Chapter 5
ACE
Primal satisfaction flooded me at her affirmation. The knowledge that I'd be the one to claim all of her firsts surged through my veins like liquid fire, tightening every muscle in my body with fierce possessiveness. She was mine and only mine.
A brief thought crossed my mind that being a virgin probably meant she wasn’t on birth control.
Instead of worry, a deep and surprising satisfaction swelled in my chest. I realized with a flash of clarity that I didn’t give a single fuck about the risk of pregnancy.
If anything, it thrilled me to know I’d have nothing between us.
The idea of planting my seed inside her and claiming her body in the most primal, permanent way made my cock throb painfully.
And I had no fucking intention of pulling out. But I didn’t say that aloud just yet.
Unable to resist the temptation of her soft, flushed skin, I captured her mouth again, a groan of satisfaction rumbling through me as I deepened the kiss.
My hands traveled down her subtle curves, my fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her dress and tugging upward.
She lifted her hips automatically, allowing me to peel the garment up and over her head.
I tossed it carelessly aside, leaving her lying beneath me in matching red lace panties and bra.
The vibrant color of the delicate lingerie perfectly matched her lipstick, and I paused, my heated gaze traveling over her body before coming back to rest on her mouth.
I traced the edge of her bottom lip with my thumb, smirking. “Thought I’d have this smeared all over my face by now.”
She giggled softly, her eyes sparkling. “It’s not supposed to come off easily.”
I grunted, letting her see my disappointment as I thumbed her plump lower lip again. “Don’t wear this shit when your pretty lips are wrapped around my cock.” Her eyes widened, and I grinned salaciously. “Want to see that red ring around me after you’ve sucked me off.”
She gasped, her cheeks flaming at my bold words. Before she could respond, I took her mouth again, my kiss hungry and possessive. With deft fingers, I unhooked her bra, sliding the straps from her shoulders and tossing it aside.
I broke the kiss only long enough to trail my lips down her throat, my tongue flicking against her sensitive skin until I reached the soft, lush curves of her tits. I cupped the gentle swells in my hands, my thumbs brushing teasingly across her nipples.
Her tits weren't big, but fuck if they weren’t absolutely perfect for my hands and mouth.
Lowering my head, I captured one hardened nipple between my lips, sucking deep with a rumble of pleasure.
I nibbled and teased, alternating between tender swipes of my tongue and sharper tugs of my teeth.
My other hand continued to toy with her neglected breast, twisting and pinching the peak until she whimpered softly beneath me, her hips arching restlessly off the bed.
Keeping my mouth latched onto her nipple, my hand slipped lower, grazing the waistband of her panties before dipping beneath the lace. I dragged a finger slowly between her slick folds, groaning against her skin as I found her soaked with need.
“Fuck, baby,” I growled, lifting my head to stare into her glazed eyes. “Already so soaked for me. Love how ready you are.”
I gave her nipple a final flick of my tongue and continued my descent down her body, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her trembling abdomen.
My hands hooked into her panties, tugging them smoothly down her thighs before discarding them onto the floor.
As I climbed back up the bed, she muttered something that sounded adorably frustrated.
“What did you say?” I asked, smirking.
She huffed. “You’re still wearing way too many clothes.”
I chuckled. “Not wrong, baby.”
Jumping to my feet, I quickly removed my cut, shirt, and jeans. Without any boxers, my cock sprang free—thick, heavy, and achingly hard. I caught her wide-eyed stare as she took in the full sight of me, her lips parting in shock with a hint of trepidation.
“Don’t worry,” I assured her gently, despite the fierce hunger surging inside me. “Gonna fit together perfectly.”
She nodded and swallowed nervously, her eyes still a little apprehensive even as they darkened with desire. I almost smiled, knowing by the time I actually sank into her, she’d be so needy and consumed with pleasure she wouldn’t even think twice about her fear.
Settling between her thighs, I spread her open with my thumbs, staring down at the slick, glistening flesh before me with a filthy appreciation.
“Look at you, baby,” I rasped, my voice thick with hunger. “So damn wet and fucking perfect. This pretty pussy was made for me.”
I didn’t hesitate, dipping my head to devour her.
My tongue swept hungrily between her drenched folds, tasting her sweetness and teasing her clit mercilessly.
I grasped her hips firmly, holding her steady as she bucked against me, moaning and gasping while I worked her expertly with my mouth.
I pushed her quickly to the edge, felt her tighten, then shattered her with a flick of my tongue.
She cried with pleasure as her thighs shook violently against my shoulders.
But I didn’t give her a chance to recover. Without slowing, I built her back up again, driving her higher and higher until she trembled beneath me. And just as she approached that next peak, I withdrew, leaving her dangling on the precipice of release.
Her breathing was ragged, her eyes wide and desperate.
