of his clothes. I love how he looks when he’s naked. I didn’t think a man could be so damn attractive, but Landry is, every square inch of him. His lips curve up into a grin and he shakes his head.
“Tell me, Tennessee.”
Swallowing, I bite the inside of my cheek for just a moment before I look up at him. I’m not really a dirty talker, I’m much too shy, but something about being with him makes me feel bolder—brave. So, I decide to just say what I need. Tell him exactly what I’m thinking.
LANDRY
“I want you to fuck me, Landry,” she says, her voice so low it’s almost a whisper. My cock twitches from her words. “I want you to slam into me, bruise me, and make me ache. I want you to own me.”
Fuck.
This is it.
This is the time.
The ring is in my nightstand and this is the last night it will remain there, because before this evening is through, it will be on her finger and I will own her. Every fucking piece of her will belong to me before I’m through with Tennessee Bradley.
She has been made for me, created and molded just for me. I don’t know how it happened, how she found me just when I needed her most. But she did and I’ll never let her go, not ever.
Reaching out to her, I step closer to the edge of the bed. Wrapping my hands around the backs of her knees, I flip her onto her back. Yanking her panties off, I watch as she strips out of her tank top.
“Beautiful,” I rasp, reaching out, I place my hand on the center of her belly. “Soon my baby will be here.”
She rises to her elbows and I hear her hitch of breath as my hand slides up the center of her torso, until I wrap my fingers around the front of her throat. Looking into her eyes, I lick my lips at the sight of my hand around her slim throat.
“Would you want that? Children with me?”
Her mouth curves up into a smile. “Yeah, I think I really would.”
“Spread,” I gently demand.
Her legs widen without hesitation. I clear my throat as I tip my chin and look down at the apex of her thighs. She’s wet and ready, pink and perfect. Aligning myself with her center, I slowly push inside of her, watching myself sink into her warmth.
Once I’m completely buried into her pussy, only then do I lift my gaze and look into her eyes. She’s still perched on her elbows. Her legs spread, her fingers gripping the bedding, her lids lowered as she watches.
Leaning forward, I flex my fingers around her neck, my lips brushing hers. I don’t move yet, my cock deep inside of her as she trembles. She wants me to move, probably needs it, but I am going to make her wait for just a moment longer.
“You want to be fucked by your man?” I ask against her mouth.
Officially, I’ve never called myself that. I’m a little old to have a girlfriend, even a woman, but that’s who she is to me.
Mine.
My woman.
“Yes, please,” she rasps. “I want that. I want you.”
I hum, pulling out of her slightly and slamming back in with one swift move. She cries out softly, her thighs shaking. Releasing her throat, I shift my grip around to the back of her head. Twisting my finger’s in her hair, I tug her head back, exposing her throat to me.
“You don’t get to watch, honey. You’re going to just feel,” I state.
She moans, her head pulled so far back that she can’t quite speak. Lifting my other hand, I wrap my fingers around her hip. Only then do I pull out of her again and thrust back inside. This time, I don’t stop.
I fuck her in hard, slow, even strokes. Every downstroke, I grind against her aching clit. My eyes are downcast as I focus on the way I move in and out of her. The way her pussy coats my cock with her wetness.
It’s beautiful. Everything about her is, but this, especially this is breathtaking.
The room is filled with nothing but moans of pleasure, grunts, and slapping skin. It’s music. The best kind of music. My heart races as I continue to give her exactly what she wants and needs.
A little of the pain that she craves is for her, the rest that she wants is to help her forget about her mother for a