Dakota's Claim (17 page)

“Goddamn,
baby. You feel so fucking good.” And then he slid all the way in, intent on
making his woman scream out her pleasure, and knowing that she was only his.

When
he was deep inside of her, his balls pressed tightly to her pussy, and totally
bottomed out inside of her body, he stilled. Breathing heavily, trying to catch
his bearings, Dakota stared down at Tawny.
Her
back
was arched, her head thrown back, and her mouth open.

“You’re
so fucking tight and hot, baby.” He closed his eyes, and when she tightened her
inner muscles around him he thrust his hips forward slightly, not able to
control himself. A deep groan left him, and he snapped his eyes open. He
pressed his hand to the center of her back, added pressure until she was now
resting her chest on the mattress, and grabbed her hands. Securing them at the
base of her spine, he held them there with one of his hands, and gripped her
hip again with the other.

He
started pulling out of her slowly this time, and when just the crown of his
dick was lodged inside of her, he shoved back in forcefully. He did this three
times before he slammed into her with so much power she moved up the bed an
inch. A gasp of pleasure/pain left her, and he grinned, loving that she loved
it this way.

“Yeah,
that’s it. That is
so
fucking it.”
Sweat started to bead along his brow; his pulse began racing, and he really
started fucking her then. In and out, faster and harder until his balls were
slapping her pussy, her clit, and she was crying out for more. Her ass was
tight and hot, and the way she was clenching around him had his orgasm rushing
to the surface.

He
fucked her long and hard, and soon sweat coated both of their bodies in a slick
sheen. “I’m never going to get enough, Tawny.” He slammed into her, and she
cried out in pleasure. “No one will have you but me.” Another hard thrust into
her. “No man will look at you, touch you, or even think about having you.” He
pumped into her again and again, cementing his words. He said this to her
constantly, made sure she never forgot the type of man he was, or what he felt
for her. Yes, he loved her, and she was
his
.
She owned him, and he owned her. “Say it, baby. Say you’re only mine, that
you’ll only ever be mine.” He had an ironclad grip on her wrists with one hand,
and the same hold on her hip with the other.

“You
know I’m yours. I’ll only ever be yours, Dakota.”

He
growled and tightened his hold after she spoke. Moving his hand lower, he slid
it over her belly, down to her pussy, and speared his fingers in her folds. She
was soaked, and her clit was engorged for him. He rubbed that hardened bundle
of tissue over and over again until she cried out. Dakota’s orgasm rushed
forward, and he started pounding into her. Deep, guttural words left him, and
then he was groaning as he came. He felt her tense beneath him, heard her cry
of completion, and the fact she came right along with him heightened his
pleasure.

Once
his high left and his dick started to soften, he came back to reality. Tawny
breathed heavily, her head to the side and her eyes closed. He gently, slowly
pulled out of her, and she gasped out. Dakota didn’t want to leave her, but he
quickly made his way to the bathroom, cleaned up, and when he went back in the
room it was to see her in the same position. The warm, wet rag he held was for
her, but his nerves had suddenly risen at the thought of what he needed to talk
to her about. Moving back toward the bed and kneeling on it, he cleaned her
gently, set the rag away, and sat on the edge of the bed. For a few seconds he
didn’t move, didn’t speak, and only when he felt the bed move with Tawny rising
did he turn and face her.

“Hey,
what’s wrong?” she asked and placed a hand on his shoulder. She leaned down,
ran her lips along his bicep, and a soft sigh escaped her. Dakota smiled,
feeling this euphoria fill him at the love he had for his woman.

“Nothing’s
wrong, baby.” He smiled and cupped her cheek. He turned in the bed so he could
face her fully, stared into her face, and knew he just needed to do this. “I
had planned on doing this differently, but I realized it doesn’t matter how I
do it as long as you know the truth.”

She
swallowed, as if nervous. “Okay. Dakota, what’s going on?” Tawny grabbed the
sheet and pulled it up to cover herself.

He
went over to his dresser, opened the drawer, and grabbed what he would be
giving her that would change both of their lives. When he turned to face her
again, holding that small, black velvet box, her eyes widened and her mouth
parted. When he was in front of her again he dropped to his knees, took one of
her hands in his, and brought it to his mouth to kiss her fingers. “I love you,
Tawny Stoker, you know this. I am a pain in the ass, piss you off pretty
frequently, and my possessive tendencies tend to border on obsessive and out of
control where you’re concerned.”

She
smiled.

“But
the end result is still the same. You’re the only woman I want to spend my life
with, to carry my babies, and to put up with my shit.” He opened the box that
held the princess cut diamond. Her small gasp had him smiling. “I hope that’s a
good sound, because
Tarren
went with me to pick it
out. She said you needed this one specifically because it had some kind of
special cut to it, or some shit like that.” He felt off balance right now, so
fucking nervous, yet he knew he shouldn’t be. They both loved each other, and
he was pretty sure she’d say yes. But there was this little voice in the back
of his head that said maybe, just maybe, she’d say no.

“It’s
beautiful, Dakota.”

He
glanced down at her hand, stared at her ring finger, and just fucking said it
already before his nerves got the best of him. “Baby, I love you, and I know
you love me. I want you to be my wife.” He looked at her face again. “I’ve
asked Dallas for your hand in marriage, gone all old school in that matter.” He
chuckled, and she did the same. “He gave his blessing, baby.” His heart felt
like it would burst right through his chest. “Tawny Anna Stoker, will you do me
the honor of being my wife?” He took the ring out, slipped it on her finger,
and waited. For a second she just stared at the ring, and then she burst out
crying.

“Tawny?”
He rose up, feeling a little
taken aback by her sudden tears. “Baby, are those good or bad tears?”

She
sniffed, looked at him, and then at the ring again, and then her smile came
forth like a damn burst of electricity.

“Yes, Dakota.
Yes, I’ll marry you.”

He
had her in his arms and off the bed a second later. Dakota held all of her
weight, kept her tightly to him, and inhaled deeply. This was his woman, soon
to be his wife, and he hoped in the near future the mother of his children.

“But
I want a big wedding, Dakota. No courthouse or eloping.” She pulled back, her
tears staining her cheeks, but her smile still present.

“Anything
for you, baby.” He leaned in and kissed her. “I’ll give you the biggest fucking
wedding you can handle.”

She
chuckled against his lips, and then he went back to holding her. This was his
life now, and damn what a good life it was.

The End

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