I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't. She's vulnerable. Scared. I should be a gentleman, back away, give her space.
But I'm not a gentleman. Never have been.
My mouth crashes down on hers. The first touch of her lips sends electricity arcing through me. She tastes like mint and sleep and innocence. I mean to be gentle—she deserves gentle—but when her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer, something snaps.
I lift her, hands gripping her ass, and carry her to the couch. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I can feel her heat through our clothes. It's torture. Heaven.
"Tell me to stop," I rasp against her mouth, giving her one last chance to save herself from the beast I am.
Instead, she whispers, "Don't stop. Please."
Those three words unleash something primal in me. I peel her tank top off, revealing perfect breasts that fit in my palms like they were made for me. My thumbs brush her nipples, and she arches with a gasp that goes straight to my cock.
"Look at you," I murmur, lowering my head to taste one pink peak. "My perfect little girl. All mine."
Her hands clutch at my shoulders, nails digging in. "Ryker..."
I strip her shorts and panties in one rough motion, leaving her naked beneath me. The sight nearly undoes me. Soft curves, smooth skin, the triangle of honey-blonde curls between her thighs.
"So fucking beautiful," I growl, running my hands from her ankles to her inner thighs, spreading her wide. "And no one's ever seen you like this. No one but me."
She nods, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. "Only you."
I shed my clothes with brutal efficiency, my cock springing free, thick and heavy. Her eyes widen, a flicker of nervousness crossing her face.
"Shhh," I soothe, moving over her, covering her body with mine. "I'll make it good for you, princess. Gonna take care of this sweet body."
My fingers find her center, already slick with need. I circle her clit slowly, watching her face as pleasure overtakes apprehension. When I slide one thick finger inside, she's tight—so fucking tight—but wet and ready.
"That's it," I praise as she rocks against my hand. “Take what you need from me. You’re in control, baby. I would never hurt you. No one will ever hurt you.”
I work her slowly, adding a second finger, stretching her carefully. My cock throbs painfully, desperate to claim her, but I refuse to hurt her. When she's writhing beneath me, I position myself at her entrance.
"Look at me," I command.
Those doe eyes lock on mine, trusting and wanting.
"You're mine now," I tell her, pushing in slowly, feeling her body resist then yield. "No one else gets this. Ever."
She whimpers as I breach her, her virginal tightness gripping me like a vise. I pause, letting her adjust, fighting every instinct screaming at me to thrust deep.
"So tight," I groan, sweat beading on my forehead from the effort of restraint. "Perfect little pussy. Made for me."
When I'm fully seated inside her, I lower my forehead to hers. "You feel that? How perfect we fit? Gonna fill this tight pussy until you're round with my baby, princess."
The words spill out without thought—filthy promises I have no right to make. But they feel right. Inevitable.
I begin to move, slow deep thrusts that have her gasping beneath me. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper.
"That's it," I growl, picking up pace. "Take every inch. Good girl. My good girl."
She moans, head thrown back, exposing her throat. I latch onto it, marking her with my teeth, claiming her in every way possible.
"Yours," she pants, her inner muscles fluttering around me. "Only yours."
"Gonna breed you so deep," I groan against her neck. "Make you mine forever. You better want that, baby, cause that’s what’s happening.”
Her nails rake down my back as her pleasure builds. I can feel her tightening around me, getting close.