I smiled darkly as I moved up the bed, covering her body with mine.
My hips settled between her thighs, notching the thick, swollen head of my cock at her entrance.
Teasing but not yet entering her yet, forcing Poppy to remain exactly where I wanted her—right on the edge, desperate and aching for more.
“There’s one thing I need you clear on, baby,” I rasped, staring deep into her hazel eyes.
They were glassy with desire, clouded by the ache I’d carefully built up, but I needed her to hear me first. It took every shred of my self-control to hold back.
“I’m not looking for temporary with you.
When I pop your cherry, that’s it. No going back.
You’re mine, and there won’t be anyone else. Ever.”
Her eyes widened slightly, the lust momentarily chased by surprise, quickly softened with a trust that punched straight into my chest. She drew a ragged breath and nodded, her voice soft but sure. “I’m yours.”
My control snapped, the raw possessiveness and relief mixing into something explosive as I sealed my mouth over hers.
I kissed her until she writhed beneath me again, desperate and needy.
My tongue tangled with hers, and I swallowed her gasps.
Her breathy moans only fueled my raging hunger.
When I finally broke the kiss, her heaving chest was flushed. She was beautifully wrecked by desire.
I slid my hips forward in one powerful thrust, plunging into her tight, untouched heat. Her virginity gave way, her innocence surrendering to my claim as I buried myself as deep as possible.
Poppy cried out, her eyes squeezed shut, and a couple of tears leaked from beneath her lashes.
The momentary pain twisted something fierce and protective inside me, making my jaw clench as I forced myself to stay still, giving her time to adjust. Remaining motionless was almost unbearable, every nerve screaming at me to move—to fuck, to possess—but I held on, determined not to rush her.
Leaning down, I brushed tender kisses against her temple, then her cheek, catching each tear with my lips. The small motion caused a slight shift of my cock inside her, and she gasped, her nails digging into my biceps. But the sound she made wasn’t pain. It was pure pleasure.
Her eyes flew open, bright and eager. My hips moved in a slow, shallow thrust, and she moaned, arching beneath as she panted, “Colter, please. Move.”
Thank fuck.
I pulled almost all the way out before slamming back inside her, my restraint completely unraveling.
“Fuck, baby,” I growled, thrusting into her again, deeper and harder. “You’re so damn tight. Squeezing me so hard I can barely breathe. Such a perfect fit for my cock.”
Her breath caught, her eyes widening and burning hotter at my filthy words.
“You like it when I talk dirty?”
Her cheeks burned redder than her already flushed skin, and she nodded.
“Yeah,” I grunted. “Fucking perfect for me.”
I didn’t hold back anymore. Couldn’t even if I wanted to.
Each stroke was possessive and rough, marking her from the inside out as mine.
“This pussy belongs to me now,” I groaned, gripping her hips tighter to hold her exactly where I wanted her as I drove into her. “No one else will ever touch what’s mine.”
“Yes, Colter,” she gasped, her nails clawing down my back, desperate to hold on.
Her beautiful hazel eyes were wild with pleasure, her mouth parted as each thrust stole another whimper from her.
“I could come just from the way you look at me when I’m balls deep in you.”
The sensation of having nothing between us, feeling her bare pussy gripping my cock, was more erotic and intense than anything I’d ever experienced. It drove me wild, reminding me with every stroke that she wasn’t protected. And I had no fucking intention of pulling out.
My thrusts became urgent, my hips slamming into her and hitting deep. I pounded into her with a desperate, animalistic need to breed her.
“I’m not pulling out,” I growled against her throat, my teeth scraping her soft skin. “I’m filling you with every fucking drop.”
She cried out louder, clearly too far gone to fully grasp the meaning of my words. But her pussy responded, squeezing around my cock so tight it almost pushed me over the edge right then.
“Your body’s fucking begging me to breed it,” I rasped.” You don’t even realize how loud it’s screaming for it.”
Poppy thrashed beneath me, her pussy rippling around my cock. She was so fucking close.
“You’re gonna come for me, Poppy,” I commanded, my fingers sliding down to rub rough circles over her swollen clit. “Come all over my cock, baby.”
She screamed my name, shattering beneath me. Her pussy clamped down, convulsing around my cock, and I roared in response, my release slamming through me like a freight train. I exploded inside her, my hips jerking wildly as I pumped every last drop deep into her womb.
When I was empty, my cock was still hard. I stayed buried inside her, refusing to let anything leak out. She was mine, marked and claimed, inside and out.
When I pushed onto my elbows to gaze down at Poppy, a small, satisfied chuckle rumbled in my chest. She was already asleep, utterly spent and overstimulated. I wrapped her in my arms and rolled to my back, keeping her tight against my chest.
Then I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, allowing myself to relax into contentment for the first time in what felt like forever. I’d claimed my girl, and nothing had ever felt more right.