She gasped as his cock found her entrance and he slammed inside her. He moved her a little away from the wall and bent her over, keeping both of her hands firmly on the wall.
He fucked her hard, thrusting in her repeatedly. Her pussy felt raw, but with each touch of his cock within her, she felt herself getting wetter.
“Touch your pussy, baby. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
Releasing the wall, she touched her clit, stroking over her bud as Dawg slid his hands up, cupping her tits, pinching the nipples.
He didn’t stop fucking her.
The grip on her hips tightened even more, and she felt her release rush toward her, shocking her with how quickly and easily he brought it to her.
His cock stroked over her G-spot, and when she came, she did so, screaming his name, pleasure pulsing through her entire body. It was almost too much, and yet not even enough.
He groaned her name, pounding inside her.
She took his cock, not wanting anything other than the pleasure he gave her.
The hands on her hips tightened, and he thrust within her one final time, filling her with his cum. Each wave, each pulse, she felt the ice within her strip away as not only did he take possession of her body, but he also took possession of her heart as well. She was no longer oblivious to her feelings, but they were very real for him.
They were both panting. Neither of them ready to let the other go, and she closed her eyes, basking in the glow of what had just happened.
Dawg kissed her neck, his tongue flicking over her pulse, and she enjoyed his attention. “I’m never going to let you go,” he said.
“You don’t have to let me go, Dawg. I’m not going anywhere.”
He pulled out of her pussy and spun her around to face him. Her back was once again to the wall, and she felt his cum sliding out of her, down her leg.
His thumb traced her lips, and she smiled at him.
“You have no idea, do you? You’ve no idea how much I’ve wanted you, even when you’ve tried to fight me.”
She rested her cheek against his palm. “I wanted you as well. I just … I didn’t think I should want you.”
“No more fighting. You’re my woman. You’ve been in my bed for months now, and I’m not letting you go.”
“I don’t want you to.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “So, what are you going to do with me now that you have me?”
Lori squealed as he picked her up and carried her up to his bed. She didn’t fight. She didn’t want to fight anymore.
For the first time in her life, she actually felt safe, and she never wanted to lose that feeling.
Chapter Eight
“I still can’t believe why you’d want me,” Lori said.
Dawg smiled, tracing a finger down her back, curving across each hip. “And why not?”
“You know. I’m not in your line of work, nor have I ever showed you any real attention.”
“I’m going to cry because of that.” He winked at her.
“I’m being serious.” She rested her head on her hand, turned toward him. “Come on, be real for, like, a minute.”
“I’m real for a long time. You’re a beautiful woman, Lori. You were … different.”
“How?”
“Are you searching for compliments?” he asked.
“No. I’m curious. I want to know why you picked me.”
He sighed. “Women are … interesting creatures. Some women want me because of who I am.”
“The crime lord?”
Dawg winced. “I hate that name.”
“That’s what you are.”
“Sounds like some kind of superhero.”
“A crime lord is nowhere near superhero,” she said. “Far from it, in fact.”
“Okay, they want me for my badass reputation.” He moved so that he straddled her legs and began to knead her ass, spreading the cheeks wide and catching sight of that puckered hole. He knew what he wanted next. “Then of course you’ve got the women after my money. I happen to be very rich.”
“You are, are you?”
“Yes, very rich, and I’ve got excellent taste in jewelry.”
She giggled.
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the base of her back. She released a little whimper, and he didn’t stop. Sliding his fingers between her slit, he slid them inside. Their combined release coated his fingers as he brought them back to her ass, covering her anus. She tensed up but didn’t ask him to stop, so he kept on going, teasing her as he did.
“Then of course, there’re the women who just want to use me. To fuck me, and to say they fucked Dawg Hampshire.” He’d not been a saint before he met her. “Then I saw you. For a long time, you didn’t even look at me, and when I spoke to you, you didn’t seem impressed. In fact, you looked shocked and scared. Even as women have thought that in the past, they’ve always wanted my attention. You didn’t giggle. You didn’t try to get my attention, and in doing so, you got it. I knew you were different. I saw the darkness within your gaze.” He pressed against her asshole, and she whimpered.