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Chapter 19
Saxton~
I’d had every intention of coming over here and speaking with her calmly and reasonably. I was good at doing that. I had a reputation for being able to assess a situation and figure out the best outcome. While I didn’t have the patience that Ross reputedly had, I did possess a fair amount.
Then Hastings had to go mention Scott fucking North.
Now, while I had no problem with a girl having a past, I had a big problem with her throwing it in my face. It wasn’t my fault that she had chosen not to believe me on Saturday. I’d made my position very clear after the second time I’d been inside her, so this was her misunderstanding, not mine.
Sliding my hand down the front of her shorts, I couldn’t help the tinge of pride that raced down my back when I found how soaked she was. If a wet pussy didn’t turn a guy on, then I’d question his sexual orientation, because sliding your fingers inside a creamy cunt was up there with eating pussy. What guy didn’t want to turn a girl on to the point where she was leaking for him?
“Christ, I love how fucking wet you get for me,” I growled.
Hastings opened her legs wider, so my hand could fit better. “Oh, God…”
Two fingers weren’t enough to make my point. I was still mad, and I was going to take that anger out on her delectable body. I added another finger, and the girl whimpered as she closed her eyes. With her eyes closed and her head pulled back, her neck was right there for the taking. I’ve never marked a girl before because I’ve never felt the need, but after Hastings’ disappearing act Sunday morning, I was feeling the need right now.
Lowering my head, I stretched her pussy out with three fingers as I took a chunk of her tender skin between my teeth and marked the fuck out of her.
“Saxton…oh, God…wha…what are…oh, God…”
Ignoring what I was sure was an objection to fucking up her neck, I released her but only to latch onto another patch of skin. By the time I was done, Hastings was dripping down my hand and I’d left five vicious, bloody, awful marks on her neck.
Satisfied with my handiwork, I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, then began undressing her. I yanked her top off over her head, and before she could say anything, I already had her shorts and underwear down around her ankles.
A naked Hastings Martin was like a living miracle.
“I can’t get enough of your body,” I told her. “I think I need it more than I need air.”
“Saxton…” she whimpered.
I grabbed her by the neck again, and she let out a hiss as I squeeze, her fresh marks sore and tender. Slamming my lips down on hers, it was a kiss designed to claim, to conquer, to destroy. It was a kiss designed to make her forget every man before me. It was a kiss designed to make her not want anyone else but me.
In this moment, my words were coming back to haunt me. I’d told Ross that I wasn’t ready to get married, and I’d meant it at the time. However, knowing that Hastings wasn’t tied to me by the laws of religion and land had me feeling some type of way. It amazed me how much I was bothered by the fact that she’d left my bed Sunday morning.
When I felt Hastings’ hands fighting with my shirt, I pulled back long enough to let her pull my shirt up over my head. I quickly kicked off my shoes and was toeing off my sock as Hastings made work of my jeans. I haven’t touched this girl in three days, and the insanity of my need was showing.
However, I was still pissed at her.
As soon as she freed my cock, I wrapped my fist around her blonde hair, and said the one thing that I was sure would get her to tell me to go to hell. “Get on your knees.”
Her eyes flared with a bit of anger, but her pupils were already blown with desire. She might not approve of the way I was talking to her, but it was easy to see that it was turning her on. Another thing that had the power to drive a man to his knees? When a strong woman got on her knees for you.
Before I could push her into that submissive position as old as time, Hastings was lowering herself before me, and I couldn’t stop the growl that erupted from deep in my chest. Hastings had sucked my dick plenty on Saturday night, but not in this position. We’d already been in my bed when she’d first put her lips on my cock, and though spectacular, seeing a naked Hastings on her knees, ready to take my cock in her mouth, was the stuff of dreams. Plus, there was the fact that the girl knew what to do with a cock in her mouth. If anyone were to ask me, I’d say Hastings Martin was the perfect girl.
With her hand wrapped around the base of my hard cock, she lowered her eyes before taking the head into her wet, warm, waiting mouth. As soon as her lips wrapped around it completely, I let out a moan as both of my hands got lost in her hair. She’d been wearing it down when I showed up, so I knew it was going to be a tangled mess by the time we were done.
“Fuck, baby, you do that so good,” I praised her. “Such a good little cocksucker.”
Hastings moaned, then swallowed as much as she could. Watching my dick slide in and out of her mouth was a sight to behold, and it wasn’t just because Hastings was beautiful. It was because she was mine. There was something very different about when the woman submitting before you belonged to you. People could say what they wanted about relationships and roles and whatever else they had an opinion about, but the girl on her knees before me belonged to me. She was fucking mine. I owned every inch of her, and I didn’t give one fuck who might be offended by that view.
Hastings Martin was mine.
“That’s it, baby,” I groaned. “Suck that cock. Make me cum down your pretty little throat.”
Hastings let go of my dick, then plastered her palms up against my thighs. Her trust in me sent shivers down my spine and need had me fucking her mouth, making her gag on my size. Even when I felt her fingers digging into my thighs, I didn’t stop. I tightened my hold on her hair and fucked her mouth until ropes of my cum were coating her throat.
“Fuck, baby,” I hissed as I emptied everything that I had inside her luscious mouth.
