She had no idea. I wasn’t ever going to get tired of her. I wasn’t ever going to get enough of her. “Let me have you. Right now. Take off those shorts, and let me have you.”
For a moment, I didn’t think she was going to move. I’d shown her how fucking messed up I was, and she was going to run. I was ready to catch her if she tried. But after a few seconds, she unsnapped her shorts and stepped out of them. Then she peeled down her panties and tossed them to the side.
My mouth covered hers as I cupped the heat between her legs with my hands. She was already wet for me. That made me want to roar with satisfaction. She wanted me. I was crazy with need for her, and she wanted it.
Her tongue danced against mine as the honey sweetness of her mouth filled me. I had her willing in my arms. Nothing was this perfect.
With one hand, I jerked down my jeans, and I put her up on the edge of the bed before sinking into her with one thrust. The tight walls squeezed me as she moaned and let her head fall back. I was as deep as I could go. The addiction that came with this woman was unreal.
I wanted to live inside her. Just like this. “I want to stay here. Inside you. Like this. Let me keep you like this. You’re mine, Emily.”
My words sounded like those of a madman, and I had decided maybe I was a madman. I wanted this woman to distraction. I couldn’t get enough of her.
“I want to get on birth control. I want to know what it feels like for you to come inside me.” She panted as I began moving in and out of her hot cunt.
“Fuck, yes, “ I groaned in agreement. “If I can come inside you, I’ll never fucking let you out of my bed. The idea of it drives me insane. I need that.”
“Will I feel it? I like feeling it on my skin. I want to feel it inside me.”
I began to tremble and shake. I was going to explode. Hearing her talk about my fucking come inside her was too much. “I’m gonna fucking come now if you don’t stop,” I warned her.
“Oh, God, I want to feel it.” She moaned and held me tightly to her. “I want it so bad.”
That was it. With Emily’s legs wrapped around my waist, I shouted her name and then followed it with a “Fuuuuuuuuck!” as I released inside her. She cried out my name over and over, telling me she could feel it as she came apart in my arms.
The idea that she could be pregnant didn’t even scare me. I wanted it. I fucking wanted her bound to me so she couldn’t get free. I would never let this woman go. She was mine. I’d do anything to keep her.
Emily
After two weeks of living with Kiro, I realized I was never going to actually work for him. He wasn’t going to allow it. He kept me in his room, and when we left his room, he never took his hand off me. We watched movies in his theater, and we ate together in his kitchen.
He had two interviews he had to go to, and both times he had taken me. He didn’t let me out of his sight. Even when they were filming him, he demanded that I be directly in his line of vision. I could see the way people looked at me. They were curious and confused. Especially the women.
I wasn’t special in their eyes. Why was Kiro ignoring them and so obsessed with me? I wondered the same thing. I actually said so to the one female who had been ballsy enough to say it to my face. She’d been a model from one of the band’s previous music videos. It was obvious they had slept together from the way she acted around him.
When I had turned away so I wouldn’t have to see her pressing her chest against him and whispering in his ear, he was by my side instantly, kissing my face and saying that I was it for him. His angel.
Things like that kept me from getting jealous of the way women wanted him. I accepted that this would always be the case. He was Kiro. Women loved him. But Kiro loved me.
The day my period had started, Kiro had actually seemed upset. As if he had been wanting me to get pregnant from that one time we hadn’t been able to stop ourselves. I got the shot, and we were able to start having unprotected sex right away once my period was over.
The idea that he was marking me each time he came in me made him even more of a caveman. He loved knowing I was just his, and I loved knowing he wanted me. Because I loved him. With everything I had, I loved this man. And because I loved him, I was going to help him.
Starting with his son. He needed to know his kid, and he also needed to make sure Georgianna had a paternity test done. Because if she was, in fact, carrying his child, he needed to know.
Watching Dean with Rush made me want that so much for Kiro. So I had done some research and asked Margie a few questions. Then I’d called Mary Ann, the mother of Kiro’s son.
Kiro had gone to the band’s basement studio to work on a new song, and they had all requested that I stay upstairs so Kiro would be focused. I convinced him I needed a nap, but not before I had to shove him out the door of his bedroom. He hadn’t been happy about it, but I needed time alone. To call Mary Ann.
She was nothing like I expected. She was a girl from Texas who had made the mistake of sleeping with Kiro to get over a heartbreak. It was a one-night thing, and she was ashamed of herself when it was over. She had hoped she would never have to see him again and didn’t expect to until she found out she was pregnant. The condom had broken, but she said Kiro had pulled out. Apparently not soon enough.
We talked for an hour. I liked her a lot. When the call ended, she agreed to allow Kiro and me to come visit Mase. Their son. I just had to persuade Kiro first.
The next morning, when Kiro woke up, I was sitting on the bed next to him watching him. He grinned up at me with that sexy little smirk of his and stretched his arms over his head. The muscles flexed, and my body tingled. I liked it when he did that, and he knew it. The man used any means he could to keep me in bed with him.
“We need to talk,” I said, before he reached for me and I forgot what I was going to say.
“I need your pussy,” he replied, as he slid his hand over my thigh and pulled me to him.