Page 20 of Pucking Possessive (Kings of Castlebrook #2)

CALLUM

L ilac Fairbanks, my literal dream girl, is straddling me on the porch swing, bare from the waist up, moonlight slipping over her skin like it’s my own personal spotlight. And I can’t fucking breathe.

Not because she’s half-naked. Not even because of the way she’s rocking slightly on top of me, her thighs hugging my sides like she was made to be there. It’s because I know I’m about to ruin her. And I’ve never wanted anything more.

Her hand slides up the back of my neck, pulling me in. “Please,” she whispers. “I want this. I want you.”

I grip her hips, thumbs brushing the curve of her ribs. “I need to hear you say it, Lilac. You want me to fuck you right here? Do you want me inside of you?”

She nods, breath hitching. “Yes. Please. I’m yours.”

That word does something violent to me.

Mine. The word echoes throughout my mind as some sort of baseline. It’s what I feel, what I think, all I can hear when she’s near me.

I slide my hand down her stomach, slow and reverent, until I reach the waistband of her panties. “Lift your hips, baby.” I want her bare, nothing trying to come between us when I plunge inside her for the first time.

She does, and I push the pink lace down her soft thighs. She shivers when the cold air hits her skin, but she doesn’t stop me. She just watches, breathing heavily, as I drag my fingers along the inside of her thigh.

“You’ve never done this before.” It’s not a question, but my mind is scrambled right now, but I know I need to make sure she understands that this is going to hurt. She’s fucking small, and I’m not, but God if I don’t need her in the worst way right now.

“No,” she says. “I’ve only ever wanted you, cowboy.”

Fuck.

I palm myself through my jeans, just trying to hold back, but before I know it, I’m pulling my zipper down and my cock springs out and slaps against her perfect thigh. “You know just what I want to hear, bambi,” I whisper.

Her eyes go wide when I stroke my cock, scooting her forward. I line myself up so that her pussy is at the base of my cock, and it sticks straight up. I lift her dress up so that she can see how far inside her I’m going to be. My dick twitches at how deep in her I’m going to be.

Lilac’s lips part, and I see the wonder there, the fear, the need. I hook one arm around her lower back and the other under her thigh.

“You sure?” I ask one more time.

She nods. “I’ve never been more sure.”

I lift her up, just to guide her down on top of me. I feel her wet heat spread over my tip, and I groan, trying to hold on to any gentle bone I have left in my body. “It might hurt at first, bambi.”

“It’s you. I don’t care,” she breathes out, and I can tell she means every word.

I grip her hips and guide her down slowly, inch by inch, until she takes me.

She gasps when I break through all the way, and when she winces, I lean forward, burying my face in her neck, kissing her and apologizing in hushed whispers for the pinch of pain I’m putting her through right now.

My name breaks from her lips like a prayer, and her fingers dig into my shoulders. I wrap my arms around her, holding her as she settles fully on to me.

“You okay?” I breathe. I feel like I’m dying and in heaven all at the same time. I want to be deeper. I want to thrust inside of her until my cum is dripping down her thighs.

She nods and then starts to move. I think she knows I’m trying not to hurt her, but I’m not ready to let her ride me just yet.

I lean forward and take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard until she gasps and arches against me. My tongue circles it slowly in the most possessive way before I switch to the other, lavishing it with the same attention.

"I dream about these every single night," I growl against her skin. "Your tits drive me fucking insane. I could spend the rest of my life with my mouth on them."

She whimpers, her hands flying to my hair, tugging as I suck harder, letting my teeth scrape just enough to make her moan. I lap at her so reverently, groaning when her nipple pebbles even more against my tongue.

"You’re so sensitive here, baby. I knew you would be. Knew you’d be soft and perfect for me,” I praise her, because all I ever want to do is worship this girl.

I glance up and see her eyes glassy, her lips parted, her body already trembling, and we haven’t even started moving again. I want her to come for me before I lose control. I want her to remember the pleasure of tonight and not the inevitable pain.

I kiss between her breasts, then pull her close, lips brushing her ear.

"Every time we fuck, I’m gonna suck on these tits until you’re shaking.

You hear me? They’re mine. Just like the rest of you.

" I flick my fingers across her sensitive slit and then start lavishing her nipples with my tongue again. It’s not long before there’s a flash of wetness coating my dick.

My girl is unraveling, gasping for breath, begging me to fuck her.

It’s tentative at first, slow and clumsy, but holy fuck, it’s perfect. Her body adjusts, grips me tight as I fuck my hips up, burying myself deeper inside of her sweet pussy I start to pick up my thrusts.

“You feel so fucking good, Lilac. Better than I imagined. Better than anything. You were made for me,” I gasp the words out, and my voice is so overtaken with my own pleasure that I’m not sure she can even understand what I’m saying to her.

She moans and rocks harder, losing her rhythm but gaining something else. Something desperate. She kisses me with open lips, with teeth and tongue, moaning into my mouth.

“That’s it,” I growl. “Ride me, baby. Just like that. You’re doing so good. Taking me so deep. Letting me stretch this sweet little pussy open.”

She clenches around me. “Callum,” she gasps. “I think I?—”

“Come for me,” I whisper against her lips. “Soak me. Fuck, I want to feel you fall apart. I want to ruin you.”

She cries out, her body shaking, and I lose it.

I grip her hips and thrust up hard, once, twice, and I’m coming inside her with a growl. My name is still on her lips when I spill into her, raw and bare.

She’ll fully mine now. No one else on this planet and beyond will ever know what this feels like.

She collapses against me, both of us shaking. My arms are wrapped so tight around her I’m not sure where she ends and I begin.

