Slowly, inch by inch, he sank into her tight, sweet pussy.

He broke the kiss long enough to look into her eyes, and to watch her.

“Tell me to stop if it’s too much.” He didn’t know if he’d have the strength to, but he’d try for her.

You’d do anything for her.

He forgot about Bear, the club, his son, and focused on his own desires.

This woman was forbidden fruit.

He shouldn’t want her.

When she came to him tonight, the right decision was to push her away, but he’d always been a selfish bastard. Pushing her away wasn’t what he wanted to do. For Preacher, taking what he wanted had always been in the forefront of his mind.

Taking hold of her hands, he pressed them either side of her head and slammed the last couple of inches of his dick inside her.

Her eyes went wide, and she let out a gasp.

“Tell me if you can’t handle it.”

“I can.” She wrapped those legs around his waist, holding him in. “Don’t stop.”

He had no intention of stopping, ever. Giving her a couple of seconds to get accustomed to his dick, he tried not to think of just how good she felt wrapped around his length, and fuck, it was perfect.

So wet, sweet, tight, and she squeezed him, making it hard for him to concentrate. All he wanted to do was pound into her, but he was going to make her forget her own name.

Robin began to wriggle, and the moment she did that, he started to rock inside her. Only small strokes at first, watching her, waiting, giving her time to adjust, but when he couldn’t stand to wait, he took over.

Holding her down to the bed, he kissed her lips, fucking her harder, and Robin, she met him thrust for thrust. He let go of her hands to hold her close, and she held him tightly, her nails sinking into his flesh as he fucked her.

Let her come on your cock.

He stopped thrusting, counting to ten in his head.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

He didn’t make it all the way.

“I want to try something,” he said, whispering the words.

“Okay.”

He pulled out of her, and she moaned, trying to reach for him. He moved behind her, cupping her hip. He lifted her thigh, found her entrance and she was so slick while he was hard, he pushed forward easily.

From this angle, he could still make love to her, but he also got to touch her pussy, which he did, feeling his cock working in and out of her body before moving to her clit, stroking over the swollen nub.

She moaned.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about this, Robin? Thought about you?”

“No.”

“You were way too young for me. You’re still too young, but it didn’t stop me wanting you. I’d watch you and know you weren’t mine, but after tonight, there’s no going back.” He kissed her neck, teasing her clit, feeling the response around his length as she wriggled on his dick.

He loved her cries and whimpers, couldn’t get enough of them.

“Please,” she said.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to take care of you from now on.” He’d been doing it since the moment she was pregnant, but now, he was going to do it properly.

He stroked her pussy, and he felt her come. Her tight cunt squeezed him, setting off his own release, and he growled her name, gripping her hip as she let go, filling her up with his cum.

Holding her close, he heard her pant.

“That was amazing,” she said.

“It’s just the start. Believe me, there’s a lot more to show you. First, though, I think it’s only fair I take you for a shower.”

He pulled out of her and sat up, watching as his cum spilled from the lips of her pussy. Something primal and possessive shook him to the core. The only cum she’d ever have would be his.

As he picked her up in his arms, she let out a little scream.

“Put me down,” she said, laughing. “I’m too heavy.”

“You’re perfect.”

He carried her through to the bathroom, putting her into the shower and turning on the water. She cried out, and he followed her.

“Shit, that’s cold.”

“Duh.”

He pressed her up against the tiles, silencing her as he kissed her.

She stopped fighting him, and the water warmed as he took possession of her mouth. She ran her hands up against his chest, circling his neck.

“You know, you can’t keep kissing me every single time I don’t like something.”

“I don’t know, it’s working so far.”

“That it is.” She kissed him again.

Running his hands down her back, he cupped her ass, drawing her close.

“What are we going to tell the others?” He pulled back to look her in the eye. “You do want to tell the others, don’t you?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“I don’t want us to sneak around behind their backs, lie. You know, do the kinds of stuff people hate. Especially you.”


Tags: Sam Crescent In the Arms of Monsters Romance