Claimed (Club Sin 1)

He quickened his thrusts, not slamming into her but fast shifts of his hips warming her up. The feel of her slick heat wrapped around him like a damn vise, making him doubt his ability to hold his orgasm before he managed to get her to welcome him. In and out, he worked her sweet body, demanding that she accept him.

Lowering his thumb to her clit, he swirled the bud and groaned as she tightened around his shaft. Her pupils were dark and delicious, her lips parted, and staring at this beauty brought warmth into his heart.

While he didn’t mind her gripping the bedsheets to survive, he craved intimacy. “Put your hands on me. I want to make love to you, doll.”

In a second flat, her hands came up to his shoulders as if she had craved the contact yet waited for his command to allow her the right. Her fingers skimmed over his back, chest, and arms, exploring him. “You feel so good, sir.”

“As do you, love.”

With her touch simmering across his flesh, he thrust his hips forward, pushing himself inside her all the way to the hilt. “Perfect little cunt, Presley—all tight around me and so wet on my cock.”

The naughty words had the desired effect, moistening her further. He lowered his head to steal a kiss, and her soft moan brushed over his lips. His movements were easier now, and he groaned against her mouth at how his cock slipped in and out with ease.

Placing his hand under her bottom, he angled her up and thrust in with sharp, hard pumps. Her tight center clamped around his engorged cock, nearly making him cross-eyed. With each forceful thrust, the sounds coming from her mouth were new. He loved that about Presley, how each new pleasure she discovered brought new responses.

He increased his speed and forced all his strength upon her, and she had no choice but to scream against his commanding thrusts, no other option than to welcome his claim to own her. He gritted his teeth, using the power behind his muscles to pleasure his woman.

Her eyes had widened, tears were leaking from the corners, and her mouth was parted as screams ripped from her throat. Her cheeks were flushed deep in color as his pelvis banged against her sexy ass. Then those pretty screams cut off, and the contractions around his cock implored him as her lustful gaze pulled at his release.

He slammed forward and reached into her very center before he slid out slowly, only to thrust back in a hard smack. As the tantalizing scent of sex consumed him, he continued to torment her, and she went wild beneath him.

“Master . . .” Her head whipped from side to side, and her pussy became a clamp on his cock. “May I come for you?”

He thrust his hips forward in a powerful attack, and her uncontrolled shrieks drifted around him and sounded like the sweetest music to his ears. He pinched her nipple tight, making her jerk. “Oh. My. God,” she screamed.

Her other taut nipple begged for his mouth, so he treated himself and bit down on the erect bud. Arching her back, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. He loved how crazed he made her.

After a deep suck on a tight bud, she scratched his back—the burn indicating she’d likely drawn blood—and he stilled. Her pussy pulsated around his cock—so tight that his own release would blind him—but he craved to watch her explode.

He caressed her swollen clit, and she vibrated against him in her sexy way. Her inner muscles milked at his shaft to send her over the edge, and his stomach clenched, waves of hot pleasure engulfing him.

Dmitri couldn’t wait any longer. With thrusts he suspected she thought she could never survive, he drove into her relentlessly, savagely. His primal need to claim and possess her forced him to ignore the strain of his muscles, and he fucked her in a way that would leave a lasting impression.

“Come for me.”

Her lips parted wide, face flushed so deep in color, eyes went remarkably huge, and her breath cut off. It pleased him he’d given her permission because her orgasm rocked her so hard, his climax rose without warning.

She writhed beneath him with such a powerful force th

at her center spasmed on his cock with incredibly hard contractions, which brought forth his orgasm with a speed and intensity he hadn’t anticipated. Heat flooded his groin, and his balls tightened up close to his body.

The fury of pleasure rushing through his veins seized his muscles, and as his semen exploded out of his cock, his strength vanished. He dropped down on top of her with a loud roar as he bucked and quivered, spilling himself inside her. Each squeeze of her pussy massaged his cock until she’d greedily taken every last drop of cum he offered.

Not until she squirmed beneath him and laughed softly did any part of his mind return; nor did he possess the strength to move off her. His head was buried in her neck, and he leaned to the side to kiss her sweaty flesh.

“Wow,” she muttered.

He chuckled, rose up on his hands, and looked down at the well-used woman. Her hair was a mess, cheeks bright red, eyes glossy, and he had found heaven. “As I’ve told you before, compliments from a sub are always welcomed.” He shifted off her, removed the rope in haste from her thighs, then dropped it to the floor.

Presley hadn’t moved, boneless, and he liked her that way: exhausted, fully satisfied, and drenched in sweat. After he gave both of her thighs a good rubdown to get her circulation moving again, he slumped down on his back. He tucked her into his side, slowing his breath and settling his racing heartbeat.

Silence.

He allowed the quiet while they both recovered. However, once he’d caught his breath and his heart wasn’t pounding, he placed his forefinger under her chin to get her attention. He needed to settle one more thing before he drifted off to sleep, which would no doubt happen in minutes. “In the morning, we’ll get your things and move you in here.”

Her lips parted, though only a whisper of breath escaped.

After a long moment, she blinked and said, “I’m happy you want this with me.” A sweet smile curved the corners of her mouth, and her eyes twinkled. “Even though I think it’s a bit strange that you never . . . um . . . asked me if I wanted to be this committed to you.”