Claiming Her - Tory Baker Page 0,21

wishing like hell it was Slade’s cock instead. I have one hand pushing the vibrator in and out until the rabbit’s ears are situated exactly where I need it. My other hand pinches my nipple, and I swear it has me ready to go over the edge.

“Not yet,” Slade grunts. He knows my body better than I know my own.

“Please,” I beg, but he shakes his head no. I can see the sweat glistening on his body, much like my own is.

“Keep going, but don’t push yourself over yet.” The both of us are breathing heavy, gasping for air. It’s almost like the highest adrenaline rush you could ever have when I’m holding myself back like this. In my own bedroom, I’d use this toy over and over again each and every night until I couldn’t take it anymore, and then, it kept me wanting Slade even more.

“I can’t take much more,” I plead.

“Get yourself there. We’ll come together.” Slade never stops jacking off as he moves between my spread legs, getting a front and center view of the toy tunneling in and out of my wet sheath.

“God, Slade.” My body is shivering, yet my soul is on fire.

“Look how pretty you are. Your body is yearning for more than a toy. It wants my cock inside your tight clenching pussy. Don’t worry, you’ll be getting it soon.” His words push me over, and I come on a long groan.

As soon as I come down from my euphoric high, Slade is pulling my vibrator out of my body, causing my center to clench down on it. His eyes haven’t left my body. His tongue comes out as he licks his lower lip, and the toy is thrown on the ground somewhere. Then I can feel his cock press inside of me.

Slade lifts his eyes to mine as he sinks inside of me in one thrust, causing me to shift my hips, trying to get him as deep inside of me as I can. He swivels his hips every time he bottoms out, and I thrust my hips up to match him every step of the way.

“God, Slade. You’re so deep.” My hands dig into his firm thighs, needing to hold on to something.

“The way you’re tightening down on me, I’m not going to last,” he replies. He never stops, though; he powers through my clenching and the painful nails that I know are digging into his skin. When Slade throws his head back, I move my hands away from his thighs to lean up on my elbows, wanting to see him tunneling in and out of my body.

“You like watching us?” he questions when he notices the way I’ve moved my body.

“Yeah.” I convulse on him as he grinds down on my clit on one of his powerful thrusts.

“Hell yes, you do. You were made for me, matching my every move, liking my dirty mouth. I need you to get there.” I move my body so it’s flat, and my fingers find my clit, wanting to take Slade with me as I come.

“We were made for each other.” My body chooses that time to come on a long moan. I feel Slade thrust twice more before letting go inside my body. The warm jets of his cum painting the inside of me, causing my pussy to convulse again with another orgasm.

Slade falls down on top of me, capturing me in his arms, tucking me into his body before he rolls onto his back, taking me with him so I’m on top. We never separate. In fact, if I’m not mistaken, he’s still hard.

“Stay for just a few minutes. I think you sucked the life out of me.” His voice comes out on a sigh.

“There isn’t any other place I’d rather be.” I tuck myself underneath his chin, basking in the scent and feel of him.

My eyes are slowly closing when I hear, “I love you, Trouble.”

“Say that again?” I request, perking up. My head almost knocks his in my effort to see his beautiful molten chocolate brown eyes.

“I love you, Taylor Daniels,” he says.

“I love you, Slade Arnold Chavez,” I tell him my true feelings. I let out a whimper as he flips me over to my back, never breaking our connection. Slade and I reach for each other throughout the night, making love until the early hours of the morning.

Fifteen

Slade

Three Weeks Later

The past three weeks have been quiet. Two more letters have been received, but nothing to make it