine or the possessive satisfaction of knowing my come was sealed deep inside her.
When I finally lifted my head, tears of pleasure shone along her lashes, but her smile was soft, exhausted, and entirely content.
I kissed her carefully, the hard edge of hunger easing into something warmer as I stroked tangled hair from her face. “You hurting?”
“A little,” she admitted, voice rough from crying out. “But I’m okay.”
I withdrew slowly, stopping when the movement pulled a quiet wince from her. “Fuck. You’re gonna be sore.”
I hated that I’d hurt her, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret anything about what we’d just done.
My cock slid free, wet with both of us. The sight of my release beginning to spill from her swollen pussy sent another possessive throb through me even though I had nothing left to give. “Need to take care of you.”
I scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom despite her sleepy insistence that she could walk, set her on the counter, and cleaned her gently with warm water and a soft cloth. Then I lifted her into my arms and walked back to bed, setting her in the middle before climbing in after her.
Jacqueline curled into my side as soon as I settled beneath the covers, one leg sliding over mine while her cheek found the center of my chest. I tucked her closer, palm moving down her back in long strokes until her breathing grew slow and even.
The ranch remained guarded, cameras covered every approach, and the woman in my arms carried my scent, my marks, and my release inside her.
I slept deeper than I had in years, with Jacqueline wrapped around me and the certainty that I had finally found the one place I was meant to stay.