Forever You're Mine (MINE #4)(30)

No, I didn’t dance, but here I was spinning around in circles with the one and only woman who could make me do just about anything.

After I paid the check, we high tailed it out of there. I couldn’t get her home fast enough. I wanted to be inside of her, inhabiting her, breathing the same air as her. She was all over me, leaning over the console. Her tongue, lips, and hands making it impossible for me to keep it between the lines. It was a small miracle we made it home in one piece. We had a hell of a time getting out of the truck though.

I didn’t want to let go.

With her legs wrapped around my waist, I eventually carried her inside. We didn’t even make it past the living room before I put her on her feet. Then I peeled, instead of ripping, the dress from her body, thinking I wanted to see her in it again, but I immediately regretted my decision. Because what she had hidden underneath was worthy of such a ruthless act.

“Son of a…” Her bra and panties were a perfect match to those hot f*cking shoes. “I hope you’re ready for me to f*ck you like an animal,” I informed her, unbuttoning and shucking my shirt. “Turn around. I need to see all of you.”

Cora hesitated, but only for a second before a naughty smile curled her pouty pink lips. “That’s the goal,” she said, seducing me with her sexy voice and the lines of her incredible body. By now I knew every inch. Knew where to touch and lick. Knew how to drive her to the edge of pleasure.

I pressed myself against her back, wrapping my arm around her waist before scraping my teeth across the side of her neck. Then I soothed it with a light kiss. She shivered, both hands digging into my outer thighs, urging me closer. “I think I’ll f*ck your sweet mouth first. Then I’m gonna make that * purr.” Cora sucked back a heated breath. “Yeah baby, turn around.”

When I spun her in my arms, her heavy eyes fluttered with desire. Cora slowly dropped to her knees, fumbling only slightly when she unbuttoned my jeans and let down the zipper. She shoved at the sides, freeing my hard cock, as small, delicate hands wrapped around me.

Jesus.

I loved her hands on me.

She flicked the tip, teasing the pierced skin before sucking on the head and taking me all the way inside of her hot, wet mouth.

I hissed, fascinated by the slow bob of her head, lips gliding up and down with ease.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

The look in her eyes every time she would sneak a peek up at me.

Hers.

All. Fucking. Hers.

I gathered the silk of her hair from around her neck, knowing how much she loved it, how much she got off on me pulling while she sucked. I relished in her hand stroking back and forth, her other hand splayed across my stomach. She knew just what to do to make me lose control. A few moments later, that’s what I did. Deep inside her greedy mouth.

Once I gathered enough air, I leaned down to kiss her swollen lips, swallowing up her hungry moans. “Watermelon and me.”

“What?” she breathed.

“You taste like watermelon and me. It’s delicious and f*ckin’ addicting as hell. Kissing these sweet lips is the only thing I can think about right now. And eatin’ that hot *.”

I carried her to my bed and laid her down the same way I’d been fantasizing about all night, with those f*ck me shoes still firmly attached to her feet and her long hair fanned across my pillow. With her arms raised above her head, she bowed her back from the mattress.

Once I got rid of all my clothes, I moved between her legs and set about worshiping every last inch of her body, showing her how real my touch was. How real my mouth was and how real we were. A thrill raced down my spine with every breathy moan and sigh, sharpening the edge of my sanity.

“Cannon.” Her eyes found mine, dilated and heavy with a need that matched my very own. “Cannon, please,” she breathed and I swear to Christ my cock wept in agony just as my heart completely surrendered.





When I give I give myself.

~Walt Whitman





I floated on a cloud, my entire body tingling and buzzing with so much pleasure, completely overloading all of my senses. After he made me come with his mouth, he entered me softly, slowly making love to me in a way he hadn’t before. He looked deep into my eyes while he moved in and out of me at a leisurely pace. Then our breaths grew stronger, wilder. I circled my hips, encouraging him to move faster.

His lips caressed the shell of my ear. “Mine,” he said, increasing his pace. I cried out with each thrust, his unforgiving cock deliciously punishing my body with every stroke. Faster and harder we climbed, both reaching for something we thought was impossible to touch.

Cannon gripped both cheeks of my ass, pinching the skin painfully as he came on a low, feral growl. “Cora.” My name on his lips sent me flying once more, soaring across the blessed sky in a vibrant display of colors and sounds.

It took a while for the fog to lift, but the feeling of euphoria stayed with me. My next coherent thought didn’t come until I was standing in the shower in front of him while he washed me from head to toe, using only his hands and a bar of soap, a satisfied smile teasing his perfect lips the entire time.

Afterward, he dried us off and then tucked us both into bed.

The man had just f*cked me like he wanted to destroy me, but I’d never felt more cherished or more safe than I did in that very moment.