Page 41 of Protecting Salvation

“I want nothing between us, Warren. This is real for me.”

“Fuck.”

His lips found hers in a kiss that bled every thought in his head into hers. His cock nudged her opening as he pulled her leg up over his hip, turning to kiss her sexy calf as he pushed inside. His eyes closed for just a second as he stopped and looked down at her, watching for any indication she was uncomfortable.

“Keep going.”

Her warm pussy was tight, like a fisted glove made from velvet and he knew if he lived a thousand lifetimes it would never be enough with this woman. Eyes locked on each other, he pushed into the hilt and stilled. He wasn’t a small man and the last thing he’d ever do was hurt her. Even if it almost killed him to feel her pussy clench and flutter around him and not move. “You good, sugar?”

“Uh-huh, yep but I think I’m gonna….”

Her breathing quickened as her core tightened, forcing a groan past his lips.

Fuck, she was gonna come just from having him inside her. This woman was going to kill him and he’d die with the biggest fucking smile on his face. “You want to come already, baby girl?”

Peyton sunk her teeth into her pillowy bottom lip and nodded.

“Then do it. Come all over my cock, sugar.”

He brushed a palm over her nipple and gave a small thrust and she came.

“Oooohhh, fuck. Oh, yes.”

If heaven and hell were a place, this was it, trying not to blow his load while the sexiest woman he’d ever met climaxed all over his cock. He began to move before she was finished, fucking her slowly. His hands couldn’t seem to touch enough of her fast enough. He worshipped her while she stroked her hands over his skin. Reaching her hand to the back of his neck she pulled him down for a kiss which seared his soul.

“So damn sexy.”

“How have I lived without this all my life?”

Pulling out, he didn’t give her time to complain before he lay flat and pulled her over him, lifting her over his cock and watching her slide down his length. The sight of her pussy swallowing his cock would live rent-free in his brain until the end of time.

Watching her let go as she kept one hand on his chest for balance and toyed with her nipples with the other was hot. Her back arched as she rolled her hips, riding him like a fucking queen.

“That’s it, sugar, ride my cock.”

He felt her pussy grow wetter at his words and grinned. She liked a little dirty talk it seemed. “You like that, sugar? You like me telling you what to do? How much I like seeing you fucking yourself on my dick?”

Her eyes, heavy and slumberous, found his and she nodded.

His palms spanned her ribs and he moved one hand down until his thumb stroked her clit. She was tiny compared to him, but she was the perfect fit for him. “I knew you could handle me. I knew your pussy would be the perfect fit, that I could fill you with my come and you’d love it.”

Her movements became choppy and he couldn’t resist taking over, holding her still as he fucked her from below, his thighs hitting the back of her ass the only sound now as he drove them both toward climax.

Her cunt squeezed him so tight it was almost painful but he loved it, and as she came he let his release sweep him under. His vision blurred for all the right reasons as he came harder than he ever had. On and on it went until she sagged into his arms spent, and he held her as he tried to catch his breath.

A mumble against his chest had him lifting his head and sweeping her hair back from her face. “What did you say, sugar?”

She lifted her head and gave him somewhat of a loopy grin. “I said you’ve ruined me for all men.”

“Fucking good. You ain’t having any other men. You’re mine now, you hear me? You. Are. Mine.”

Her tiny thumbs-up made him chuckle but he’d made his point so he just held her closer. She might think he’d ruined her but he was gone. For her, he was gone and he couldn’t be happier about it.