Claiming Beauty (Taking Beauty Trilogy 2)

“Then yeah,” I nodded. “Let’s ditch this place.”

He smiled softly, leading me towards his motorcycle. “Going back to your place?”

“Nah,” I grinned. “Yours.”

And so we did.

Thirty minutes later, fueled by the heat of the evening, we stumbled into his rental house. I say stumbled, because Dalton’s mouth was already pressed against mine, our lips instantly locking.

Dalton fumbled with the door locks, almost as an afterthought, while we furiously kissed. We barely made it into the house before our passions overwhelmed us. I could already feel his powerful hands – the hands of a marine – clamped firmly around my thighs, dragging upwards.

His impossible weapon yearned against the denim of his jeans, aching for my touch. It pressed into my leg, radiating extraordinary heat.

“Goddammit Dalton, I need you,” I purred breathlessly. “I never stopped needing you.”

“I know,” he murmured into my lips.

His hands slid up my body, tracing my curves with his rugged palms until he had them around my neck. I lifted my chin, letting him squeeze if he needed to, but instead he cupped the back of my head and pulled me into another crushing kiss.

“I love you, Clara,” he whispered between engulfing kisses.

I felt every nerve in my body spark with emotion, a whiplash of pleasure thrashing down my spine. My entire being curled up inside, taking his words and building itself up around them.

“I love you too, Dalton,” I replied with hesitation. As the words suddenly slipped from my trembling lips, I realized how right they were to say, and how much I needed him to know their truth.

I couldn’t just utter them fearfully.

He needed to understand their conviction.

I repeated it, fiercer this time: “I… love you.” As I did so, I let my fingers firmly wrap around his shoulders, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

With the powerful swipe of an arm, Dalton shoved a bowl of fruit and few misplaced possessions clean off the counter.

I let him shove me down to the surface, unbuckling my jeans and tugging them down my thighs. Ripping them off and yanking my panties down, I felt the cold surface and shivered…

Until his hot, yearning breath took me away.

He kissed down just above my eager pussy. The pressure sent a burst of intoxicating emotion through my core.

“Oh god, Dalton,” I murmured peacefully.

He slipped into place beneath my thighs, hoisting them over his shoulders. His strong fingertips dug into my skin as he secured me around his face, kneeling against a stool to hold himself into position.

I felt the flicker of his tongue against my clit, and just like that, I was undeniably his once more.

With the expert precision I’d come to expect from my experienced, talented lover, Dalton easily flicked the button of passion with the tip of his tongue. Diving into my hood, he lapped with broad strokes, teased with varied pressure, flicked the edge, and brought down his lips to push down upon my tender, needful clit.

“That feels so good, baby…”

Dalton continued downward, licking up the juices that began to lubricate my wet, demanding pussy. I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter for him. I loved every last little flick of his tongue and firm kiss from his lips.

“You taste so good, Clara. It drives me wild how much you love this… and how mouthwateringly wet you get, just for me…”

I opened my mouth to reply, but he was sucking on my tender clit again, driving me wild. I felt his fingers move, and then he was parting me with one of his digits.

“Your fingers are so big…”

He pushed inward, my pussy tight enough to love the width of his finger. After he primed me briefly, his lips still thrumming against the bead of my passion, I felt a second one join the first.

“You’re so fucking tight, babe. I can’t wait to have my thick, huge cock back inside you…”

His fingers curled in a come hither motion, instantly finding the bundle of nerves that needed him so much. He stroked carefully, drawing his fingers in and out as he pulled his mouth from my hood. His pussy-stained lips planted wet kisses along the seams of my thighs as he worked my body, and then onto the supple flesh of my thighs themselves.

“I need your cock, baby. Fill me, please…”

He withdrew from between my thighs, gently leading me back down from the kitchen island. I pulled off my top and unlatched my bra...

I couldn’t stop myself.

My fingers dove for his buckle, ripping his pants open grasping his hot, steaming cock. I started to part my lips around it, but Dalton stopped me.

“No way, babe. Not tonight. I’m so hot for you right now that I could come down your throat in an instant… and I want it to be inside you.”

I nodded, standing up to pluck the wrapped condom from his teeth.

“Alright then,” I smirked. He watched me with animalistic hunger, clearly turned on by my display of aggression.

Dalton drew me up, his eyes hot with desire. “That was hot, but I’m in charge,” he informed me, twirling me around and pushing me up against the nearest wall.

My palms instinctively caught up around my shoulders as he ripped off his clothes, dropping them in a scattered heap all around.

Within an instant, his hot, heavy body was pressed up against mine. With lust that only deepened in intensity, I felt small and awed under his pressure.

“Fuck me, Dalton,” I whispered hungrily.

I could swear that he straight up snarled in response as his hand clamped around my hips. The other one stroked his bulbous crown against the slickened lips of my opening.

He lasted a few seconds, teasing my body, until I felt his punishing length thrust into the steaming gash between my thighs.

“Oh god, you’re so big,” I gasped.

How could I have possibly turned THIS down?

Both of his hands planted against the backs of mine, threading our fingers together as his body pinned me against the wall.

“You aren’t leaving again,” he murmured with words laced in pure, fervent hellfire.

“No,” I replied. “Never.”

His pelvis thrust against mine again, and I quivered from my lips down to my toes. I had become so wet with anticipation that he was hilting himself up into me.

“NEVER. AGAIN. You belong to ME.”

“That’s right, baby,” I moaned with overwhelming satisfaction. “I’m all yours… I’ll never, ever try to leave again…”

His length slammed into my sopping pussy again, hard enough to almost send stars ricocheting through my head. The intense p

leasure was crippling my higher brain function, reducing me to a babbling and shivering mess beneath his blazing touch.

“Tell me how badly you need this, Clara. Convince me that you will never put me through this last week ever again.”

“Oh god, Dalton,” I trembled, “you fuck me so good. I’ll never go. Not today, not tomorrow, not in a million fucking years. Your cock was made for me. I’m a mess without you. I need you, always and forever. Whatever you want, whatever we’ll need, together…”

He pressed his lips to my ear, tugging at the lobe before delivering a kiss that left my entire body wobbly with quaking need.

“That’s right, babe… and I will always be here, always ready to protect you… whatever comes, we’ll face it. Together.”

I nodded. “Together.”

Even in my lustful haze, I knew what we were doing. We were signing a verbal contract, an unbreakable oath – us against the world, forever.

He pulled me from the wall, scooping me into his arms. As he kicked his discarded clothes out of the way and carried me to his bed, I felt the finality of this decision.

When he lowered me down to his sheets, I pushed him onto his back, took his cock in my hands, and began to straddle him.

“Wait, Clara, are you sure–?”

I smiled down at him, filled with love, longing, and desire… and soon, I knew, I’d be filled with his red-hot seed, too.

As I shoved my hips down hard around his incredible cock, feeling him inside me without a shred of hesitation between us, I gasped out our promise once more:

“Together.”

Chapter 20

With a start, I woke up in the middle of the night. A sluggish glance at the alarm clock nearby told me that it was the wee hours of the morning, and I silently, carefully extracted myself from Clara to pour a glass of water and clear my head.

Strolling across the apartment, I glanced over at my roommate – conked out in the easy chair again, snoring away in front of the television. Wasn’t expecting him tonight. That would have sucked if he’d walked in on the sex… He had fallen asleep during a Netflix run, and the next episode was queued up and waiting for a response.