Lifting her blouse over her head, I growl eagerly, forgetting about the water for now, only focused on unhooking her bra and freeing her heavy, creamy tits.
They spill out, instantly filling both my hands. My mouth sucking her stiff nipples instantly as her head falls back.
“Fuck you’re perfect,” I growl. Because she is.
Her skin is smooth, her hair soft, her chest more than ample, and child-bearing hips…
I could get lost in her eyes for days, years.
Penelope is perfection itself.
“Oooh, Jett,” she moans, my unshaved stubble scratchy against her already peaking arousal.
“Jett,” she whimpers again. My hand slides between her legs, registering just how truthful she was about being wet.
“I want you so bad,” I growl in her ear, feeling my whole body ache for her and more of her taste.
It’s getting dark, but the chill of the evening air is doing nothing to stop the heat between us.
A dip in the river is gonna have to wait because we both feel that now is the time.
“I need you, Jett,” she groans, as she works my stiff cock through jeans. I manage to undo and step out of my jeans and scoop her up. Carry her closer to the fire and lay her gently down on the blankets.
Fire dances in her eyes, but there’s a bigger fire dancing between us. I slip her out of her skirt, and once we’re completely naked the only sound is the fire crackling and our combined heaving breath.
Penelope squirms, her eyes moving up and down my body, pausing at what I have to give her as I feel myself twitching in anticipation.
Precome is pouring from me and I can see the sheen on her own thighs as she opens and closes them a little.
The few moments before we become one are spent in this strange, animal stance.
Facing off before I get her off. Fill her full of our babies.
A kind of silent mating dance where we both know we’ve found the right match. We take some time to bask in the others.
Dropping to my knees, I move up between her legs, ready to go down on her. Craving the taste of her in my mouth.
But her hands reach for my body, her body shuddering all ready for something more than just my tongue in her sweet, tight hole.
A low growl wells up from deep inside me, my mouth wide with a smile instead of her lips on it.
My hands slide up her inner thighs, opening them wide enough to see what’s mine. Waiting to be claimed.
The whimper Penelope makes, the cool wind on my naked back.
Being wild in the wild, about to claim her as my own plus her longing, needy gaze tells me she’s more than ready.
It’s hard to stop myself from howling at the moon like a beast but I hold back.
“Tell me you want this,” I grit, needing to know we’re both as clear on this as I am.
“I’m not just gonna make you cream all over my fat dick, Penelope,” I promise her. “I’m gonna put a baby in your belly. From now on, you’re mine and I’m yours… Everything I have, everything I am belongs to you and you to me.”
Her chest is heaving up and down, her head nodding as she hums in agreement.
“Take me, Jett. Make me yours. Give it to me,” she begs me, and I ease myself over her, feeling the heat from her thighs against mine as her ankles hook around my back.
I’m in no hurry, and her being so small, so tight. It’s pleasant enough to feel my hardness circling her entrance.
Her moans and gasps echo off the river back to us. My own feeling like they’re traveling a hundred miles.
The call of the wild.
An alpha male, rightfully taking what’s his.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Penelope
This is really happening.
I can hear my voice telling Jett how bad I need him inside me, how much I want this and him. But I sound different somehow.
Almost stronger in a way and definitely not the shy or doubting Penelope I was just twenty-four hours ago.
Jett is a big man, and I mean big.
Everywhere.
So it’s gonna take some time for me to take all of him and from the knowing look in his eyes to the triumphant smile on his lips, I know he’s not in any hurry.
I want him in me so bad, but I have to go slow. His huge hands run over my soft body as mine claw at his rock hard frame making me wetter than I imagined possible. Certain I’ll come any second before he gets inside me, but he’s as gentle as he is thick and hard.
A man who knows what he wants and is about to claim it for his own, giving himself to me at the same time.
Telling me so.
He doesn’t just say the words either, tossing a word salad.