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I grab one of the bed pillows I tossed on the mattress earlier. “Lift your bum.”
I shove the incline beneath her hips so I can give her the angle—and oral attention—she deserves. I’m going to make this so good for her.
I grab one ankle and push it away from the other so she’s spread wide, giving me full access. I knead the bend of her legs next to her labial lips and she rocks with my hand. “That’s it, Mac. I want you turned on for me.”
Ellison reaches over her head, grasps the edge of the mattress, and squeezes. “No worries there. I’m so turned on for you right now.”
I can’t resist putting my mouth on her. I alternate licking her slit and sucking her clit. I know it’s going to take her over the edge quickly but she will detonate like dynamite. That’s what she said she wanted so I think I’m obligated to deliver.
“Oh . . . Oh, Doooc.”
One of Ellison’s feet comes up and lands on my shoulder with her toes digging into my skin. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop.”
I would love to reassure her I have no intentions of stopping . . . but that would require me stopping. So instead, I suck her harder. So hard I’ll probably leave a mark there for days.
I alternate sucking and licking while her hands delve into my hair and fist the top. She squirms and contorts her body to bring her pussy closer to my mouth. “Don’t stop. I’m coming. So. Hard.”
She arches her back and cries out. “Doooc!”
Her body contracts in a rhythmic pattern at least a dozen times. There’s no mistaking the spasms I feel against my mouth—or the light salty flavor against my tongue—when she comes. One sign of a good orgasm. Another is her screaming my name.
And she does.
Her body rhythmically tenses and relaxes. It’s followed by a series of verbal stammering and stuttering, some kind of undecipherable vocalization I somehow understand fluently.
I’ve never had any concern for the pleasure of a woman but Ellison is different. She isn’t a random Fellowship woman I’m hooking up with at Duncan’s after I’ve had a half dozen Guinnesses or whiskies.
I want this to be good for her.
I want to please her.
I want her eager to do this again. Soon.
Ellison’s body goes completely limp, cueing me to the end of her orgasm and onset of bliss. She’s experiencing her post-orgasmic euphoria. I shattered her into a million pieces and now she’s riding that wonderful high. I did that to her.
“Good?”
Ellison loops her arm around my shoulder and pulls me down so we’re face to face. “Not good. Splendid. Spectacular. Sensational. All of those super good S words you use when good just doesn’t seem to cover it.”
“I’m glad; I wanted to own your orgasm.”
“You owned it all right. Every spasm. Every contraction. Every pleasure. You. Own. Me. Period.”
Hearing her say that I own her transforms my dick to steel. “I do own you, Mac.”
She’s mine for as long as fate will allow me to have her.
I grasp her chin and hold her face. “Beg me to put my cock inside you.”
“I’m dying for you to put your long, thick cock inside me.” Ellison reaches between us and grasps my dick. I hiss through gritted teeth when she grips tightly and strokes me from base to tip, up and down. “Pleeease, Doc. I want to feel you moving inside me.”
“I can’t think of anything I want more than you.”
“I’m yours. Every part of me—if it’s what you want.” Ellison lightly bites my bottom lip and tugs. “Fuck me. Pleeease.”
I told her to beg me—and she did—but she’s still freely and wholly offering herself to me. And it’s sexy as fuck.
Ellison lifts her hips so she can rub her slick center against the tip of my cock. “You want this inside you, aye?”
“Yes. More than anything.” She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and tugs. “It’s okay, Doc. I’m on the pill.”
No condom. No hesitation. I sink deep inside her, taking exactly what I want and not apologizing for it. That’s the kind of man she said she wanted. “Mmm. You’re so tight and wet, Mac. Pure magic.”
Ellison’s legs bend at the knees and she wraps them around me with her heels digging into my bum, coaxing me. It says go deeper. Harder.
I pull back and drive into her with complete domination. No mercy. No tenderness. No weakness. It feels like I’m fucking her through this mattress and into the wood floor beneath us.
I want to own this woman. Every part of her.
I don’t want any other man to have her. Ever.
I pull out and thrust hard, pumping my cock in and out of her body. Bare. I don’t do that. Ever.
My father was a narcissist. An arsehole. Maybe even a sociopath. But he taught me to never put my bare cock inside any woman—Fellowship or otherwise—unless I had claimed and married her.
That’s what I want so badly.
She kisses my lips and then moves her mouth over my jawline and down my neck. She nibbles the skin, lightly sucking on it, and I slow my pace.
Want this . . . to go on . . . forever.
Don’t want . . . to come.
Not yet.
Being inside her . . . feels way too good . . . for it to end . . . so soon.
I grasp her thighs and push them back and apart. I continue to move in and out of her without hurry because the position is so intense. “I’ve never been inside anyone like this. Only you.”
“No other man has ever been inside me like this either. Only you.”
Thank fuck. That’s what I wanted to hear from her. Needed to hear. She’s giving all of herself to me, and I’m giving all of myself to her.
It’s hot as fuck. Erotic. I can’t remember ever being turned on more.
I cradle my hand around her cheek. “You are so beautiful, Mac.”
I will be the strong alpha she craves, but with loving arms and gentle hands.
She turns her face and kisses my palm. I’m filled with more emotions than I care to admit but my orgasm erases any trace of words forming on my tongue.
I grasp her hip and thrust deeply as I explode inside her. Coming. So hard.
This didn’t feel the way I thought it would. It’s even better.
And it has nothing to do with foregoing the condom. It’s all to do with the woman. Her. My Mac.
I come up behind Ellison and wrap my arms around her as I peer over her shoulder at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. “Wow. You look beautiful.?
? I wish she didn’t. At least not tonight. I don’t want her looking pretty for anyone but me.
“That was a sweet thing to say. Thank you.”
Being sweet wasn’t my intention. I was voicing an observation—one I don’t like.
“The brothers are going to be looking at you. Salivating. Thinking about everything they’d do if they could get their filthy hands on you.” I’m getting pissed off thinking about it.
“There’s only one brother who has permission to put his hands on me.”
What if she meets her mate tonight at this Fellowship event? What if she sees him and they make a connection? What if I have to watch it happen right before my eyes?
One of my brothers touching her.
Kissing her.
Claiming her.
FUCK.
I hate this.
I reach under Ellison’s dress and fist her knickers so I can drag them down her legs. “I need to be inside you.”
She grins at me in the mirror. “Jamie. You’ve been inside me four times in the last twenty-four hours.”
It’s not enough. “I can’t help it, Ellison. I want you to smell like me. I want you sore every time you move tonight so you’ll think of me and remember who just fucked you raw.”
“It’s time to go. We’ll be late.” I don’t care.
I kiss the bare skin of her shoulder. “Please, Mac. I need this. I need you.”
I push black lace down her hips and she doesn’t stop me. She steps out of the knickers when they land on top of her high heels so that’s as good as a yes in my book.
She holds her dress out of the way as she leans forward and tilts her hips so I can guide my dick into her from behind. I’m in deep when I pull out almost all the way, and then thrust my cock in so hard my balls slap against her.
No one has ever felt this good. We fit together perfectly, like we were made for each other.
I start slow at first, increasing my pace. I reach full speed with Ellison grinding against me, matching my every stroke. “I’m gonna come inside you. I need to know you have a part of me in you when you’re with the brothers tonight.”
