Forbidden Romance by Lena Lucas

7

Leo

Fuck.

The amount of control I was using should have made me some kind of damn superhero. But my self-resistance was slipping away, my sanity leaving as I watched my dick slide in and out of her tight, wet heat. Her pussy was pink, so fucking pink it was like cotton candy. My mouth watered, and my thick cock jerked. Her inner walls gripped my tightly, so hard it was almost painful.

So good. So… good.

With my hands on her outer thighs, I curled my fingers even harder into her flesh, holding on as I plowed in and out of her. I wanted my mark on her, wanted her creamy flesh painted purple and blue in the most erotic way, a show of ownership.

But fuck, she owned me too. She owned every part of me from the moment I saw her walk through that door at the bar.

“You’re so wet,” I growled and let my head fall back on my neck, closing my eyes, feeling my neck muscles tighten. Hell, my whole body was tight as I strained, thrusting in and out of her.

The slickness of her pussy and the suctioning warmth that surrounded my cock had my orgasm rushing close to the surface, but like some kind of otherworldly creature, I tamped down that and kept on pushing in and pulling out. Pushing in and pulling out.

No fucking way I’d let this end yet.

“You feel so fucking good.” I pushed into Daisy and stilled, letting her feel how big I was. Ten fucking inches was shoved deep in her tiny little pussy, and she took all of me, stretching good and wide to fit my thickness and length.

But I started picking up my speed as if my swinging hips had enough of the slow and easy. There’d be time later to make love to her good and proper.

My balls slapped her ass, and sweat beaded my body, my skin feeling hot, no doubt a flush stealing over me. Her breasts shook from how hard I fucked her, but she didn’t tell me to stop. She just kept her eyes trained on me, her lips parted, her cheeks painted with a pretty blush as she took all of me.

I leaned forward and ran my tongue along one stiff nipple, my mouth watering at her flavor. She tasted sweet with a hint of saltiness from her sweat. The peak of her tit was hard, elongated, and I gently bit it, swirled my tongue along it, drew it into my mouth. And all the while my hips never stopped pistoning.

This possessive wildness came into me like a spear through my heart. I didn’t want anyone but me touching Daisy. I didn’t want any male looking at her, talking to her… fuck, even thinking about her.

We might have only known each other for a few hours, but there was no way I could let her walk away. This was fast, frantic, and maybe it didn’t make much sense, but I was going with my gut on this.

And it was telling me that this woman was meant to be mine in all ways.

The hitch in her breathing told me she was going to come. That’s it, baby. Get off for me. Let me feel that tight pussy gripping my cock, milking me for my seed.

Her moans were soft and needy, and I worked my hips against her with a little more power. Thrusting hard and fast.

The fucking was obscene in the best of ways.

She was fucking hot.

“Come on, Daisy. Let go for me again. Give me what I want.” My voice was nothing but a husky growl, a demand.

I lowered my gaze to her pussy and watched my cock tunnel in and out of her. My cock stretched her wide. And then she squeezed her pussy around me.

“Fuck yeahhh. Milk my fucking cock. Get all that cum from me.” I reached down and started rubbing her clit back and forth, needing her to get off.  “Come one, baby. Come on.” I looked into her eyes while pumping in and out of her pussy, still rubbing her clit.

And she came right then and there for me. She was so damn receptive.

The sight of her getting off had my own orgasm rising up and taking control.

One thrust.

Two.

And on the third piston, I stilled and came.

My cock was buried as far inside her as I could get, and I came long and hard, filling her body with my cum, making her take every last drop, wanting it slipping from her pussy and getting the sheets wet beneath her.

Nothing will ever feel this good. No one will ever make me feel like this but Daisy.

Fuck, I couldn’t even keep my eyes open because of how good she felt.

“Christ. Yes, Daisy girl.” My words were gruff and coarse, but I couldn’t have stopped them from coming out.

When I was spent and drained dry, I collapsed on top of her. But I quickly rolled away so I didn’t crush her and instantly pulled her in close. I needed her body against mine like I needed to breathe. I shifted her so her body was draped over mine, and when she struggled, complaining she was too heavy for me, I scoffed at her words and smoothed her hair off her face.

“Just rest, Daisy. Let me hold you and protect you and keep you close.” I didn’t think about those words or how deeply I meant them. And thankfully she didn’t stiffen or shy away from me because of it.

Instead, she sunk against me more and let me wrap my arms around her.

And as I sensed her falling asleep with my arms wrapped around her, I thought about her leaving me. I envisioned her walking out the front door come morning, and this panic settled inside me. The very thought of her being with anyone but me had blind rage filling me, had jealousy claiming me. Hell, I wanted to hunt down this imaginary man and fucking kill him.

I tightened my hold on her as if she were about to leave and go into another's arms this very moment.

But I tried to push those thoughts aside and focus on the here and now. I knew one thing for certain; I couldn’t let her walk away from me or from what we could have together.