Page 75 of That First Night

“You’ve never been fucked raw before?” I ask her.

“No,” she shakes her head.

“Good.” I smirk. “Because I’m about to ruin you for anyone else.”

My hands cup her breasts from behind as she starts to bounce her ass into me while I drive in and out of her. A stream of curse words coming out of her mouth over and over again.

She spreads her legs just an inch wider and her back arches more as her face presses against the mattress. The small change in movements has me unhinged and ready to explode. “Fuuuuck, baby,” I hiss. “You’re going to make me come already.”

“I’m almost there,'' she screams. “I just need… I just need—”

I reach around her as my thumb finds her clit and I begin to rub circles around it, giving her the more she needs. The more she craves.

“Thomas,” she yells out again. “Oh God, Thomas.”

“That’s it, baby. Scream for me,” I tell her, pressing harder on her clit and working my finger in quicker circles and I thrust faster from behind. “I want you screaming my name when you come all over my cock.”

“Come with me, Thomas.”

I swear to God, hearing her say that I almost blow my load right then and there. I want her with every fiber of my being. I want her. More than just now and this sex, I fucking want all of her.

I press my hips into her deeper as I give her more to tip her over the edge, closer to her orgasm. “You’re mine, Peyton,” I groan. Moving my body to hover over her so my mouth is closer to her ear. “You’re fucking mine.”

“I’m coming,” she begins to scream.

“Yes, you fucking are,” I say into her neck. “Your pussy is milking my cock, baby. You are squeezing me so tight.” I continue bucking my hips harder until my own release crashes over me. “Fuck, Peyton. I’m coming.”

“Yes,” she screams as I fill her with my cum. “Yes, Thomas! Fuck.”

As we finally come down from our highs, we both fall onto the bed as we try to regulate our breathing. Her messy bun is practically off her head and sprawls out over my chest as she moves to lay her head down on me.

Slowly she lifts her head. “Holy shit, Thomas.”

I don’t reply to what she just said, because I feel the same way. Holy shit. Instead, I tell her, “I meant what I said.”

“Y-you…” she cocks her head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“You’re mine.”

“I am?” She asks as if she doesn’t already know it.

“Yes, Sunshine,” I whisper as I move to where she’s now sitting on the edge of the bed. I bring myself eye level with her and give her a smile. “You’re mine, baby. Your smile is mine. Your kisses are mine. Your pussy is mine. Everything about you, is mine.”

Her mouth parts with a shocked look on her face as her eyes bounce between mine. “But…” she stutters. “What are you saying, Thomas?”

“I’m saying I want you,” I admit. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you across the ballroom. Then I wanted you again when I saw your beautiful hair blowing in the wind at the park. And I’ve wanted you again every single fucking day I come home from work.”

“B-but—”

“You drive me absolutely insane, Peyton,” I cut her off with a grin on my face. I brush a strand of hair away from her face as I look deep into her blue eyes. “But I want you. I want this.”

She pauses before the corner of her lip curls up the slightest. “What isthis, Mr. Ford?”

“Listen.” I smile at her use ofMr. Ford. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here. I don’t know the first thing about dating. I don’t know how to do relationships. But I want this with you, Peyton. I want to figure it out along the way. I want more than just this random sex in the kitchen or living room. I want us,” I admit.

She hooks her arms around my neck and in a low whisper she says, “I want that too.”

I lean down to press a hard, passionate kiss to her lips. I grab her and pull her to me to deepen the kiss. I forgot how perfect her lips feel against mine. Soft and seductive. I kiss her with need as my tongue sweeps inside of her mouth and tangles with her tongue. Her hands cup my face as she holds her kiss there, pressing hard into me. Reluctantly, I pull away. “Now get this sweet ass up, baby,” I tell her with a small smack to her ass after she stands. “Let’s go get washed up. We have to finish packing.”