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GRACIE

W e’re making out before we reach my apartment building’s entrance. His hands are under my dress, squeezing my ass by the time we get to the stairs. By the time we’ve ascended them, Talon’s carrying me to the door, his rock-hard erection enthusiastically brushing against my sensitive sex.

Awkward encounter with Ezra aside, I’m not letting anything get in the way of my night with him. I’ve been waiting for this for years—it feels like lifetimes at this point—it’s not going to pass me by that easily.

He pins me against the wall to unlock the door and push it open.

And as soon as we pass the threshold of public space to my apartment, my hands shoot down the front of his body, working his belt buckle to release.

He groans at every touch, heartier when my haphazard gestures fumble and stroke his throbbing member.

By the time I’ve got his pants loose, we’re in my bedroom. I help him shed his layers while he walks me the last few steps to the bed. Shoes, pants, boxers, everything apart from his shirt, though it’s a lot harder to do that when he has me straddling his waist.

We reach the foot of the bed, and Talon’s hands move off my ass, one grabbing me by the waist while the other slides up to my neck. He breaks our kiss and lays me down on the bed gently before pulling his shirt overhead.

My eyes nearly burst out of their sockets when it’s off.

I’ve seen Talon shirtless before, but I’m awestruck at his exceptional physique, fully naked.

His muscles have muscles, all of them firm, tense, and flexed like he’s gearing for war and trying to show his physical dominance.

The muscle that holds my gaze the longest is the slab of meat standing between his legs.

It’s long, thick, and hard as iron and bounces as his eyes hungrily scan my still-clothed body.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” Talon mutters, as if embarrassed to say it aloud.

“Me too,” I admit honestly, sitting upright to start undressing.

Before I can reach for my first heel, Talon stops me.

In a quick motion, he presses a hand into my shoulder to lower me back onto the bed and falls to his knees in front of my legs dangling off the bed.

I chuckle at the action, but the sound gets caught and choked at the ticklish sensation of his rough fingers striking my calf.

“Lie back, relax. I’ll handle it.” His smoldering gaze makes my heart skip a beat, leaving a fluttery sensation in my chest.

Holding my calf with one hand, Talon allows the other to strip my first heel.

He repeats the process on the other, smiling the whole time he’s busy, before bringing my leg higher to his face.

He looks at my freshly shaved skin like it’s a precious art piece.

And to top it all off, Talon leans in close, hot breath tickling me, before he moves to kissing.

Tingling warmth settles in my core while Talon’s lips skim across my skin.

From my calf, past my knee, and onto my ultra-sensitive, tingling thighs.

His hands fly past his head, latching onto my dress while his mouth works against my skin.

Tugging and pulling at the fabric, unsteady grunts follow his slow movement to hoist my dress up higher.

With the hemline inching higher, so does his kissing. From the gentle start below, he’s devolved into a mess of lips smashing against any flesh it can, his tongue slithers out and laps any liquid coating its path, and deep, animalistic grunting to convey his pleasure and indulgence.

I don’t want to get in the way of his enjoyment, but my body yearns for more. I want to feel all of him, over and inside all of me. His mouth, his hands, his cock.

I’ve waited years for this moment. Eagerly bidding my time in hopes that someday it may come, and I appreciate his cautious approach, taking time to make this as romantic as possible, but I can’t hold back my desires any longer.

I slip my hands over the shoulder straps of my dress, tugging them downward to start. It’s enough to loosen the top of my dress, and as I move my hands farther down to their inevitable destination, I claw the garment lower until my tits are exposed. So focused on his task, Talon doesn’t notice.

It’s only when my fingers skim over his face that his burning hazel eyes turn up to me. His jaw drops between kisses as he notices my exposed mounds. And it’s in this sudden confusion that I pull his head away from my thighs and directly to my gooey center.

Unable to break eye contact with my breasts doesn’t stop Talon from getting back to eating me out.

