She is Mine: Steamy Instalove

“You don’t need to worry about him now,” I tell her. “I’m here to protect you.”

My hand slips into hers like it’s the most normal thing in the world. I lead her back to the elevator and take her up to my floor where the finest rooms in the hotel are situated. There’s a heavy silence between us, and I want to fill it by kissing her, by pushing her up against the wall, and exploring under that sexy dress of hers.

Somehow, I manage to hold back and I lead her to my room. I unlock it and step aside to let her inside, hearing her gasp as she enters.

This room is the definition of luxury. The four poster bed is bigger than anything I’ve ever seen before, and the huge windows open out with a view of Washington. The bathroom in here is almost as big as Sydney’s room downstairs. She deserves to be up here, enjoying the luxury like the queen she is. And I want to be the king at her side.

“This is amazing,” she murmurs. I chuckle as I approach the bar and pour myself another whiskey.

“I thought you’d approve. Drink?”

She nods and I open a bottle of white wine, pouring her a glass. She cocks her head to the side.

“How did you know that’s my drink?”

I shrug, my eyes fixated on her. “I guess I just know you.”

Her cheeks turn red and I feel my cock throb in my pants, desperate for me to grab her and take her. But I want to catch up too. I don’t want to rush this. Maybe we only have today, but a night can last forever if you’re smart about it.

I hand her a glass as she looks out at the view and she thanks me quietly. I sip my whiskey.

“So...Pittsburgh?”

She sighs. “Yeah...I guess so.”

“Why don’t you seem more excited?”

She chews her lip. “I don’t know. I realize I’m very lucky to be accepted to a college. I know that plenty would kill to be in my position. But studying has just never really been on the agenda for me, I suppose. It’s not my dream.”

“And what is your dream. Tell me,” I growl. She glances up at me in surprise. Maybe she’s not used to people wanting to hear what she has to say. Maybe they just see her incredible body and they want to explore it, but without getting to know her. As much as I want to feel myself buried deep inside her tight pussy, I want to know her in every way possible.

“I want a family,” she blurts out. “That’s all I’ve ever really wanted. I want to be a mother, a wife, a person who gives love. That’s the kind of job I’ve always seen myself doing. But my father...he thinks I should go to college. I can’t just tell him that I have no dreams to make a fortune for myself or chase a career...I don’t care about having a big house and an expensive car. Money means much less to me than the idea of a family.”

God, she’s perfect. My mind is running wild with thoughts of impregnating her right here, right now. I don’t want to hold off any longer. I want to fuck her hard and put a baby in her, over and over for the rest of our lives. Her dream feels like mine too. We’re perfect for one another.

“You know what you need?” I growl, turning my body toward hers. We’re close now, but not quite touching. “You need a man who can provide for you. You need a man who can bring home the bread for you and your children. You don’t need to go to college if you don’t want to. If your dream is to have children and a family, then that’s what you should do.”

She looks nervous as she looks up to meet my eyes. “That’s what I want,” she murmurs. I take her glass from her hand and put both of ours down on the bar. My hands find her waist, pulling her body against mine. I’m wild with lust, my cock pressing hard against my pants. I wonder if she can feel how hard I am for her. She’s trembling a little as I hold her, but she makes no attempt to stop me. I know she wants me as much as I want her.

“Let me be that man for you,” I growl, my lips crashing against hers.

Chapter Three

Sydney

His kiss takes my breath away. He holds me so close, his hands commanding my hips, his hard member pressed up against me. I can barely believe this is happening. I’ve spent so many years dreaming about it, and now that it’s happening, it’s hard to grasp that this isn’t a daydream anymore.

His tongue slides inside my mouth, exploring my own. An involuntary moan escapes me. He has complete control of me now. I belong to him. It’s always been him and it always will be.