Page 39 of Unknowingly Being his Brat

Yes, fucking please.

“You know what I dreamed of?” Milo asked, his gaze never leaving mine.

“No,” I whispered, my voice sounding out of breath.

“That I was claiming your ass. Now I need to know what it fucking feels like, Darius. I want in that assnow.”

“Okay,” I breathed. Not knowing what to do with myself. My dick was confused as was my brain. Did I just strip and present myself? Should I run for it?

“Strip,” he ordered, now right in front of me. His dick ready and leaking for me.

I think I “accidentally” ripped most of my clothes off. It wasn’t as if I would bother to waste my time while my sexy as fuck mate stood there with his dick pointing straight at me.

When I was just about to ask where he wanted me, he attacked, his lips crashed down on mine, a feral need in him taking over, the kiss demanding, hot, claiming. I went pliant, accepting every flick of his tongue as his hands roamed my skin.

“Come,” he growled, pulling my hand after him, leading me into the living room, then down onto the carpet in front of the fireplace. “I want to claim you here.”

“Perfect,” I whispered, laying down on my back, wanting to see him claim me.

Milo grabbed a bottle of lube from the couch, and before I could let my nerves take over, his fingers got to work, one breached me almost instantly, the other massaging next to the rim.

“Gods!” I breathed, the former unknown pleasure a wonderful surprise. My toes began curling as I widened my legs, accepting his touch completely.

“Fuck you’re so hot inside,” he rasped, eyes fixed on his fingers working me open. “So slick and welcoming.”

“Hmm,” I agreed, afraid I’d come from him playing with my ass. No one had ever been allowed to touch me there, only Milo.

A sharp sting followed as he added another finger, not because of the finger, no, his teeth had found purchase in my upper thigh, marking me as his yet again.

“Fuck!” I groaned, feeling my dick twitch with excitement. He was fucking irresistible like this. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Claim me, baby. Fill me up with your dick and leave your cum so far inside me I can taste it.”

Growling, he removed his fingers and coated his dick, then pushed into me, his rhythm never faltering as he gripped my ass, forcing my leg to snake around his hip, bringing him so deep I saw spots.

My eyes were locked to his as he fucked into me, the fall morning light from outside making every inch of him visible. His desire for me was so clear it took my breath away.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, feeling every inch of him as he kept thrusting into me, his knot teasing my hole at each thrust. If I’d known this was what it felt like getting taken, I would’ve begged him to fuck me sooner.

A wicked smile spread across his face, his intense hunger abating for a few seconds before he was back to his sexy expression of pure predator. He bent forward, his head seeking out my unmarked neck, then he bit into me, claiming yet another piece of me. It was that claim that had me coming in thick spurts, the way he needed to claim me as his, his eyes so dark and hungry. I’d come untouched, his length rubbing against that sweet spot inside me, over and over as he claimed me.

“Baby!” I gasped, wanting him to join me in this blissful pleasure I was floating in. I wanted him to float away with me.

“Mine!” he shouted, and I could feel his dick twitch inside of me as he came, doing exactly as I’d wished, filling me up with his claim on me as his knot locked us together, forcing another orgasm out of me as it slipped inside.

He slid down so he lay next to me, both of us panting for breath as his knot locked us together.

“Fuck, baby,” I panted. “You can fuck me like that anytime you want to.”

Milo burst out laughing. “Oh, I can, can I?”

“Yes, all the fucking yesses,” I agreed.

He nibbled on my neck. “I plan to take you often, my sexy mate.”

I shivered. “Promise?”

“Yeah, handsome. I promise.”

Chapter Nineteen