8. Rourke
ROURKE
No man has ever touched her. And no other man ever will.
I saw it in her eyes. That fear that I would be disappointed with her lack of experience. God, how adorable. If only she knew…
She is mine, and I’m about to make it official. My primal instincts are running wild, possessing me, driving my mind back to that Neanderthal state where the urge to claim and breed supersede anything else.
It’s going to be glorious. Feeling that tiny little cunt hole stretch around my crown as I spread her open, pump her deep, then fill her with my cum.
I can’t wait to see her eyes when she feels it.
That hot jet of my seed spraying into her.
When she realizes the implications—that she’s been bred.
Ever since I saw her lying there in the snow, lifted her up, and felt how cold she was, something inside me shifted.
Despite my caution, I knew there was something about her.
And now that I know she’s to be trusted, my entire world revolves around her. Around protecting her.
Once I bailed on the CIA and came up here, I was sure I’d made the right choice. But I always had the suspicion that something was lacking in my life. That something was missing.
And now I know what. It was her.
Avery has flipped a switch in me, lit up something that I buried long before I joined the Agency.
You have to put everything aside when you get into that line of work.
Emotion, feeling, doubt—you can’t have any of that if you want to live.
But now, it’s like a piece of me is re-growing. A limb I thought I’d lost.
Maybe it’s her fire. That sassy tone she gives me or the way she tried to fight her way out of here despite having no chance in hell.
Or maybe it’s the spirit she showed driving into that storm to save herself from Damon Vale.
I’m not sure. But what I do know is that the spark I feel inside of me whenever I look at her is real.
And I will never be able to let that go.
You, Avery, are mine.
I look around the room and see it through different eyes. Before, it was simply a place to sleep. Sparsely decorated. Functional. Now I see it—and the rest of the mansion—as an actual home. A place to raise a family.
It feels insane. I’ve been living up here alone, and then some random girl crashes into my life, and everything changes in an instant. She’s not like any other woman I’ve had. She’s more. So much more. Christ, she’s everything.
I taste her pussy juice as I smile and lick my lower lip for more.
I’ll be her alarm clock every morning, waking her up with my tongue on her clit.
She moans into my mouth as I envelop her lips with mine.
Pre-cum spills from my cock and onto her breasts as I roll her onto her back.
Her eyes move down as I sit back and stroke myself.
“Rourke, there’s no way…”
“Don’t worry, angel,” I growl, nodding at her glistening flower. “This belongs there. You’ll see.”
I kick my pants off and take her by the knees.
Spreading her open, I let my cock fall onto her mound, teasing her clit with my thick tip, causing her body to quiver with each stroke.
I groan hard. Just this simple movement, slicking my cock up with her honey, is enough to almost send me over the edge.
I bite the inside of my cheek and take a deep breath. No, not yet. She won’t be the same once I’m done with her. My balls ache as I meet her eyes with mine, and that’s when I see it. Behind the apprehension is an undeniable hunger. A desire we both share.
No more holding out.
I push slowly, parting her pink lips with my crown.
I bite my cheek harder as the warmth and the softness of her folds hits me.
Her hole is so goddamn tight it’s like a hungry mouth sucking me in.
A low growl ripples out of me as I tease her hole, watching her face twist in amazement as she watches me slide inside.
“You’re so big…”
“That’s right, angel,” I growl. “And you feel that?” I spread her with my tip, pushing just deep enough until I feel resistance. “That’s your cherry. Once I claim that, I own you.”
Her breath hums out like a desperate sigh and her head slumps over, but I grab her hair and bring her eyes to mine.
“You want it all. Don’t you, angel?” I’m fighting back my release as her hole begs for all my inches. “That slippery little cunt wants to stretch around my girth and milk my cum out of me. You’re dying to know what it’s like to be filled.”
Avery sighs again, this time more desperate. Her eyes trail down my body, following her fingers as she traces the lines of my biceps.
“God yes…” she mewls, her plump little lips a feast for my eyes.
I tilt my hips back and move up, grinding my slick shaft against her slit, pressuring her clit, which I know is pulsing with sensitivity. Hot blood rushes through my veins as I rock against her, grinding like two lovers on the dance floor.
I grab her tits with both hands as I move, up and down…up and down…
My balls slap against her hole with every stroke, and her moans grow loader and loader. Her nails dig into my skin as she clutches my shoulders. We kiss again, and my base instincts take over.
Who is this goddess? It seems impossible that a chance encounter would drive us together, but now that she’s here, I’m never letting her go. And not just because Damon Vale is out there but because I need her.
She is the missing piece of my life. And I’ll never be whole without her.
“Yes, grind against that big cock, sweet thing,” I grunt, her slick coating my balls and thighs. “Let me feel that soaked pussy against my thick shaft. Let that swollen crown stroke your clit. Come again for Daddy.”
“D–daddy?” Her voice is soft but unafraid.
“That’s right. I’m your daddy now, angel. And I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”
Her back arches as her body shakes, her tits warm against my chest. Each stroke brings me closer and closer to the edge—the edge where we’re about to meet.
“I’m…I’m right there,” she moans, gyrating her hips against mine. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and kissing me like a woman starved of love.
“Yes, come for me,” I growl into her mouth as her juices drip down onto the bed beneath us. We’re making such a wonderful mess. I squeeze harder on her tits, so plump and perky. Perfection. That’s what Avery is.
Her scream catches in her throat as she goes off. Her whole body goes tight beneath mine, then is wracked by a spasm that shakes the bed. Feeling her ecstasy is enough to light me up, and I soar over the edge with her.
“I’m coming, angel. Take all of it.”
I pump rope after rope of my sticky cum across her mound, her belly, and even some on her tits as I empty my balls. She cries out as each one lands on her. She loves it. Nothing like this has ever happened to her before. And it’s only the beginning. I’ve got so much more to show her.
As I lay my body down on her, I feel the mess we’ve made spread onto my abs. But I don’t care. I’m lost in her as I press our lips together, kissing her deeply, passionately.
I almost went all the way, but she’s an innocent. She needs to be introduced slowly.
“Why didn’t you…put it all in?” she asks between breaths.
“No need to rush things, angel.” I smile. “You’re not going anywhere. I’ll take your cherry soon.”
She looks spent, but her eyes blaze up at me. “Not going anywhere because I might be a spy?”
I chuckle. She’s fucking with me. “No, I trust you now,” I purr, brushing her hair back. “You’re not leaving because I’ve had a taste. And now I’m already addicted.”