Page 6 of Mine to Possess (Veteran K9 Team #3)

Chapter Six

Betty

H oly shit. I’ve never come like that before in my life.

Would he believe me if I told him?

I’ve been brazen this afternoon, totally unwilling to back down from what I want, which is not my normal MO.

It’s not that I’m shy. I never have been, but I am careful with my mind, heart and body—so jumping into a bed with a man I met hours ago is not normal.

And yet, I want what I want.

Right now, I want Barron—here and now.

He climbs up my body and kisses me possessively, the taste of my cum on his tongue. “You are fucking delicious.”

I smack my lips. “I guess I am.”

He smiles. “I could feast on you every day.”

“It looks like we’re setting up more than one date.”

He still has on his sweatpants, although his cock is out and pressed between my legs, hard and heavy. “Are you going to fuck me now, Barron?”

He sighs. “I want to. Christ, do I fucking want to. But this isn’t something I normally do, and I don’t have condoms with me.”

Worrying my lip, I go for broke, hoping my desperate need to have him does not turn him off. “I haven’t been with anyone in over a year and a half and according to my last GYN appointment, I’m disease free.”

“A year and a half? That’s a long time.”

“Yeah, it is. So you understand when I say I really want you to fuck me right now.”

“Are you on birth control?”

“Yes.”

Barron closes his eyes as if he’s in pain. “Oh Betty, I’m going to fuck you so good that you’ll want to come home with me.”

I don’t doubt him, because I already kind of do. The fact he lives in Spring City opens up so many possibilities for the future. Do we embark on a traditional relationship or will we be relegated to friends-with-benefits? Starting off hot and heavy like this, I suppose anything is possible.

He grips his cock and looks down between our bodies, slowly pushing himself in.

He’s big enough to make me gasp as I arch my back and spread my legs wide. “Oh! Oh, Barron.” I tilt my head back and close my eyes, soaking in the feeling of every nerve ending firing to life.

“Open up, bunny.” His voice is deeper now, demanding and gentle at the same time. “I want your eyes on me as I make love to you.”

Love?

Yeah, this definitely feels like more than a quick fuck. He is slow and intentional with his movements, filling me and then withdrawing at an excruciatingly tender pace, only to fill me again, pushing a little harder each time—making me feel him deep inside of me.

I am wet.

Soaking wet.

Gushing with every stroke—in a way I’ve never done before.

“Fuck.” Barron bites his lip. “You feel so fucking good—it’s taking all of my strength to control myself.”

I slide my arms around his back, gripping his shoulder blades as his muscles flex, arching my breast up into his chest. “This feels fantastic, but you can fuck me hard too. We have all night. We can do it all.”

“We have more than tonight, but let’s worry about tomorrow in the morning.” He lifts my leg with his powerful forearm, spreading me wider and plunging in deeper.

“Oh, god,” I gasp, overwhelmed with pleasure. It’s too much and I feel like I’m going to explode. I’m teetering on the edge, but unable to push over, my nerves buzzing with anticipation. “Please, Barron. Harder.”

“I can feel you clench around me, bunny. Are you ready to come?”

“Yes.”

He kisses me hard, disconnecting my brain from the pressuring building in my pussy. I melt underneath him, my body his to command as he sees fit. “Fuck, you fit me perfectly.”

“Mmmhmmm. We do feel amazing together, don’t we?” I close my eyes for a second, opening them as soon as he slows down.

He grins, as if he caught me with my hand in the cookie jar. “Eyes open. I want to look into yours when you come.”

This moment is so intimate and passionate. I don’t think I’ve ever had anybody make love to me like Barron is right now. We just met hours ago—we should be fucking like rabid dogs—and yet this differs from anything I’ve ever experienced.

With his eyes on mine, his hand cradling my neck, he moves in and out of me, completely focused on my pleasure. He smiles and leans forward to give me a gentle kiss. “Let go and come for me.”

Just like that, I do, my orgasm his to command as I silently crest over, my pussy pulsating as I lock my ankles around the small of his back.

Barron groans. His jaw clenched as my cunt pulsates and milks him for his seed.

I flash my big brown eyes at him. “Did you come?”

“No, bunny.”

“Why not?” I gasp, still trying to catch my breath.

His voice is gravelly, as if this is taking everything out of him. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

“Oh.” I stare up at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah,” he grins. “Oh.”

Barron lets my leg down and rolls to my side, pulling me with him. Within seconds, I’m straddling him, his cock still fully seated inside my body.

