The urge to truly claim her slammed into me harder than ever before.
“Yes. And I’ll tell you all about it later.” I’d reached the end of my patience. “Right now, I have one last room to acquaint you with.” I swept her up into my arms and started toward the door.
“Um, Beau?”
“Yes?”
“Can I ask you something?”
I kicked one of the double doors to the master open before I answered. “Anything. I have no secrets from you.”
“Exactly how many rooms does the ranch have?”
I walked up to the bed and dropped her onto the mattress, then blanketed her body with my own before answering with a charming smile. “Six.”
Isabella choked, then coughed and sputtered a few times, making me chuckle. It was so damn adorable I had to kiss her.
She immediately relaxed and wound her arms around my neck, opening her mouth so I could sweep my tongue inside. I fucking loved her taste. It was like candy to me, and I couldn't get enough.
All of the unspent sexual tension stored up inside me was testing the limits of my control. While a part of me wanted to undress her slowly, to savor it, the other—much louder and insistent—side wanted nothing more than to be skin to skin with my girl.
When I pulled back, my cock practically wept at Isabella’s passion-glazed eyes, flushed skin, and bee-stung lips. “You are so unbelievably gorgeous,” I said in a low, raspy tone. My throat was dry and tight from the effort it was taking to hold back.
She smiled sweetly and placed a palm on my cheek. “You make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“Then I’m doing something right,” I teased with a wink. She giggled, but the sound quickly turned into a moan when I cupped her luscious tits and gently squeezed them. I needed more, so I grasped the hem of her new dress and pushed it up and over her head, then tossed it somewhere behind me.
I’d picked the dress specifically for the easy access…and the fact that it hid her sexy body from anyone’s view but mine.
Her cleavage quivered with every choppy breath, her breasts straining against the confines of her lacy bra. When I had ordered new clothes for Isabella, I’d included new underwear, and I smiled, seeing that she’d put them on. My favorite part was the front clasp on the bra.
I unhooked it and groaned as the heavy globes spilled free. “Your tits are sexy as fuck, Isabella.” I cupped them once more and brushed the pad of my thumbs over the stiff, rosy peaks. “And just the thought of what they’ll look like when they are swollen and filled with milk almost makes me come.”
Her eyes widened, and I briefly wondered if I’d shown her a little too much of my obsession, but they burned with desire, and her back arched, pressing her deeper into my hands. “You like that idea, sweet girl?” I crooned. “Your belly full with our child and my lips drinking from your milky tits?”
Isabella’s thighs squeezed together, and she bit her lip, her expression shy, but after a few seconds, she nodded.
I grinned and kissed each nipple before letting them go and scooting down her body. She was left in nothing but a pair of white cotton panties. I’d chosen white because it seemed fitting since I was about to take her virginity. Perhaps that would have seemed crazy to others, but I didn’t give a shit about anyone’s opinion except Isabella’s.
As I glided my hands up her legs, my cock twitched in anticipation of having them wrapped around me. “So sweet,” I murmured when my fingers trailed up the sensitive skin in the crease of her thighs. “So innocent.” I grabbed a fistful of her panties. “All mine,” I growled before I ripped the fabric away.
Isabella gasped and clenched her thighs, but I was prepared for the reaction and was already pushing her open wide. “Don’t close them again,” I ordered.
Her center was pink and swollen, and her naked folds were already glistening with her arousal. My mouth watered as I remembered the feel of her juicy pussy on my tongue and her exquisite taste.
I hastily stripped down to my boxer briefs and knelt between her legs. When I glanced up, the expression on her face gave me pause. She was staring at the substantial bulge in my underwear, looking both intrigued and a little apprehensive.
Evidently, her quick peek at my dick in my office and feeling the bulge in my pants hadn’t prepared her to see the outline of my giant cock with its head peeking out the waistband of my underwear when I was so close to actually putting it inside her.
“Relax, sweet girl,” I said in a soothing voice as I gently petted her mound. “I promised to make it good for you, remember?”
“But…it’s so…are you sure it will fit?”
I almost laughed, but I could see that she was genuinely worried, so I matched her serious tone. “You were made for me, Isabella. I promise, we’ll fit together perfectly. It just might take a little time to break you in. I’ll be patient, and we’ll go as slow as you need.”
I picked up one of her hands and kissed the palm while I waited for her eyes to rise and meet mine. “I will never hurt you if I can help it.” The fear was receding, so I gave her a lopsided smile and winked. “Unless you ask me to.”
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