As if the catalyst to give him free rein to do whatever he wants, Talon forgoes the slow and steady approach, burying his tongue inside me for his first taste.

Satisfied, he runs the full pad of his tongue against my quivering pussy.

My body jerks and spasms, inadvertently bucking my hips forward into the warm muscle.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” I whimper, while his tongue soothes my desperate sex.

He mumbles something against me, but I can’t make it out and have no intention of stopping to hear a corny joke right now. So, I chuckle, gasp, and moan as he brings a finger to my hole while he suckles and tongue-lashes my clitoris.

“Talon.” Just saying his name is nearly impossible.

So lost in the sensations his mouth delivers, I almost don’t want it to end.

At the same time, I want more. All of him.

Filling the empty hollowness inside me only he can.

I want us to join together, become one, feel the warmth of his touch resonate from inside me.

I have to repeat myself twice more before Talon’s ears prick up and his gaze snaps to me. Even while staring into my eyes, his tongue remains wriggling against my entrance. His insatiable hunger for me is exactly what I wanted.

“I want you inside me,” I say outright, and his lips peel away from my pussy in an instant. He’s on top of me just as fast, smashing his soaked face against mine, giving me a taste of the nectar he’s drunk so deeply from.

I feel the swollen tip of his manhood prodding against my pussy while our mouths dance in electric delight. With no guidance from either of us, it knows where to go and wants in immediately. And for the first time since all of this started, a tense bundle of nerves tightens my body into a knot.

Not from a lack of desire or want for this.

No, the opposite. Feeling the head of his glorious hammer knocking at my door drives the sensation.

Knowing that all I’ve dreamed of for so long is finally coming to pass.

Years of desperate waiting, wanting, over in a heartbeat.

Annoyance at myself, realizing it could’ve happened so much sooner.

But mostly, and I guess it’s the part that both excites and terrifies me, is the sheer size of his cock. Taking it all, indulging in his pleasure while he splits me in half.

I squeal suddenly as the bundle of nerves erupts across my body.

“What’s that for?” Talon asks, his kiss moving down my cheeks and over my neck.

“Excited.” One word to express every emotion building inside me.

“Then I better give you what you want.” He allows his hands to drop over my breasts, squeezing the mounds and teasing my nipples between his fingers.

“I’ll take it if you don’t. At least this way you can feel in control.”

He chuckles against my neck, traveling up to my ear before answering. “I never said I was in control. That honor is all yours.”

I open my mouth to speak again, but Talon, knowingly or not, shuts me up completely, easing his hips forward. The tip glides against my pussy lips, then back down, gathering a coat of my silky arousal as lubricant.

I bellow out at the newest of his incredible sensations, swinging my arms around his neck. Holding on for dear life, both ready and not, for what’s about to happen.

One of his hands releases my breast to snake down our bodies.

I can’t see what he’s doing, but I don’t have to in order to know he’s guiding himself to my entrance.

Talon’s entire body shudders as he brings his head closer, and as it reaches the end of the line, he’s tense and flexing, releasing heavy, labored breaths.

“Are you ready?” he asks, as if I’m not begging for it already.

He lifts his head, and our eyes lock together. I’m nibbling nervously on my lower lip, but nod my reply because speaking seems damn impossible right now.

“Good.” He plunges his tip into me.

A synchronous moan floods my otherwise quiet bedroom. Another follows as he inches his way lower, slow and steady, giving me time to adjust to his girth before he makes another move.

Every pause comes with his cock throbbing inside me. It pulses waves of pure bliss throughout my body. A flood of euphoria and delight while I’m barely able to move. And the few restricted movements I can make intensify my grip around his shoulders.

The longer he goes with the precise movements, the more comfortable I become. Before long, his slow inching turns into rhythmic thrusting, and I meet him with rolling hips, accepting as much as I can take.

“Your pussy feels so good, baby,” he mutters between low grunts. With it comes the first sign that he’s losing control. Unable, or maybe just unwilling, to keep the steady pace.

