When You're Mine (MINE #3)(16)

“I know you can do better than that. Come on, let me hear that filthy mouth of yours.” A hard smack landed on the side of my thigh as he settled between my legs.

I released a charged breath. “I want you to f*ck me so hard and deep, I feel you for days.”

My vision blurred and I swear I saw stars when he slammed into me. Hard and punishing, he buried himself deep as strong fingers painted bruises on my hips, holding me in place, f*cking me with all his might. The growl that rumbled from his chest was so raw… it exposed yet another beautiful layer of the man above me.

Barrett began to move faster, spreading me wider with an elbow hooked under my knee. He pounded harder, hitting me in places I never knew had nerves. My body was on fire.

My chest… an inferno.

Slowing his thrusts, he continued to move inside of me. “You feel so f*cking good. This * was made for me to eat… f*ck… keep. Tell me it’s mine.” I closed my eyes, my body tightening beneath his. “Look at me,” I opened my eyes. “Tell me.”

“Yours.”

His lips took mine in a kiss that made my insides explode. Then he found his own release with a low growl in my ear. We fell together in a satisfied heap of sweaty limbs. Barrett rolled, making his way to the bathroom while I struggled to find air and good sense. Eventually, I found enough of both to get up from the bed and reach for my panties. I didn’t get a foot in before I found myself being pushed back into the bed and beneath him. “I’m not finished with you.”

“Barrett, we can’t...” I started, feeling him harden against my thigh. I looked down with a smirk before bringing my eyes back to his smiling face.

A soft grind of his hips and I conceded. “Fine, one more time.”

Barrett’s mouth covered my nipple, teeth scraping the sensitive skin. “Whatever you say, baby.”

He gave me two more sheet clawing orgasms before we found sleep in each other’s arms.



After quietly slipping from the bed, I snagged my panties and held my breath, creeping across the bedroom. I tip toed to the door, slowly twisting the knob before ducking out. I scurried through the dimly lit apartment, retrieving my bra along the way. I found my dress and shoes in front of the door and dressed as quickly as I could.

I’d just shouldered my purse when the wind was yanked from my lungs in a harsh gasp. “Going somewhere?” Barrett’s voice was gravely and thick, smothered in irritation and sleep. I spun in place and found him standing several feet away from me. Fuck me hair pointing in every direction, his hands were planted firmly on his narrow hips, naked as the day he was born. “Back in bed.”

The look on his face told me not to push him, but what did I do? “No.”

Three steps and he had me against the door, shoving the strap of my bag from my shoulder. Strong hands moved to the neckline of my dress. Gripping the fabric, he ripped it down the front. “I want to see you try and walk away from me now.”

My hand landed across his face as a pit of fire grew hot in my belly. “Asshole!”

“Fight me all you want.” He reached for my panties, effectively ripping them from my body to join what was left of my dress. I shoved at his shoulders, balling my fists to pound on his chest before one hand fell between my legs, and then two fingers found their way inside of me. Barrett fisted his other hand in my hair, jerking back to expose my neck. I continued to struggle. He yanked harder, yielding me to him completely. His fingers continued to move in and out slowly. “Is this how I get you to stop fighting it? Take what I want?”

Yes.

I was afraid he’d already seen it, buried deep beneath the surface.

The need to be taken.

To be wanted.

To be…

His lips met the heated skin of my neck, releasing warm wet kisses along the line of my throat while his fingers f*cked me.

Slowly.

Tortuously.

“Wider.” I did as he said, giving myself over to the moment.

To him.

Barrett released my hair and fell to his knees, removing his fingers. I whimpered. “You have such a hungry little *. I’m going to make sure it stays well fed, baby.” A low mewl leaked from my mouth as his tongue swiped between my wet slit. Then he did it again, and again and again, savoring every lick. He buried his face, his tongue centering right at my clit while his lips moved against me.

Eating.

Drinking.

Devouring.

Tugging at my weakened legs, he sprawled out on his back across the floor, centering me on top of his glorious face.

A dream come true.

My hands fell to the hardwood behind his head while his arms wrapped around my upper thighs. His mouth attached to my *, urging my hips back and forth. The whisper of spiky whiskers created a delicious burn on my inner thighs. Every time I moved, he growled, the vibration creating an uninhibited feeling. I screamed his name, begging for more, vigorously riding his gorgeous face. Reaching up, he twisted my nipples, squeezing them between his fingers so hard, I threw my head back and came. Bursting into flames with an explosion of heat so intense, I fell forward in an attempt to crawl away from his destructive mouth. He continued, consuming every drop of pleasure he’d given.

He finally released me and I rolled to my back, searching for the air needed to think straight… but I didn’t get the chance. Reaching for my purse, he dropped it next to me. “Condom. Now.”