Claimed By The Possessive Fireman - Flora Ferrari Page 0,21

it up, Lilah,” he groans.

“Like this, baby?” I moan, gliding backward, his cock sliding into me and his rock hard abs crushing into my ass cheeks.

“Fuck,” he growls, squeezing onto my cheek, massaging, palming. “That’s it. I can feel your womb, Lilah. I can feel how desperately you want my seed.”

“So bad,” I cry. “I need it.”

“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “Keep saying that.”

I moan it out loud over and over, my words driving us both closer to a shared explosion, he grabs my ass cheeks and pounds me into the bed.

I reach back and clutch onto his shirt, and then slide my hand underneath and feel the rippling muscles, every inch of him aimed at me to bring me to—

I gasp and my eyes snap shut as though wanting to focus everything I have on the feeling inside of me, the massive head of his cock pounding into a spot I never even knew was there, a spot so deep I’m stunned he can even reach it.

Everything freezes and I can’t even moan anymore, my words cutting short as hands of pleasure wrap around me and hold me tight.

I bounce harder, fiercer, sliding down and slamming my ass against his belly.

He meets me halfway and that stinging kissing middle point is like a firework going off again and again.

The orgiastic wave crashes through me with the force of a tsunami, making my belly hot and tingly, my toes curling, everything a furious mass of euphoria.

I open my eyes as my sex goes tight and my thick white cream squirts down his cock, his eyes fixated on his cock sliding into me, his mouth twisted sideways in his own brutal pleasure.

“Fuck, it’s all over your ass,” he groans, taking more of my come and making my ass wet with it, wet and hot. “I’m so close—”

“Do it,” I gasp. “I want your seed. I need your seed. Do it, do it—”

My words are cut short as he lets out a warrior’s roar, my scream answering a second later, joining in the air and clashing together like a declaration.

He collapses atop me, his sweat soaked shirt pressing flush against my back so that I can feel every tremor in his body, every tensing and every twisting of his gnarled muscles.

His cock pulses and I can feel his seed flowing into me, endless waves of him shooting inside of me, and my womb laps it all up greedily, gasping with how much he fires.

We stay like that for a long time, both of us panting as we try to recover from the best moment of our lives.

And then Dom rolls aside and hugs me close to him, a smirk on his face as he glances down and sees the petal of crimson on the bed, proof that I’m his, that he claimed me.

For the first time.

“That was …”

“Amazing?” he offers.

“That word doesn’t seem big enough,” I whisper, snuggling close to him, my sex aching coolly with the aftermath of our lovemaking.

Lovemaking.

Love.

Is it too soon for such crazy thoughts?

But then, this whole thing has been a crazy whirlwind of emotion and closeness.

Perhaps there’s no such thing as too soon with us.

But even if the desire to tell him is there, the desire not to bring this perfection crashing down is even stronger.

So I just rest my head against his bulbous chest muscles and close my eyes, listening to the sound of his heartbeat and feeling it against my face.

“I could stay here forever,” I whisper.

Dom slides his hands through my hair, tucking a strand behind my ear.

“So could I,” he murmurs.

Later, with the Miami sun already set and the light wind making subtle whispering noises outside, we both get dressed and prepare to go down to the bar for drinks.

“I want to celebrate,” Dom says, buttoning up his shirt and pulling on his suit jacket like armor, looking tall and confident and so sexy I feel my body responding just at the sight of him.

“That sounds like a great idea,” I say with a thrill, wriggling into my dress.

He turns around with a groan.

I giggle. “What are you doing?”

“If I keep looking at you, there’s no damn way we’re getting to the bar.”

“Don’t be silly,” I say. “It’s not like you’re some wild, crazy animal … Oh, wait, that’s exactly what you are.”

“Fuck it,” he growls, spinning and walking across the room.

He brings his hands to my thighs and squeezes them, sliding his hands higher up my thighs and toward my sex. I’m not