If You Were Mine(6)

I reached up and wound my hand around her hair, my fingers tangled in the long strands. I brought her impossibly closer, so fucking close that our teeth clashed together and she moaned for me. We parted for only a second and I stared into her eyes. “I’m keeping you,” I said in this harsh whisper, not about to deny what I wanted, what I needed.

The way her eyes widened slightly, and hearing and feeling her breath rush out of her, turned me on even more, made me this animal for her. I nearly groaned, thinking about telling her what I wanted to do to her, the filthy images that I could admit were running through my head.

I tightened my hold on her hair. “There are so many fucking filthy things I want to do to you, how I’d make you mine.”

“Tell me,” she gasped.

“I want you bared for me, your legs spread so I could see the most intimate pink part of you.” I groaned at her reaction. “I’d lick your entire body, make you come with my mouth alone, and then I’d plunge my cock deep in your pussy.” I had my other hand on her waist and used a little bit of pressure to get her to start rocking back and forth on me.

Yeah, Daisy was really getting into this.

“God, I’m so hot, so ready,” she whispered. I had no doubt she could feel exactly how hard I was for her.

We were both breathing so hard, and I felt beads of sweat dot my forehead as I strained to gather my control. I lifted my hips slightly, pressing my erection against her pussy. She started moving faster on me. I grunted and closed my eyes, the feeling of her rocking on top of me almost too much.

“God,” she whispered, her eyes closed.

I needed to see her get off while doing this, while rubbing herself on me.

“Oh, fucking hell yes. That’s it, baby.” I ground out those words. “I want to watch you come unhinged.” I gripped her waist with both of my hands and helped her in her motions, back and forth, harder and faster.

“God, yes, Lennon.”

I stared into her face, watching the pleasure morph across her expression. “That’s it.” I was breathing so damn hard. And then she came for me.

She tossed her head back, closed her eyes, and moaned out deeply. Her mouth was parted and her body tightened as she came undone. When she relaxed, I grabbed her hair again and forced her to look at me. I kissed her until I couldn’t breathe.

She pulled back. “I want to be with you right now.”

Yeah, she was primed for me. I lowered my gaze to her mouth, loving that her lips were red, swollen, and that there was a glossy sheen covering them from our kiss. And when I placed my thumb on her bottom lip, pulled the flesh down, and let it fall back into place, I groaned in lust. I pushed the digit into her mouth, every part of me coming alive even more. I made her suck on my thumb, loving how she sucked on it and then ran her tongue along the pad.

I didn’t want to deny her.

I didn’t want to deny myself either.

“Be with me now,” she whispered, and I felt my cock jerk.

I pulled her in close and claimed her mouth, shoving my tongue deep in her mouth, fucking her with the muscle like I’d soon do between her thighs.

While still kissing her, I curled my body around hers, bringing her impossibly close to me. Her breasts pressed right to my chest.

“Rub yourself on me, baby.” I didn’t even care how fucking dirty I sounded. I needed to say these things.

I stared into her face as she started moving her hips back and forth on me, working me over in this sweet, almost innocent way. I was fucking depraved for the things I wanted to do to her. I didn’t stop myself from kissing her again. I gently bit at her lip, tugging at the soft, succulent flesh.

With my hands on her waist I made sure to keep her right where she was, helping her work herself on me.

I broke the kiss, breathing hard, heavy. “Tell me this is what you want, that we can just say fuck off to everyone and everything else,” I murmured, running my tongue over first her top lip and then the bottom one. She moaned, and I couldn’t help kissing her again. She pressed down on me especially hard, and my control snapped.

“I want you, and fuck everyone else,” she whispered.

My mouth went dry, my cock jerked, and everything in me went on high alert.

“Christ.” I lowered my focus to her chest. The large mounds pressed against the material of her shirt. I could see the outline of her nipples, the hard little beads making my mouth water.

“You’re watching me like you’re starving.”

I breathed out slowly. “I’m so hungry for you.”

And I was, so fucking hungry.





6





Daisy




Lennon was possessive in the way he touched me, made me feel good. I didn’t deny that this made me nervous, that having sex for the first time—with the Prince, no less—made this string in me tighten, threatening to snap, about to take me down into the abyss.

“I want you,” I found myself whispering, saying the words that had been buried for so long. It was only a few seconds before he was in front of me, my body pressed right to his, the scent of him surrounding me.

“Wrap your arms around me, Daisy.”

I did as he said, feeling his strength consume me, wash through me, making me feel like I was on a ledge. His erection pressed right against my belly, thick and long, and foretelling of what was to come.