I grin up at him, wanting to see him lose it completely. Never being good at dirty talk, I’m almost certain I’m going to make an ass out of myself. But lost in the deep, heady grips of pleasure, maybe it won’t matter.

“That’s it, baby.” My body moves on its own, instructing my legs to hook around his waist and pull him into me. “Fuck my tight, warm pussy. Give it to me. Everything you’ve got. Make me squirm and scream.”

Talon’s body tenses, and his thrusts become erratic blasts from a jostling body.

Guttural sounds emit from his mouth, a mix of moans and roars as he fights back his release.

Between the cacophony we’re emitting, I can hear him trying to speak.

Part of me wants to hear it, intrigue piqued, and mind locked in on his voice.

The rest of me is too far gone to the intensity of the pleasure Talon’s pumping into me.

“Mine,” he growls. A single word that could have so much meaning. His? What’s his? Parsing the message would be a challenge under normal circumstances, but with a come-drunk mind and a body writhing in agonizing delight, I’ll have to wait for more.

In his attempts to speak, without getting lost in the throes of pleasure, Talon’s pace slows.

The strength he’s found in controlling his body when he’s so close to the edge is impressive, but where slowing his thrusts might keep him in the game, I’m still floating high among the clouds any time he moves his hips.

“All mine.” He slams his full length into me, tickling every nerve ending inside.

“This?” He presses his lips against my neck.

His tongue makes an appearance, caressing mottled flesh, travelling up to my ear.

“Mine.” His kisses travel across my collarbone, on my shoulder, and over one breast. Again, his tongue finds the hard point, and every lick makes my tummy flutter further. “These? Mine.”

His hand sinks between our bodies while he slams his cock into me. He moves it until his thumb rests against my clitoris, applying just enough pressure to make me scream out.

“Most importantly, this is mine.” He speaks against my breasts before raising his head to gaze straight into my eyes. “Do you understand?”

He could say anything to me right now, and no matter how depraved or fucked up, I’d agree. To hear something so sweet, even if uttered in the same husky growl I’ve heard him scare people away with, melts my heart into a puddle around his cock.

“I want to hear you say it.” Talon drives another deep, hard thrust.

“Yours.” My eyes roll to the back of my head, and an exalted howl I never knew I could emit blasts out of my grinning mouth. “Yours now. Yours always.” He starts rolling his thumb in slow circles against my hood. “Yours alone. Yours always.”

“Good girl.” Those two words send me over the edge, where my admission does the same to him.

With one hand pinned between our bodies, the other moves onto my hip. He digs in firmly, holding me in place, and his pace starts to quicken. My nails instinctively dig into his back, trying to pull him deeper for a kiss.

And kiss we do, as another orgasm tears out of my core, making my entire body rattle and shake.

When he tries to pull away, I dig in deep again to keep him on top of me.

Our mouths locked, souls entwined, knowing he wants to warn me of what’s to come, but I don’t need him to.

His intense motions and stiffening body are enough of a sign.

He’s plummeting to the edge of release, and how better to do it than with my tongue halfway down his throat?

His manhood starts to flex and knocks against my walls.

He sucks in short shallow breaths wherever he can get them between our kiss and primitive grunting.

Then I feel it, hot liquid splashing and filling me up to the brim.

I howl into his mouth, bucking my hips into his last pumps to accept every drop he has to offer.

And as the intensity of his release still, Talon collapses on top of me, cock still buried, panting heavily against my chest. I hook my legs around his waist and slide a hand up his back, resting it in the mess of his hair.

“You’re fucking incredible.” His voice is croaky, exhausted, and spent.

“I know,” I joke, keeping him pinned in place.

I never want this moment to end, but deep down, I know it never will. Not really. We’ll part again, his magical cock from my warm confines, out to work or wherever we end up going alone.

But we’ll always return to each other. Because now and forever, I’m his.

And he is mine.