Claiming Macie (Crave and Claimed 2)

She moaned.

He teased her clit with his fingers. Drawing back his tongue, he teased across that tender piece of flesh between her pussy and anus before stroking up toward that puckered hole.

She cried out, and he stood, lifting her up. He spun her around, cupping her face, and kissed her hard, marching her back until she was pressed against the wall.

Lifting her up was easy.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he moved them into just the right angle so he could slide balls deep inside her. With her secured between the wall and his body, he put his dick to her entrance and took her, inch by inch, until he was in deep enough to grab her hips.

Slamming her down on his cock, he heard her gasp, followed by the guttural moan.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he said.

He lifted her off his cock and slid her down, fucking her harder.

Macie’s arms were wrapped around his neck, and she moved with every single thrust.

Wilson held on to her and carried her to the living room, collapsing onto the sofa so she straddled him. He kept his hands on her hips and guided her over his cock.

“That’s it, baby, take your pleasure. Let me see you ride my cock.”

Her hands went to his shoulders, and she started to move up and down his length. He allowed her to get used to the feel of him filling her cunt, and only when she found a steady pace did he return his fingers to her pussy, stroking her clit.

The moment he touched her, she faltered but soon found a rhythm, and he followed her, beat by beat, drawing her closer to an orgasm, wanting to feel her come all over his cock. He loved the way she tightened around him.

The sounds she made.

She was the woman he’d been searching for.

Wilson watched as Macie let go, riding her orgasm, driving her pussy down hard on his cock as wave after wave flooded her body, driving her wild.

Seeing her let go was a thing of beauty.

Only after she was finished did he push her to the sofa and fuck her hard, driving into her, going deeper, wanting her to never forget the feel of him. He wanted it so that with every step she took, she was reminded of being owned by him. There wasn’t going to be anyone else but him.

“Fuck. Fuck.” He threw his head back as his orgasm took him by surprise, and he filled her pussy with his cum. He wanted to make her pregnant.

Dropping a kiss to her lips, he smiled as he wrapped his arms around her. This woman was his.

****

Macie lifted up with a gasp. “A knife?” she asked.

“Yeah. It would seem guns are not the only problems that can happen. He wanted to gut this poor woman, and all she did was star in a movie.”

She shook her head. “I cannot believe you faced off with a guy with a knife. Weren’t you afraid?”

Wilson shook his head. “No, not at all. I was doing my job.”

“Is that all protecting someone is to you? A job?”

“It paid the bills.”

Macie chuckled. “I’d say with where you’re living, it paid them really well.”

“It did. Beware I invested well.”

She smiled. “I can see that. Do you ever miss it?”

“No.”

“You don’t?”

“Putting my life in danger every single day. Never having a moment’s peace. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Sure. I got to travel a lot. Met a whole load of people.” He reached out and cupped her cheek. “It’s why I know you’re such a good person.”

“You have a lot of people to compare me to?”

She frowned, realizing this man had probably enjoyed a lot of female company over the years. She wasn’t the only woman he’d fucked.

“Hey, I don’t compare you to anyone.”

“Have you ever been married?” she asked.

There was so much about this man she didn’t know, and she wanted to know it all. To understand everything that made him tick.

“No. Never found the woman I wanted.”

“Do you have any kids?” she asked.

“No. If I did, you’d have known about them right now. I’m not the kind of guy who dumps a kid on a woman and never gets involved.”

“You don’t know that. You’ve never had a kid.”

“I want kids.”

She smiled, sitting up. “You do?”

“Yes. I want lots of kids. I have this image in my head of a bunch of kids attacking me when I get in from work.”

“That sounds like a carefully organized event,” she said, laughing. “I bet you’d make a good dad.”

“You do?”

She nodded.

“Do you think you know me that well?”

Macie shrugged. “I get this vibe from you. You’re a good guy.” She shrugged. “I know I’m stupid, but—”

“Don’t call yourself stupid,” Wilson said, sitting up.

She held her hands up. “I don’t mind. I’ve been called it many times before, you know. There’s not a lot I can do about it.” She shrugged.