Page 24 of The Gruff Loner’s Bargain

“I gotta find a condom, Manhattan; give me a minute.”

“No condom,” she breathes. “Just you.”

I swear my heart stops. “What?”

“Take me, bare. I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel every vein on your beautiful dick.” She glances at me over her shoulder. “I’m clean, if you’re worried.”

“I’m clean too.” My hand tightens around the stalk of my dick, giving it a rough tug. “I’ve never had sex without a condom and the thought of my come making a mess of you, then leaking out.” I shake my head. “It’s doing things to me.”

I’ve never even considered having a “breeding” kink, but I’ve never been about to fuck Brooklyn bare. I step up to the bed and swipe my dick through her slick folds. When my ring presses against her clit she moans and thrusts herself backwards.

Notching myself at her entrance, I slowly push forward. Watching my dick disappear into her pretty pussy is just about the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. But the feeling is fucking blowing my mind.

“Goddamn it, Brooklyn, this pussy is everything.” My balls smack her clit when I bottom out. I pull back, then rock forward. I know when my piercing hits her G-spot because she arches and screams, “There!”

“That’s it, darlin, squeeze that cock. Fuck.” I lose myself, pounding into her at a relentless pace. The tight, wet warmth of her channel is choking me, and nothing has ever felt better. This woman belongs to me. She might not realize that yet, but I know it for a damn fact.

My eyes zero in on that ring on her left hand. My heart thumps out a distinct rhythm, learning the shape of her name. Now it beats for her. Only her.

“I’m coming!” she yells and then her pussy clamps down on my cock. She’s still moaning my name when a fresh wave of liquid squirts out of her.

“Fuck, that’s sexy. Squirt all over me, darlin.” I keep fucking into her and she does it again, her body convulsing in ripples of pleasure.

She collapses on the bed. I pull out of her and gently roll her over. “You still with me, gorgeous?”

“No. I am deceased.”

“You look pretty damn hot for being dead.”

Her lips form a half-hearted smile.

“Need a break?”

She tilts her head to look at me. “Remember how you were all: oh, Brooklyn, I want you so bad, I’m gonna come right now?”

Her fake deep voice as she imitates me makes me laugh. “I fucking love you.” The words just come out.

But she doesn’t say anything.

I cover her body with my own, inching myself back inside of her.

“Open your eyes. I want to look at you when I make love to you.”

Her eyes flutter open and lock on mine. “I think you’re dickmatizing me.”

“I’m what now?”

“You know, hypnotizing me with your magic dick.”

I chuckle. “Does it mean I’ll get to continue fucking you?”

“Probably.” Her legs raise, wrapping around my hips. She’s spread open beneath me, and I know with this angle, I’m rocking against her clit.

“Feel good?”

She nods, her lips parted. Still, her eyes stay locked on mine.

“I want you to watch me,” I say. “I want you to look at my face when you come again.”