Page 15 of Lead Me A Stray

“Yeah, well, you’re done bein’ with losers, Honey Girl, and tonight, this pussy belongs to me.”

I wanted to replace tonight withnowbut I knew that would have scared her off. Even now, I can see the hesitation in her hooded eyes, the ones that say she wants more but isn’t sure if we should.

I might be biased but we definitely should.

“You barely made me work for that one, baby,” I rasp, her lips parting slightly as I gently pull her legs from my shoulders and stand, a masculine satisfaction roaring inside me at the way her pussy is glistening, and the inside of her thighs are red from where my stubble rubbed against the sensitive skin.

Gorgeous.

“What do you mean?” The question is breathy, as she watches me toss a condom onto the desk before undoing my belt.

“I mean,” I drawl, popping the button and easing the zipper down at an excruciating pace, my lips curving up into a wicked smile when she strains her neck to see, “this pretty pussy wants to come.” I tap her clit with the back of my fingers hard enough to make her gasp and blush. “And I’m more than willin’ to see just how many times.”

Leaning over her, I take her mouth in a hard kiss, letting her taste her arousal as I push my jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh, the wet material refusing to go any farther without serious intervention.

And we don’t have time for that.

Making quick work of the condom, I tease her with my fingers, stretching and preparing her until her hips are rolling in time with my ministrations.

“Why does it feel so good?” Piper gasps but it sounds annoyed as I remove my fingers and line up my dick.

“It’s supposed to feel good. It’s always supposed to feel good.” Her eyes snap to mine at the firmness in my tone, and I can’t wonder what she’s implying—not right now.

I’ll rip apart any man that’s hurt her with my bare hands, but right now is about erasing all of that…erasing everyone but me.

She sucks in a breath as I push a little inside her, my dick already in a vise grip, andfuck,I cannot come before she does.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” she manages as I pull out and push in a little more. “You’re just really big.” I grin and she rolls her eyes.

“Just know, Honey Girl, I willneverget tired of hearin’ you tell me how big my dick is.” This time I roll my hips, pushing deeper to accentuate the point.

“Mack.”

“You take me so good, baby.” I can’t help the grit in my voice, the solitary thread of restraint I possess working overtime so I can give her what she needs. My breath wooshes out of me the second I’m fully seated inside her. Eyelids squeezing shut, I want to savor this moment—thisfeeling.

Because it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

It feels like an affirmation. Like this is exactly where we were always meant to end up.

Slowly, I rock in and out of her, finding a rhythm that won’t have me blowing my load before I’ve gotten her off again.

Hopefully.

But she’s so damn tight and I’ve wanted her for so long. It’s more than just the physical release—it’s everything.

She’severything.

“Mack, the desk, it’s—” Piper’s face is almost a grimace and while I love seein’ her spread out like this, I want her more comfortable.

“Wrap your arms around my neck.” Leaning down, I wait as she does it then yelps when I grip her ass and pick her up to walk us to the door, pressing her back against the cool wood.

“You can’t hold me like this, I?—”

Digging my fingers into her, I thrust hard, making her gasp.

“Like what?” I prompt. “This?” Arms flexing, I move her in time with my thrusts, punctuating each one and showing off that not only can I hold her up, I can hit that spot inside her and make her beg for more.