Page 105 of Misguided
I’m reminded of the reputation he has among the women of the club when he waits until the absolute last moment before I explode, and then slips two fingers inside to finish me off with such intensity I trap his head between my thighs as I cry out my release.
He’s known to be a master in bed, an animal between the sheets, and a guaranteed good time. He’s known for the fact he doesn’t get attached—ever.
And yet here he is, as attached to me as he could get, after telling me that I’m the one for him. It seems as though I tamed the bad boy without really trying. But to be honest, I think he was never that wild to begin with.
Dog raises up on his elbows between my quivering legs to give me a wet grin, and I can’t help but laugh, finishing off with a sigh.
“What?” His smile grows, his eyes wrinkled at the corners as he wipes his mouth with the back of one hand and sits back on his heels.
“You’re mine,” I say, trying not to sound as crazy as I feel. “All mine.”
He eyes me, tipping his head slightly as he takes his erect cock in hand and strokes it slowly. “How did you not know that already?”
I squeeze my thighs one last time at the tingles that still remain and then shift to my knees. “Guess I was too focused on wanting to be yours.”
He chuckles, pulling me onto his lap. “Babe, you’ve been mine since you first stood before me with a bottle of Jack and asked if I wanted a drink.” His eyes grow dark, the hunger as raw as his voice. “I just needed to prove it.”
I loop my arms over his shoulders and shuffle up his thighs, tilting my hips so as to rub the length of him in the process. His fingers bite into my ass cheeks as he takes a firm hold, and lifts me higher to line my pussy up with the tip of his cock.
“We can’t,” I whisper.
He groans, hands tightening to the point of pain. “Why? I thought we went over this shit already?”
“No, I mean I haven’t been on birth control since I left.”
He gently sets me down on his thighs, the restraint a true testament to the man as he leans to the left and snatches the strap of the pack. I watch as he unzips the top compartment, fusses around, and comes out with a condom.
“Really?” I tease. “That confident?”
“I like to plan for the best,” he says with a smile as he tears the foil open.
My muscles clench, watching him sheath that weapon, anticipating what comes next. Sure enough, the second he’s covered himself he lifts me once again and without any hesitation, lowers me over him.
My eyes roll back, my head lolling to the side as he fills and stretches me.
“Okay?”
I nod, wriggling in my seat a little to ask for more.
Dog lifts me and then drops me down again, this time harder. I rest my hands over his forearms, feeling the muscles at work as he sets a punishing pace.
We didn’t stand a chance at making this last. That’s what the second, third, and every time after is for. The first? Let’s just say the two of us have some frustrations to work out.
I cry out as he rocks hard into me with every drop of his hands, moving my own to his shoulders so I can steady myself. Our skin slick with sweat, the air in the tent stifling due to the heat we give off as Dog grits his teeth and groans.
“It’s too …” His words fail him as he stills, and then slams hard into me twice before resuming the frantic pace from before.
He didn’t need to finish what he tried to say because I get it. It is too good. Almost saddening to think we took this long to realize what we have.
I feel him swell inside of me as he murmurs, breathless, “I love you so fuckin’ much.”
My own release follows soon after, intense and crippling as I collapse against him whispering back, “Mine.”