Page 128 of Speak No Claim

I placed her on my lap with her legs straddling my waist. She kissed along my cheek, moving down my neck. I wrapped my hands around her waist, sliding them under her top to feel the soft skin on her back.

She rotated her hips against my cock in approval, leaning her head back to give my lips more access to her flesh. My mouth moved from her neck down to her collarbone, slowly savoring the elevated heat of her body pressed up against mine and getting hotter with each caress of my tongue touching her skin.

I grabbed both sides of her face, closing the distance between us, colliding our lips together. Our tongues did their own sinful dance, devouring each other. I bit her bottom lip, causing her to whimper. Her mouth was so fucking perfect, and all I could picture was her plump lips wrapped around my cock.

She was one of a kind.

Mine.

Her lips parted. I slipped my tongue into her waiting mouth. When she breathed out, her scent was all around us, consuming my desire to feel her wrapped around me. I leaned forward, flipping her onto her back on the blanket. I wanted to feel her body beneath mine. The second I was above her, my hand started roaming. Her breathing picked up, engulfing me in nothing but my need to keep going and claim what would always be mine.

She writhed and moaned beneath me, only enticing me to go further. My hand moved to the top of her breast, her nipple hardening. She pushed her breast further into my hand, and I immediately gripped it harder, earning me a moan.

It was the best sound in the world.

I rubbed my hard cock against her pussy, igniting this friction between us. She followed my lead, starting to rub up against me.

“Fuck,” I groaned into her open mouth.

Her hips moved faster against my cock with much more momentum than before. I felt her hand creep down between us and delicate fingers wrap around my dick over my jeans. She stroked me with a steady rhythm.

There was something animalistic about the way I was staring at her. A lion before it attacked its prey, luring me in with her eyes.

“What do you want?” she panted.

“Only what you can give me,” I simply replied, not budging for a second.

She knew she was testing my limits, provoking me on purpose, but this was a power struggle I wasn’t willing to lose.

She was breathless, her chest immediately heaving. “What if I don’t want to?”

“I didn’t ask what you wanted.”

She sucked in her lip, contemplating disobeying me, pushing my buttons a little more, but the look on my face told her I’d reached my limit.

“You’re so possessive.”

“What tourists, Hennessy?”

“Why?” she mocked. “Are you going to put a hit out on them?”

“No, baby.” I gripped the front of her throat. “I’ll kill them with my bare hands for touching one inch of your skin.”

“That’s healthy…” she taunted, fully aware of what she was doing. “I’d still choose the bear.”

“Sweetheart.” I grinned against her mouth. “You did.”

She smiled against mine. “Don’t I know it.”

Within seconds, I had her completely naked beneath me.

“What about your clothes?”

Over her rebelliousness, I flipped her onto her hands and knees. Before she could go anywhere, I gripped her hair by the nape of her neck and yanked her back toward me. Her ass was against my cock, her body arched like a fucking cat.

“Who do you think you’re fucking with?” I breathed out, gently licking my lips, stirring her need for me to kiss her.

“Do you want me to touch you?” I baited, walking my fingers down her stomach.