Make You Mine by K.T. Quinn

39

Jayce

I’d always had a strong will. When I set my mind to something, not even hell could divert my path.

But Charlotte had a way of tearing down my willpower and replacing it with her flowery scent.

I’d been trying to keep her away for her own good. It was harsh, but ultimately necessary. I knew it was the right thing to do. But I couldn’t keep myself away. Not even an hour after texting her, I was here knocking on her motel door and ripping her clothes off. I should have felt embarrassed about it. Instead, I felt satisfied. Even now, soon after we had finished, my cock swelled for her again.

What is happening to me?

I knew the answer. It was an obvious truth I’d been ignoring these past weeks. Charlotte wasn’t just some hot piece of ass I was fucking to pass the time. She was much more than that.

I was falling in love with Charlotte.

Deeply, madly, crazy in love with her. The kind of love that coats a man’s bones and strengthens him like steel.

It would only lead to one of us getting hurt, I knew. She was leaving when her community service was up. I could never let her love me back since I was a dead man. Even if we drove as far west as west went, I would never be truly safe. Not while Sid was alive.

Staying with her every night was building a storm within my soul that would eventually break. It might destroy me.

I don’t care. Fuck the consequences.

The only thing that was real was the way Charlotte felt underneath my grasp.

I kissed her hard and rolled her onto her side, then ground up against her smooth ass. She let out a gasp as my cock slid in between her legs then past her pussy, which was already sopping wet again. I moved back and forth on our sides like this, allowing my head to rub against her clit. Fake-fucking her while she squirmed and whimpered for more.

It was every bit as torturous to me as it was for her.

Finally, when I couldn’t stand it, I pulled back a little farther and then parted her wet lips with my crown. I was as hard as the steel I welded in my workshop as she arched her back for me, letting me in deeper, allowing me to bottom out inside of her.

The way she felt, and the way she melted underneath me, almost made me come right then and there.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her against my chest while she moaned, savoring the way I filled her. I nuzzled against the back of her neck and growled in her ear, “I wish I could fuck you all night.”

She twisted her head, lips searching for mine, and her tongue was wet and warm in my mouth.

I stayed inside of her without moving as the kiss deepened, until Charlotte began pushing her hips back against me. Urging me on. I would have loved to tease her some more but it wasn’t my choice. There was a wild animal inside my chest that would not allow me to hold back. It demanded that I fuck her, ravage her, fill her with my come.

It was more than just physical. She belonged to me.

And even though it was more than just physical, for now it didn’t matter. Both of us could pretend.

I fucked her slowly, taking my time, because she was mine.