Claiming Macie (Crave and Claimed 2)

Her hands shook a little as the cold still seeped into her bones.

She managed to pour the hot liquid into the mug and put a smile on her face as she moved on to the next person.

By the time she returned to the counter, she saw Wilson had a cup of coffee and a burger dinner.

“How is everything?” she asked, a little nervous.

“Good. Open,” he said.

She frowned as he held up a fry.

“Open.”

She rolled her eyes, opened her mouth, and he slid the fry inside. Taking a bite, she winked at him, but another customer called for more coffee.

Leaving him to his food, she went to serve, only to return and Wilson to continue feeding her.

Carl was one hell of a cook, no doubt about that. He knew how to mix flavors, and they were amazing.

By her third return to the main counter, Wilson held out his burger for her to bite into it, which she did, and couldn’t contain her moan anymore.

He nodded for her to lean forward, and he kissed her cheek before moving toward her ear. “You’re going to make those sounds soon with my dick deep inside your mouth.”

She gasped.

Wilson kissed her cheek again, and her heart raced.

The thought of his … dick in her mouth. She pressed her thighs together, thankful for the counter as she tried not to allow herself to become too aroused, but that was impossible.

He’d been able to make her putty with just a few words.

Licking her lips, she saw him smile and eat his burger.

This wasn’t fair.

Stepping away from the counter, she tried not to think of Wilson naked, fucking her, or her fucking him, as she finished her shift.

Chapter Five

“Strip,” Wilson said.

Macie turned toward him. “What?”

“You heard me. I want you out of those clothes, now.” He had to watch her work, and now he needed to fuck her. To take her hard.

For a few seconds, she didn’t move, and then it was like she realized what he asked. She dropped the jacket he’d given her to walk from the diner to the car, then the car to his penthouse suite.

Next, she began to work on the buttons of her dress, removing each one, letting it open up, and as he saw her body, his cock hardened. The lingerie she wore was well-worn, and he’d already put in an order for something nicer. He’d gotten her sizes from her clothes, which were not good enough for anything other than the trash heap.

So many darned holes. This woman did nothing but repair stuff.

There was no need for him to ask her how her life was. He understood it. Desperation. Fighting every single hour of every single day to survive.

With the uniform off, she stood, hands clasped together.

He pulled off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor. “All of it. I want you naked,” he said.

She removed her bra and wriggled out of her panties. Seeing the sway of her tits hypnotized him.

Now she stood exactly as he wanted her.

He already had his shirt off. Next, he opened the belt, sliding it out and letting it fall to the floor, where his trousers soon followed. The boxers were gone as well.

Macie’s gaze went from his face, down his body, taking in every single inch of him.

He wrapped his fingers around his cock.

Already hard as rock. Hungry for the pussy that belonged to him.

“Turn around,” he said.

Macie turned.

Her movements were slightly awkward as though she didn’t understand him.

“Bend forward.”

She titled forward.

“Now, grab your ass, and I want you to spread your cheeks wide for me.”

“Wilson?”

“Trust me, Macie. I will never do anything to harm you, or hurt you. You’re safe with me. All I want to do is give you pleasure.”

She gripped her ass and spread those cheeks wide, and he got to see the opening of her cunt, as well as the puckered hole of her ass.

He was going to enjoy both, but for now, he was only focused on her pussy. Wilson moved toward her and sank to his knees behind her.

She went to move, but he growled, giving her no choice but to hold her ass.

“Don’t move,” he said. “I want you to stay exactly like this.”

Macie nodded.

He traced the tips of his fingers from her ankle up to her hips, holding on to her. Gliding down, he moved toward the inside of her thighs, then over her pussy, teasing her soft folds.

She let out a whimper.

He pressed a finger inside her. “So wet for me. Have you been thinking about sucking my cock?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He kissed the cheek of her ass and smiled. “Good. You will be sucking my dick, but not tonight. Tonight, you’re going to be riding it.” Pulling his finger from her core, he slid his tongue across her entrance, pushing inside and tasting her.