Page 47 of Pucking Possessive


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Lilac is still asleep when I wake up, her body curled against mine, my cock still inside her, but this time from behind. How many times did I come inside of her last night while she slept? The limit does not exist. Her breath is coming out in soft puffs, her lashes resting against her flushed cheeks, and the faintest pink glow kisses her skin from everything we did last night.

And I don’t deserve any of this. I don’t deserve her, but she’s offering herself to me and I can’t say no.

I exhale slowly, trying not to move, trying not to wake her, because I could stay like this forever. Buried inside her. Wrapped in her scent. Her body is still slick and warm around me.

But then I hear it.

The creak of a floorboard. Footsteps in the hall.

A fuse lights in my chest because I don’t trust anyone in this house anymore.

I don’t want to move. I don’t want to pull out. I want to stay buried in her until the sun goes down again. Keep my cum inside her where it fucking belongs. But if someone walks in and sees her like this, naked, flushed, stretched around my cock, I’llburn this whole house down. With every single one of her family members inside.

With a groan, I ease out of her. My dick throbs the second I slide free.

And what I see nearly brings me to my knees.

Thick drops of my cum mixed with her blood from last night is dripping from her swollen pussy.

Fuck.

I clench my fists, fighting the urge to climb between her legs and slide back in. To fuck her into the mattress until she’s sobbing and shaking and full of me again. But I can’t. She needs time. I know taking my cock like she did couldn’t have been all pleasure, and I need to let her rest.

I kneel beside the bed, brushing her hair from her face. My hand wraps gently around her throat, thumb stroking softly. Then I kiss each of her eyelids, trying to wake her up as gently as possible.

“Wake up, baby,” I whisper. “We need to get dressed.”

She stirs, lashes fluttering open, and my chest tightens at the sight of her.

Once she’s fully awake, I brush my lips against hers. “I’m going to go have a talk with your brother. Take your time getting ready, and then we’ll head out. I think we made ourselves clear that I’m not letting Vincent anywhere near you, no matter what they threaten.”

I’m pretty sure it’s Adam I hear pacing in the hallway. Probably stewing over last night.

I don’t want Lilac around him, not with the way he’s been acting.

I push up from the bed and tug on a pair of Kings gray sweatpants, then grab the white tee that is sitting on the top of my bag.

As I pull it over my head, I glance at my girl. She’s biting her lip, the covers pulled tight around her chest, her cheeks pink.

I walk over to her instantly and cupping her jaw, tilting her chin up. “Look at me.”

She does. Instantly. And my dick throbs. She’s usually bratty. Willful. Stubborn as hell. I love that about her, I really fucking do. But I also love this, too.

The way she only listens to me. When I give her a direction, it’s like she instantly wants to comply and that makes me feel like I’m fucking eight feet tall.

“Are you covering up because you regret last night? Or are you just not used to anyone seeing your beautiful body?” The other times I’ve seen her completely naked have been in a dark bedroom, or the dark cab of my truck, or she’s been so shaken up that she probably didn’t have time to process it.

She tries to look away, but I tighten my grip slightly. “Look. At. Me.”

She does, and I want to drop to my knees and beg her to let me worship her forever.

“I could never regret anything with you, cowboy,” she says softly. “I’m glad my first time was with you.”

I lean down and kiss her gently. A soft press of lips. I don’t want to ruin the moment by adding onto her sweet admission. I was her first everything, and I’ll be her last, her only.

“I’ll see you in a minute, future wife,” I murmur, and it isn’t lost on me when she giggles that she thinks I’m calling her that because it’s our little inside joke. I fucking mean it. She’s going to be my wife someday soon.

I slip out of the room, opening the door just wide enough to slide through because no one gets to see my girl in any state but fully clothed.