Hot-Bites, Volume Two by Jenika Snow

Chapter Nine

Michael

Iwasn’t going to do this, not this way at least. I was going to hold back, claim Cassie a little at a time, but the taste of her on my lips, the look in her eyes and having her body beneath me, ready, primed and begging for me… it’s all more than I can deny.

If you were to ask me how I got undressed, I couldn’t tell you. I’m too wrapped up in this woman. It’s a blur of touching, kissing and watching as her pupils dilate with her arousal. Obviously, I was too hurried, because now she’s staring up at me and along with the hunger, I see fear again. Her hands are joined back at her breasts, and she’s wringing them so tightly it looks painful. I place mine over them, trying to calm her, ease her.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, Cassie. You don’t need to be nervous. I only want to please you.”

“I know, Michael,” she whispers, and the words are said quietly, but soberly.

I let the pads of my fingers drift over her face. She’s so fucking beautiful—better than any dream I’ve ever had. Fuck, she’s better than I deserve.

I bring her joined hands to my chest. She holds her arms stiffly and I move my hands over them gently, warming them and trying to calm her. I put her hand against my heart and slowly apply pressure and smooth out her muscles so her hands lie flat on my chest. The entire time, her eyes—so large and beautiful—are staring straight into mine. Her breath is so ragged that her body is vibrating.

“You’re safe with me, Cassie. You’ll be safe with me for the rest of your life, baby.”

My words are no different than I’ve said to her before, but right now they reach her deeply. I can tell by the way she relaxes slightly and the way her fingers flex in the hair on my chest. It’s like she’s stepped out of fear and come alive in my arms.

“Make me yours, Michael. No more waiting,” she urges.

Four simple words that are my complete undoing.

I need to go slow, but I’m not sure how long I can do that—if at all. I need her comfortable with my body. I drag her hand downward, letting her feel my skin, the softness of it, the harshness, the heat, and the way my muscles contract under her touch. She doesn’t understand it yet, but I’m hers as much as she is mine. This small slip of a girl has claimed me completely.

She’s mine and I can’t let her go. I won’t.

I stop our hands at the edge of my waist, letting her fingers rest against my groin. She still hasn’t looked at me below the waist, but she’s not pulling her hand away.

“I like your touch, Cassie,” I tell her, trying to reassure her.

“I like touching you,” she murmurs, her tongue sliding out and moistening her lips. “You feel warm. I…I like it.”

“You can touch me…more, baby. I need you to.”

“Like this?” she asks, shyly, and her fingernails scrape through the hair at my groin.

“Any way you like, Cassie. Anywhere you like.”

I’m standing by the bed now, and she’s lying on it, straining up to reach me. I see the hesitation on her face, but she works through it and slowly—so achingly slow that I want to groan—her hand drops down and wraps around my cock. She holds me loosely, giving away the newness of what we’re doing… her inexperience.

“Stroke me, Cassie.”

“Stroke you?” she asks softly, hesitantly.

I move my hand over hers and push in, teaching her without words to hold me tighter. Her fingers don’t quite encompass me, but they feel like heaven. We start at the root and then I slowly move her hand up my shaft to the tip. Pre-cum gathers on the head and pools against our fingers.

“That’s it, baby,” I respond, my voice hoarse because it feels so fucking good my balls tighten with the need to come.

“You like this?” she whispers, sounding pleased with herself.

“Fuck, baby, I love it,” I tell her, and when I take my hand away she strokes me again, this time all on her own and that makes it even sweeter. My cock weeps for her, leaving a trail of pre-cum gliding down my shaft. When I come I’m going to fill her up so much I’ll be dripping out of that sweet pussy for days.

“I like it too,” she answers softly, like she’s confessing a forbidden secret. Then Cassie surprises me by stretching out to bring her face closer, bending down and moving her tongue over the slickened head of my cock. I can’t stop the growl that leaves me and she jerks, looking up at me. “Didn’t I do it right?”

“Fuck, baby. You did it perfect, Cassie. It just felt too good. If you do much of that, it’ll all be over way before we’re ready.”

I watch as she blushes a deep red and lean down to kiss her forehead. She’s just so damn… sweet.

“I wouldn’t mind, Michael.”

“I would, baby.”

“But—”

“When I come, Cassie, it’s going to be when I’m buried deep inside of you, filling you up, making you take all of my seed.”

“I don’t think that… I mean… Michael, I’m not…”

“Cassie, if you’re changing your mind, you need to—”

“I’m not on birth control, Michael,” she says, rushing through the words so quickly I almost don’t catch them.

Everything in me tightens.

I think over her confession, but I can’t think logically. Her words put pictures in my head. Pictures of making Cassie mine, of claiming her, tying her to me. I picture her sweet little body growing round with my baby, of her nursing our child at her breast. There’s so many pictures and every one of them should shake me to my core. It should be enough to make my dick limp and give me a million reasons to leave right now.

They do just the opposite.

I pull away from her, disengaging our hands and making it impossible for her to touch me.

“Michael, I’m sorry,” she mumbles, turning her face away from me and hiding her eyes.

I go to the foot of the bed and then slide on, bringing my body over hers.

“No need to be sorry, baby.”

“What… What are you doing?”

“Claiming you,” I tell her, my voice rough sounding—even to my own ears.

“But—I’m not… Didn’t you hear me?” she asks, and her voice sounds so desperate I find myself smiling.

“I did, but it doesn’t matter, Cassie. I’m going to take care of you. I’ll always take care of you, baby,” I assure her.

I’m claiming Cassie. I’m taking her virginity. I’m going to paint the inside of her womb, filling her so full of my cum that my seed will take root and my baby will be growing inside of her.

Cassie is mine. She’ll be the mother of my children, and more importantly, she will be mine forever.

Mine to keep, to protect, to make happy… to love.