“Impressive.” I smile down at him and roll my hips.

“Mmmhmmm. Ride me, Betty. Nice and slow. Then I’ll fuck you hard like you want.”

I sit up straight, any self consciousness I normally have about my belly or large breasts nonexistent in front of this man. The way he looks at me—it’s like I’m the most beautiful, sensual, exotic woman he’s ever seen.

He doesn’t have to say the words—I feel beautiful in front of him by the way he looks at me.

Rolling my hips and riding him slowly, I focus on his pleasure as he slides his big hands up my thighs and over my sides to cup my breasts. “I like this. Do I feel good?”

“You feel amazing.” His husky voice and soft words caress my mind, while his strong hands caress my body. “What do you like about it?”

“It’s slow and unhurried. I don’t know. I feel connected to you right now.”

“Have you ever been in love, Betty?”

His question takes me by surprise. “Honestly? No.”

“Then you’ve never made love.” He says with an air of authority.

I suppose he’s right. Nobody has ever cared about me as much as I did them. I’ve had boyfriends, but none of them were guys I saw forever with.

“Have you?”

He brings his gaze up from my breast to meet my eyes, his head performing a slow shake. “I thought I was once, a long time ago, but honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been really in love.”

I lick my lips. “Tell me what happened?”

“Get under the covers with me.” As soon as he says that, I realize there’s a chill in the air and we’re both completely naked besides our socks and the sweatpants bunched around his ankles.

I climb off of him and he rolls to the other side of the bed, pulling down the blankets and patting the soft cotton fitted sheet with his big hand. “Lie down, bunny.”

Why on earth do I like him calling me that? It's a silly little pet name, and yet I know it's mine and only mine. Something about it rolling off his tongue makes me feel cherished, and I believe he’d do anything for me as long as I was under his protection.

As long as I was his.

Dear God, I want to be his.

I crawl into the bed next to him and he pulls me into his chest, wrapping his arms around me after pulling the blankets on top of us.

Cocooned in warmth, his body temperature heats my skin as he runs his hands up and down my back, brushing my ass with every swipe.

He caresses me, but also with enough sensuality to remind me where we are and who we are to each other.

Lovers.

“You were saying?”

He brushes the hair from my face and strokes my cheek with his forefinger.

“I was married many years ago when I was in the military. We started off as high school friends and reconnected at our ten-year reunion. After that we chatted online a lot, especially when I was deployed. She felt stuck in Branson and idolized my globe-trotting lifestyle, and I don’t know—I guess I felt like I could save her by giving her a way out of there.

We tried for a good six years to make it work.

While we enjoyed each other's company, we never really had any passion for each other. Once I made E-9 and had to move again for another assignment, she told me she wanted to go back home to Branson and asked for a divorce.”

“You don’t sound angry.”

“I’m not.” He shakes his head and smiles softly. “She’s happy now, and that’s all I ever wanted for her.”

“That’s very mature of you.” I bite the inside of my cheek, thinking about the best way to phrase this. “I don’t think—actually, I know I’ve never dated someone like you before.”

I hope he doesn’t get freaked out because I use the word dating . Guys are so sensitive about women latching on to them too quickly.

He flashes me a knowing smile. “Because before me, you only dated boys. I know, because when I was your age, I was a boy. Young men don’t understand or appreciate intimacy. They’re only focused on getting off.”

“Do you not want to get off?” I slide my hand under the smooth sheets, skimming the front of his thighs but not actually touching the goods.

And damn, they are good.

He draws in a slow breath, his eyes sparkling as he grips my hand and wraps my fingers over his still hard cock, sliding up and down lazily, but with enough pressure that I’m definitely jerking him off.

Or on—as the case may be.

“Of course I want to get off and I will be fucking you tonight—many times, many ways, and on every surface of this million-dollar vacation home—but I enjoy intimacy too. Since we fell into bed quickly, I want to be sure you don’t think I’m only looking for a mindless fuck.

I’d like us to enjoy ourselves by exploring everything each other offers—tonight and beyond. ”

Licking my lips, I move forward and press my nose to his. “It’s a date.”

He kisses me gently, letting go of my hand and sliding his fingers into my hair to deepen the kiss. “Are you ready to be fucked?”

“Yes.”

“Are you ready to come again?”

I bite my lip. “I honestly don’t know if I can again.”

“You can, bunny. I’m going to get you there and keep you there all night.”

He’s making promises to my mind and body—and I believe every word.

I think I’ve graduated from the bunny hill to the double black diamond.