With a mouth like Tucker’s, I might let him defy any damn thing he wants.
CHAPTER 13
TUCKER
Heat licks through me like a wildfire over a dry plain. One minute I was off to get breakfast and the next I’m carrying her back into the bedroom. I told myself to take it slow and easy. We had time, but with her hot little body in my arms, all I can think of is getting my cock inside her wet pussy.
And I know it’s wet.
She’s so responsive, and that’s half the problem. If she was shy or tentative or showed any inclination to move at a more cautious pace, I’d have backed off. But she returns passion for passion. I stroke my hand down one naked thigh and then hook it around my waist, pressing my erection against her bare sex.
“I was going to let you go, but you’re asking for this.”
She runs her tongue across the edge of her upper teeth. “I’ve barely said two words since you parked the golf cart. I’m an innocent.”
“Your cunt is soaking the front of my denim. Don’t know how innocent that is.”
Her cheeks grow rosy, but she throws her chin up defiantly. “That’s you. You’re the one who is turned on.”
“And you’re not?” I arch an eyebrow and drop a hand between us. Her pussy is slippery and swollen. I pull my hand away and raise my fingers between us. “Does this look like someone who isn’t interested?” I suck her essence off my digits. “It doesn’t taste like someone who isn’t interested.”
She bites down on her lip. “What does it taste like?”
I reach for her again, dipping into her core and then offering my coated fingers for her to try. Her tongue darts out for a tiny taste. “Tart.”
“And sweet. It’s the flavor of desire, baby.” I clean the rest of her off my hand before dropping her on the bed. “Brace yourself because all of that was an appetizer.”
I shuck my jeans off and lower myself between her legs. I use my knees to wedge her thighs farther apart. Her eyes grow wide as I take myself in hand and place the cockhead at her small entrance.
A nervous laugh escapes her. “Maybe we should rethink this.”
“Nope.” It’s too late now. “I’ve waited for over a decade to have you.”
“A d-decade?”
“You’re not the only one with a crush. I didn’t join the chess club because I figured the more time I spent with you the less control I would have. And it’s true. Look at me.” We both drop our gazes to my throbbing cock. “I’d have popped your virgin cherry in that tiny twin-sized mattress and probably gotten you pregnant. You would’ve had to leave school with a baby in your belly.”
Her cunt pulses around the head of my cock. The thought of having my baby excites her. My brain is about to blow.
“No more talk,” I say roughly. “I don’t mean to hurt you, but dammit, Cam, you’re a tiny thing.” I push inside as slowly and gently as I can, but I’m a big man, and she’s small. Her body was designed to take me in, but she’s not used to me yet. Even my two fingers were a tight fit. My massive shaft is stretching her to the limit.
She digs her heels into the mattress. Her hands fly up to push against the headboard. I scrape my mouth over her tits, teasing those nipples into hard points, sucking on the nubs until she arches and gasps in pleasure. Excitement arrows through my body. I push inside a fraction more and then move my mouth up her neck to capture her lips in a punishing, demanding kiss.
The heels of her feet dig into my ass, and her hands fall to my shoulders. She scrapes her nails across my skin, the scratches turning into divots as I drive forward, impaling her on my cock.
She screams as the pleasure crashes through her. Her orgasm flutters against my dick. “Eyes on me, babe,” I order.
Her lids fly open, and she pins her sweet gaze on me as I shaft her in a steady, smooth rhythm, trying to draw out her ecstasy as long as possible. She comes again. This time, I slide an arm underneath her and flip her over until she’s face down on the mattress. I pull her ass up and drive into her again, my erection slamming into her wet sex from behind.
My breath comes out in harsh rasps. My brain grows dark and blank. I’m functioning solely on animal instinct. I reach down and find her clit, pinching it between my fingers. She cries out, her sounds muffled by the pillows. I trail wet kisses along her neck and shoulder, claiming every part of her for my own.
A deep feral need drives me. I have to mark her, have to spill my seed into her crevices, have to make her mine so that all men know that she belongs to me. I slam forward until I bottom out, my cockhead striking the entrance of her womb.