Dare to Love (The Dare 4)

“Worry about it later. Right now, you and I are going to take a nice long shower.”

He kissed her softly on the lips and then turned her around and slapped her ass.

“Warner,” she scolded, reaching back to caress where he spanked her.

“With an ass like yours it’s too tempting,” he told her as she started the water up.

Warner let his eyes roam over Mercedes’s backside as she stepped under the spray. When she raised her arms up to wet her hair, he could see the outline of her large breasts. He watched the water trickle down her spine then over the curve of her ass that stuck out just so. He grabbed a hold of her hips and pressed his cock against the crack of her ass.

He ran a palm along her hips then across one cheek. She was small compared to him that his one hand looked so large against her body.

“I love this ass. I can’t wait to shove my dick in deep and make you come, calling my name,” he said, using his palm to slide over her waist then to her mound. He cupped it and she moaned.

She went to lower her arms but he scolded her.

“Keep those hands on the wall. Palms down.”

She did as he told her. She shivered and he kissed her shoulder.

“Good girl,” he whispered then kissed her shoulder again.

“Now open for me. Widen that stance and let me feel that pussy.”

He slowly stroked a finger up into her cunt and then used his other hand to pull her hips back toward him so her ass would stick out.

She rocked her hips in rhythm to his finger thrusts and then he pulled his fingers from her cunt and used the cream to press over her anus.

“Oh God, Warner, you’re wild. You know just how to touch me,” she said to him, feeding his ego, making his cock grow harder.

He licked her skin by her neck then put some pressure on a sensitive spot there. She lowered more and widened her stance.

“I’ve got something for you.”

“Mmm…I wonder what it is?” she asked and he pressed the tip of his cock to her pussy from behind. She tilted forward and he pressed into her.

He tried to go slow but he couldn’t. The way her ass stuck out just waiting for one of their cocks to sink into her turned him on. Then there was this part of him so set on claiming her, marking her his woman and his brothers’ in hope that it would keep those men at bay. It was such a primal thought. It made no sense yet every part of him needed to do it. To release his seed into her body and to have every part of her so no one but him, Taylor, and Kurt would ever have her.

He pulled back and thrust into her pussy. He repeated the strokes slowly, penetrating deeply. She kept her hands on the wall and he could see her breasts bouncing with every deep thrust.

“You feel so fucking good, baby. So good,” he said.

“More, Warner. More,” she begged and he lost it. He reached up and gripped her shoulders and thrust up into her. Easing his hands along her arms and then to her hips, he pulled back on them and began to stroke faster and faster into her pussy. He lowered down a little and began to rock and thrust, trying to ease the itch, the need to mark her, claim her, until he heard her cry out his name. Then he let go. He gave her all of him. His cock, his seed, his fucking heart. All of him, and he knew he would never be the same man again. He thrust a few more times, coming inside her as the anxiety and worry turned to contentedness. Mercedes was safe, right here in his arms, where she belonged.

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“You need to stop teasing him. He’s not always grumpy,” Mercedes said to Taylor, giving him a look as Taylor joked about Warner’s attitude. She thought he was a hard man. Intimidation oozed from him but it didn’t frighten her like it had before.

She touched Warner’s shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look. That earned Taylor a shake of Warner’s head and a dirty look.

“He’s got a piss-poor attitude and thinks he’s the boss of the house.”

“Me? Look at fucking Kurt,” Warner replied. It was obvious that Warner wanted the attention to go away from him.

“Why are you bringing me into this? I don’t say shit,” Kurt said and gave a firm expression toward his brothers.

Mercedes chuckled.

Kurt was pretty damn tough. He didn’t say much but he sure was big and strong. He barked words more than spoke them, but she didn’t think he meant to.