do not claim me
Danica
Well what do you know, I still had the courage to go at it, Jerome's scent was driving me insane, so when he pushed me on the bed and started taking off my clothes I helped by taking off his own clothes.
Jerome and I were in a frenzy, the moment to fucking surreal for us to want to stop, and I didn't want to even wait a moment, cause I knew, If I did, this moment could end.
But—
"Wait."
Jerome stopped, looking at me with worry.
"Do not lose control and claim me."
He rolled his eyes, "I already said I won't claim you without your permission."
I nodded, relieved and pouted my lips.
"Kiss me again."
Jerome
The kiss I gave her was languid, drugging and deep. Her lips fit mine
perfectly, and when she moaned softly, hoarse and needy, I rolled her gently to her back, parted her legs, and slid my freed cock against her pussy.
I tenderly began making small circles at her entrance as I continued to make
love to her mouth.
“Jerome,” she breathed out, bending her knees, giving me better access
as I slowly breached her, my fingers pushing inside the tight ring of
muscle, pressing, sliding. I was careful not to plunge them deep until I knew she was ready. When she lifted her hips, I added two fingers, three now plunging
steadily inside, massaging, opening her up and making her slick, relaxed. Cause I knew if I took her without making her ready, it would hurt, no matter how wet she was.
Mate!
Claim!
Mine!
The words echoed in my head.
“Please.”
I folded her legs in half so her thighs were pressed to her chest as I slid
the head of my cock inside of her, moving so slowly, stretching her, filling
her, letting her feel every inch of me.
“You’re so hard.” she sucked in her breath.
“And you’re so hot,” I growled, pushing deeper, my hips snapping
forward, plunging into the hilt, needing to be fully sheathed.
Her head was thrown back, as she howled in pain and pleasure, eyes closed, and as I shifted my angle,
driving forward, hammering inside of her, she begged me.
“No,” I said flatly, stopping, rolling over at the same time, bringing
her with me, my hands digging into her thighs to keep her pussy plastered to
my groin, our new position impaling her on my shaft.
She gasped, hands on my chest, levering up only to sink back down
seconds later. As she lifted again, I kneaded her breast, her
inner walls rippled around me, the spasms of heat and pressure making me spear up into her even as she pushed down.
Mate!
Claim!
Mine!
The words continued to echo in my head and I struggled to stay in control.
I groaned hoarsely, having
trouble speaking. “You’re so beautiful when you’re riding my cock, I can't believe we're doing this."
“Oh,” she whimpered.
She felt so good and I needed her so badly. “Danica,” I whispered.
Her head fell back as she gave in, her muscles clenching all at once as
she came on my cock, dripping over my thighs.
I pounded her from the bottom, fucking her though her climax as I
reached mine, filling her up and making her pant with the sensation.
Using my right hand, I grabbed her hard around the back of the neck, wrenching her
down so I could devour her mouth. She fell into the kiss, and it went on, our mouths mashed together, lips stretched almost painfully as she lay against me, semen pressed between us, sticky and slick.