I press kisses to her temple, her shoulder, her throat.

“You’re mine,” I murmur, still buried inside her. “I want you like this every time. Full of me. Dripping for me.”

She shudders. “You mean that?”

“Of course I do, baby.” I want to tell her I love her.

God, it’s right there, caught in my throat.

But I can’t. Not yet.

If I say it now, she might pull away. She might think it’s the sex or the adrenaline or what we’ve been through twisting me up.

So I hold it. Bury it until the time is right. She deserves the world, and I plan on doing everything within my power to give it to her.

“You’re perfect,” I whisper, suddenly feeling bold enough to skirt around what I really want to say to her. “Mine forever. No one else will ever touch you. I’ll kill them if they try.”

Lilac is completely spent in my arms, so I’m not sure that she’s even heard what I’ve said to her.

She's limp and flushed and breathing shallowly. Her skin is still warm against mine, her chest pressed to me, her hair sticking to the sweat at her temples. And she looks like a doll in my lap. She looks fucking so delicate, so breakable, but she’s not.

She’s resilient. She can get through anything, but I want to be around to make sure that she doesn’t ever have to do anything alone ever again.

I cradle her carefully, because I don’t want to rattle her out of the blissful state she’s fallen into.

Slowly, I pull out of her, my cock still wet and heavy, and she whines softly in protest. I kiss her cheek, her shoulder, every inch I can reach of her bare skin.

She doesn’t fight me. My girl just blinks up at me like she’s too tired to speak, her body curled up and spent in my lap.

I reach for her panties, but instead of putting them back on her, I shove them in the pocket of my jeans. She’s still so soft, so pliant as I lean her back and pull the top over her dress up over her full breasts, dressing her like she’s made of glass.

Only once she’s covered do I press my lips to her forehead and lift her just enough to fix my jeans so they don’t fall down when I carry her into her parents’ house.

I don’t need to add mooning the family to my list of mounting indiscretions I’m racking up on this visit. “Let’s get you to bed, baby.”

I gather her up in my arms and carry her inside the house, ignoring the house rule that I’m supposed to sleep in the guest room. Fuck that. I’m not leaving her side, especially not with how erratic her parents have been acting.

Once I get her to the bedroom, I don’t waste any time. I want her naked skin against mine because I don't know when I'll get to experience her again. Sure, we’ll be home in our bed tomorrow night, but that’s not soon enough. One night without this feeling is too much. I can’t fucking bear it.

I undress her reverently, like I’m unwrapping something too sacred to touch. I peel off her dress, leaving her bare in front of me, her skin flushed and soft in the dim light the moon is casting through the lace curtains.

Lilac’s eyes are heavy with sleep, but when I lean in and take one of her nipples into my mouth, she moans. Quiet and needy. Her fingers twitch like she wants to reach for me, but can’t.

I suck on her nipple, dragging my tongue in slow, lazy circles, then move to the other, giving it the same attention. I could live between her tits, worship them for the rest of my life, and still not get enough.

“Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted,” I whisper, sucking harder. “You were made for me, baby. These tits, this body... all mine.”

When I finally pull back, I spread her legs gently and stare down between them, my breath catching in my throat.

My cum is leaking out of her.

I groan and trail two fingers along her slit, watching it glisten. Then I push it back in.

Deep.

She moans in her sleep, her legs twitching.

“Gotta keep you full,” I murmur, still working my fingers inside her slowly. “Can’t let a drop of me go to waste. Not when it belongs to you.”

I notice that the room smells sweet, just like her as I climb in the bed beside her, pulling the blanket over both of us. She’s already halfway asleep, lips parted, lashes fluttering against her cheeks.

But I’m not done.

Not when I’m still hard. Still inside my head over the time I’ve spent pining for her always with the thought that we’d never get this kind of ending. I’m still fucking addicted to her.

I push her thighs apart further and lower myself on top of her to slide back inside, slow and easy this time. She moans in her sleep, and I swear I feel like I could come again just from the feel of her.

My hand that isn’t holding my weight from crushing her finds her breast, squeezing gently, thumb brushing over her nipple until it hardens. I groan and roll it between my fingers, then lower my mouth and suck, keeping her nipple in my teeth while I thrust slowly.

"That’s my good fucking girl," I growl, dragging my hand down her stomach to hold her thigh open wider to accommodate me. "So good for me, even in your sleep."

I move to my knees and use my hand that was holding me up to wrap lightly around her throat, just holding her there, not tight, but firm enough to make me lose my mind.

Her body twitches, adjusting, clenching around me.

I kiss the side of her neck, dragging my lips across her skin. "You’re mine, Lilac. You take my cock like you were built for it."

The pressure builds again, fast and blinding, but I still don’t want to wake her. I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life. I bury myself all the way, grinding against her with slow, possessive thrusts, and it doesn’t take but maybe ten more before I’m spilling into her.

Hot and deep.

My cum shoots inside her already filled pussy, thick and messy, and I don’t stop until every drop is where it belongs.

“Couldn’t help it,” I whisper against her neck, rocking into her with slow, lazy thrusts. “You’re too perfect. You make me crazy.”

She doesn’t wake. Just breathes heavy, letting me use her body like it’s mine. Because it is. Every inch of this girl belongs to me.

I keep rocking slightly inside of her until the tension in my body dissolves. Until I’m buried as deep as I can go. Until her warmth surrounds every part of me.

And when I finally still inside her, I whisper what I’ve been holding in.

“I love you.”

She doesn’t respond. She’s already asleep.

But I know she’ll hear it one day.

Because I’ll never stop saying it.