Page 159 of Protecting What's Mine

He swore. “Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my dick, baby.”

She groaned then cried out when he moved. It was exquisite torture, the friction, the slide.

Cupping her chin in his hand from behind, he whispered dark, dirty praise as he fucked in and out of her.

“You’re such a good girl, Mackenzie. I love feeling you get tight on my cock like you’re trying to milk the come out of me.”

“You’re so fucking dirty, Linc,” she moaned.

“I can feel how wet it gets you. How wet you get for me.”

He gave a harder thrust, pinning her hips to the mattress and holding deep. She bucked against him, and he had to take a breath. Had to fight off the need to ram himself into her over and over again until his come ran out of her and soaked into the mattress.

“Don’t hold back on me now,” she hissed.

A man only had so much control. He yanked her up onto her hands and knees. “I’ll always give you whatever you ask for,” he promised darkly. His hips snapped forward, and he buried his throbbing dick inside her. He couldn’t catch his breath. Sweat dotted his skin as he continued to thrust into her. She dropped down onto her elbows, rocking back against him.

Those sweet ass cheeks tantalized him. He brought two fingers to his mouth and licked them.

“Hold still,” he ordered, feeling her vibrate on the tip of his cock when he pulled out. “Don’t move.”

With his wet fingers, he probed her cleft until he found that tight little rosette of muscle. “Hold tight, baby.”

In one motion, he sank his fingers into her ass at the same time that his cock entered her.

The noise that escaped her was fucking beautiful.

He fucked her with his cock and fingers. Rocking into her and taking them both right up to the edge. Again and again, he drove into her until they were both panting and trembling. Pulling back and holding still at the last second.

It wasn’t enough. He needed so much more from her.

“Baby, I need to see you.” He gritted out the words in a voice more gravel than human.

“Make me come, Linc,” she begged. “Please!”

“Not until I can see your eyes.” As carefully as he could manage, he pushed her down as he withdrew. “Roll over. That’s right, baby. Open your legs wide for me.”

He settled between her legs as their gazes locked.

“You want to come, baby?”

She nodded, and he could feel the throbbing of her need around the tip of his dick.

He held steady with one inch connecting them. “Look at me, Mackenzie.”

Her green eyes flew open.

“You belong to me. I belong to you. This is it. Understand?” He gave a teasing half thrust, giving her another inch. It drove him crazy not to be fully seated inside her. Not to feel her muscles closing around every fucking vein and ridge of his erection.

“I’m yours, Hotshot. For better or worse, I am all yours.”

It was good enough. Until he had a ring on her finger, until she said vows, this was good enough. He flexed his hips, burying himself to the balls in her. She cried out, and he held her closer, tighter. Her nails dug into his shoulders. The pain was a beautiful thing as he pummeled into her.

He could feel her muscles fluttering, knew she was close. His seed burned up from his balls, seeming to climb up his spine. Leaning in, he dipped his head to stroke the flat of his tongue over her nipple. It hardened, peaking and straining toward him.

In and out. Over and over again until there was no rhyme or reason. There was no rhythm or finesse. It was a primal, biological need to feel and see her come. He needed to give her this.

And when she moaned, when those green eyes fluttered open, he knew he was a goner. He could feel his balls pulling up against him, feel the delicious burn of his ejaculation rocket up his shaft.