Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Dakota’s eyes did a sweep of the entire space, her lips pursed as she tried to understand what she was seeing. After she’d taken it in from one side to the other, she slowly turned to face me. I was standing right behind her, so she had to tilt her head all the way back to meet my eyes. “You brought more of my clothes here?”
I sighed. “Look again, baby. All of your clothes are here.”
“So when you said I was home…”
“This is your home. Our home, baby.”
“You moved me in with you?” she deadpanned, leaving me no clue how she would react to this.
“Well, technically, our moms moved you in.”
She didn’t say anything, and since I’d clearly grown a vagina, I started rambling to fill the silence and justify my actions.
“It made more sense for you to be here. We sleep together every night anyway, so having your stuff at your parents’ house would eat up too much time traveling back and forth. Plus, the office for your new job is only a two-block commute from here.”
Dakota shook her head and backed away, making me frown. “No.”
“What the fuck do you mean, ‘no’?” I growled.
“It’s too soon, Ames,” she cried, throwing her hands in the air. “We can’t move in together when we haven’t even known each other for two weeks!”
“Bullshit,” I argued. “There’s no rule book to follow, Dakota. This isn’t about anyone but you and me.”
“What if it doesn’t work out?” she asked softly, her hands falling to her sides and her shoulders slumping.
In the blink of an eye, I had closed the gap between us and was holding her cheeks in my palms. “There is no if in this scenario, baby. You are mine. Didn’t I make that clear when I popped your cherry? Or when I took you away so I could have you all to myself? Or how about every time I came inside you while we were gone? Do you think I would have fucked you without a condom if I hadn’t claimed you, Dakota?”
Dakota’s eyes grew big as I spoke, and her mouth formed a little O.
“You are mine,” I told her again fiercely as I moved my hands to her ass and boosted her up, forcing her to put her legs around my waist. “Mine.”
I set her on the counter and pressed our centers together, rocking into her and causing her to close her eyes with a moan as her legs tightened.
My hands slid up under her nightgown, and I filled my palms with her big tits. “Mine,” I growled as I squeezed them before shoving the silky fabric up and off her.
I cupped her pussy and used my other hand to collar her neck. “Mine.” My head dipped low, and I bit each nipple hard enough to make her cry out as her center soaked my fingers with a rush of arousal. I shoved two fingers inside her channel, pumping them a few times before yanking them out and quickly shoving my shorts down so my erection sprang free.
“Just in case none of that made it clear…” I grunted before I grabbed her ass and yanked her forward as I drove my cock deep inside her.
“Ames!” she screamed.
“That’s right, Dakota. Let me hear who you belong to.”
We fucked hard and fast. I’d lost all self-control, and I slammed in and out, determined to get in as far as possible. To make us one.
When she shattered into a mind-blowing climax, I planted myself against her cervix and exploded. As I did my best to leave a part of me behind, I growled, “Who do you belong to, Dakota?”
“You,” she whimpered.
“Fucking right,” I grunted.
11
DAKOTA
Moving in with the first guy I ever dated after knowing him for less than two weeks wasn’t something I ever pictured myself doing. Then again, my imagination wasn’t big enough to dream up the reality that was Ames Yarrow.
He was the only man I could ever picture myself with like this. The only one I wanted to give myself to.
“Let me get you cleaned up,” he murmured.
He slowly pulled his dick out of my tightness, and our combined release trickled down my thigh. “Thank you.”
I watched his muscle bunch and flex as he reached for a washcloth and ran it under some warm water. Then he pressed against my inner thighs to widen them, and my cheeks heated. “Nothing to be embarrassed about when it comes to what happens between you and me, remember?”
“Uh-huh,” I whispered as he dragged the wet cloth over my pussy. Being cleaned by him like this felt almost more personal than having sex. His focus was centered on my core, and he was so gentle as he wiped away the proof of our lovemaking.
He tossed the cloth into the sink when he was done, and my legs wobbled as he helped me off the counter.