Make You Mine by K.T. Quinn

27

Charlotte

Jayce gazed down at me with lust, an unrestrained lust that sent a tingle up my spine.

I’m ready, I thought as I gazed back at him. More than ever, I need him.

His hand clutched my cheek and the wind rushed out of my lungs as he kissed me, hard and deep, finally giving in to the raw desire that had tormented us this past week.

It’s finally happening.

Jayce folded me against his body, strong arms wrapping around me protectively. I felt him surge against me, the thick ridge of his manhood pressed against my thigh as he devoured me with kisses, a hand wrapping around the back of my neck possessively. I clawed at his body like an animal, fingers dragging along his chest and across his abs and biceps, feeling the lines of his body like the contours of a muscular map. Everywhere I touched was hard and hot, a steel beam of a man.

“Charlotte,” he groaned into my mouth, more intimate since it was my real name rather than Peaches. His lips were heady and addictive, and my pussy clenched tightly, aching to feel him.

We’re really doing this.

Jayce’s fingers danced into my damp hair, tightening in a fist to tilt my head back so he could nuzzle at my neck. Heat from my loins flooded my body, spreading in all directions as he kissed a trail down to my shoulder, beard scratching wonderfully as he went.

His hand ran down the bare skin of my belly, teasing at the edge of my panties before finally curling under the wet elastic. He broke the kiss long enough to crouch down, breath whispering along my core as he pulled my soaked panties down. I stepped out of them and he rose slowly, his face only an inch from my skin, hot breath moving up my knees, then thighs, and past my soft mound. My inner walls twitched with the anticipation of feeling him inside me, filling me.

He kissed me hard again, sucking my tongue between his lips as his hand cupped my slit. I gasped as one finger curled up and in, sliding inside the drenched walls with ease. Up and up it went, knuckles digging deeper into my wet heat while the rain beat down on the barn roof.

“Ohh,” I moaned, falling back onto the bed. Jayce came with me, finger never leaving my lushness, and he grinned wolfishly as I bucked against his finger, whimpering for more.

He added a second finger inside me, pushing deeper, flooding me with pleasure. My wetness coated his hand as he twisted his fingers, knuckling into me while his thumb rubbed my clit in the soft amber light of the barn. After a week of text messages and flirting, the feeling was overwhelming and powerful. Like scratching the world’s biggest itch.

Blood rushed through me as he pumped his fingers, corkscrewing inside me. Every nerve I possessed was on fire. Soon I was trembling and bucking harder against him, moaning as he watched me squirm on the bed, consuming me with his eyes. And when I couldn’t take it any longer, his lips crushed against mine and swallowed my screams while my body shattered and shivered with release.

I was still coming down from my climax as Jayce stood. He stripped his boxer-briefs, unleashing the hard length within. Beautiful and long and thick with potential. The sight of him made me tremble, and I ran my fingers along the v-grooves of his hips as he knelt between my legs.

“I’ve wanted this every day,” he rumbled like an avalanche, one that covered me completely. “Every fucking day out there picking up trash and mending fences. I’ve craved you, Peaches.”

“You have me,” I breathed. “I’m yours.”

He sank into me, head and shaft and then his soft hair tickling my mound. My pulse leaped as he filled me, stretched me, widened me, and I spread my legs to accept every throbbing inch. His eyes locked onto mine and widened, mouth opening in awe.

There was nothing more beautiful than the way a man looked in that moment.

I wrapped my thighs around him and held him inside me, clenching my core around his ridge in a sexual hug. My inner walls rippled around his thickness as we moaned and savored finally giving in, feeling we’d both been dreaming.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned into my neck.

I took his head in both my hands and raised my lips to his. “It’s because you’re so big.”

“Little bit of both.” He grinned lustily. “Jesus fuck, I can’t stand it…”

He rolled his hips into me, and I relaxed the vice-like grip of my legs. Inch by inch he pulled back, leaving emptiness in his wake, and just when his tip was about to leave me he slid back in. My entire body trembled with pleasure as he filled me from base to tip, and Jayce moaned with delight while I felt him throb inside of me.

We might be totally screwed if the Copperheads found out. But for now, it didn’t matter.

Tonight we had each other.

We moved faster and faster together, his cock swelling inside me as he groaned and gripped my ass with one hand, holding onto me for dear life. Jayce’s lips enveloped mine and his tongue forced its way in, conquering and claiming me. I ran my fingers across his back because I needed to feel more of him. His chiseled body moved above me like a machine, muscles flexing and contracting with every stroke. He drove into me passionately, from base to tip, pushing so deep that the room blurred and shuddered with every thrust of the mindless drive of our bodies.

“Peaches,” he said, voice cracking with concentration. “Charlotte…”

I fell apart at the sound of his voice. I could feel the fire building within me again, a tingling warning that I was about to come again. “Jayce,” I moaned back as thunder boomed outside.

“Come with me,” he demanded.

“Yes.”

“Come while I fuck you,” he gritted out. “While I make you mine.”

I screamed as the climax pulsed through my body, shattering waves of pleasure crashing on my shore as I surged upward with need. Jayce’s lips seared into mine as he moaned too, pressing his entire body against mine, crushing me into the bed and bottoming out inside of me. Jolts of ecstasy pinged between us as I felt his cock throb and pulse. His lips lifted from mine and I saw his blue eyes widen and gaze into mine with surprise and lust and love as he came with me, and the barn echoed with our cries of pure bliss.