Saxon(23)

“You’re mine Tenielle, don’t even think about spending time with any other man,” I whisper.

She opens her mouth to talk, so my lips descend once more, cutting off any of her objections.

She’s a strong, independent woman. I get it. I do.

But she’s also my woman, whether she’s ready to admit it or not. I kiss down her jaw, loving the way her breath hitches when I taste her neck. “Let’s go inside.”

She nods her head. “You’re such a f*cking caveman.”

“You love it.”

She scoffs. “I don’t know why I put up with you at all.”

We walk side by side to the front door, and I wait patiently as she unlocks it, running my hand along the side of her ass. “How about because you know once I get inside of you, it’s going to be worth the wait.”

As soon as we get inside, I pull her into her bedroom and strip her down. “I wrote a song about you today.”

She turns her head back to look at me, as I unclip her bra from behind her, then run my hands over the huge genie tattoo she has covering her back.

“What was it about? How you love to leave me sexually frustrated?” she says in a mock sweet tone.

I laugh at the look on her face. “Babe, I’ve made you come so many times. I just haven’t been inside you yet.”

“Maybe I’ll have to find a little action on the side, until you decide to f*ck me,” she says, letting her bra fall down on the bed. I slap her now bare ass and watch it as it jiggles.

I don’t think I could get any harder.

“Not gonna happen,” I growl at her, bending her over so she’s on all fours. Sliding a finger inside her I find her dripping wet, just like I knew she would be. I make her come twice—once with my fingers and once with my mouth before I flip her over onto her back.

Her gaze doesn’t move from my hands as I unbuckle my jeans and free myself. “Do you have a condom?”

I remove the rest of my clothes as she watches.

Her eyes flare. “Don’t f*cking joke with me Saxon!”

Too turned on to be amused at her antics, I spread her legs wide and brace myself over her. “I need to be inside you, now.”

“I’m on the pill,” she tells me. Something I already know.

“Can I?” I growl sliding myself against her.

“Yes! Hurry,” she replies, her voice needy and almost desperate. Gently, I slide into her, savouring this moment. She’s perfect—just like I knew she would be.

“Fuck, I love you,” I grit out as I begin to move. She lifts her hips and digs her fingers into my back, then pulls my mouth down to hers.

“Fucking finally,” she says against my lips, then resumes kissing me. My fingers play with her nipples, tugging gently.

Her kisses turn more frantic.

My thrusts turn more desperate.

She feels so damn good.

Perfect.

I love her reactions, the sounds she makes, the way she smells and feels.

She was made for me to love.

I grip her hips and slide into her once more when I feel her come around my cock, spurring on my own release.

Nothing has ever felt better.

I kiss her gently, then rest my forehead on hers. “You were made for me.”

She sighs. “I think I’m starting to see that.”

She gets another kiss for that.

“Can we go again?” she asks, grabbing my ass with her hands.

I grin. “Give me a minute.”

She smirks. “I’ll give you thirty seconds before I start without you.”

I kiss that smirk off her face.

Two minutes later and I’m hard and inside her again.

*****

“Do not come near me with that thing!” she growls, pointing at my cock. She’s wearing nothing but a pair of panties, standing in the kitchen with a cute scowl on her face.

I could really get used to this.

She walks to the counter to get her glass of juice and I watch as her tits bounce.

Yeah I could definitely get used to this.

“Hey, you’re the one who jumped on me three times last night,” I tell her, amused as hell. She was everything I’d ever imagined in the sheets, and the wait made it even better.

She’s a dream come true.

“I know,” she grumbles. “Death by sex.”

“What a way to go,” I reply, grinning. I go and stand behind her and wrap her in my arms. “Are you sore?”

“A little,” she admits, laying her head back on my chest.

I get hard.

She turns and narrows her eyes on me, an expression of outrage on her face. “No f*cking way!”

I can’t help the laughter that escapes my mouth. “I’m on my best behaviour.”

“Saxon Senior isn’t!” she complains, her eyes darting down and up again.

Do I even want to ask?

Oh hell, why not?

“Saxon Senior?”

“Well he sure as f*ck isn’t a junior,” she says, her lips quirking.

“You’re a treat babe,” I tell her, my body shaking with laughter.

I spin her around and capture her lips in a kiss when suddenly we hear the door open.

What the hell?