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Ruin her. I like and hate the idea all at once.

“I’d never ruin you.” Make her want only me? Fuck yes. But ruin her? Never. It already kills me that I might jade her a little. She’s so trusting and sweet. I’d hate for her to lose that. I hate that I might be the one to make her lose that.

If only I’d met her another way. She could have kept all the innocent trust she has because she’d have me to protect her and to shield her from everything that could shatter it. Make sure nothing touched her so she could keep it.

Her hand drops from my face and runs down my chest. I lean into her hand, liking her touch.

“Oh, I’m sure you’d ruin me. I think I could cum just looking at you.” She keeps running her hand over my chest and brings her other hand up to join in. Fucking hell, she’s so cute when she’s drunk. Gone is the shy girl, and in her place is someone who doesn’t think before she speaks, and I love it. I love the shy blush that hits her cheeks, but I enjoy this just as much.

“What if I told you that you’d already ruined me?”

“Liar. Take off your shirt. I want to see how far those tattoos go.” She’s changing the subject, even when she doesn’t realize she’s doing it. My girl seems to have a problem with thinking she isn’t hot or some shit, but we’ll work on that over time. She’ll soon see how fucking serious I am about us. She won’t have a doubt her in mind about the lengths I’ll go to to have her.

Actions speak louder than words, and she’ll be seeing that very soon.

Reaching over my head, I grab the collar of my shirt and pull it up and off, giving her what she asked for.

Her sharp inhalation makes me want to puff out my chest. She wiggles around, still rubbing her hands all over me. I need to get her under the covers and asleep before I have her legs over my shoulders, with me in between them.

I won’t risk her not remembering our first time together. I want her to remember every detail of it. I want to hook her into me and show her all the ways I can please her. I want to give her what she needs.

I reach down and tug at her dress again. “I hate this fucking thing.”

“You don’t like it? I thought I looked sexy for once.” She pouts up at me, her bottom lip sticking out, making me want to bite it.

“You're always sexy.” I grab the top of the dress and do as she suggested. I rip it. “But I don’t like other people seeing you with so few clothes on.”

She gasps as the material easily comes apart in my hands, leaving her in just her panties. I throw the dress behind me, not caring where it lands.

“Holy shit, that was hot. Can we do it again?” Her wide eyes are filled with excitement.

“You got another dress around here I don’t know about?” I tease her.

She just shakes her head, that happy excited look still pasted across her face. “I’ll buy you more and rip them off you if you really want me to, but you only wear them in the house.” No way is she ever going out dressed like that again. I’d end up doing life in prison.

“I’ll wear whatever I want.” She thrusts her chin up smugly, but it’s too adorable to be threatening. I have no idea how someone can be smug and adorable all at once, but she’s doing it, and I just smile at her as I try not to laugh.

“You want me to walk around in public without a shirt on?” Her fingers, which were busily trailing my chest, following the lines of my tattoos, stop and dig into me in a possessive manner. It makes my cock jerk, and I fucking love the feeling.

She glares at me.

“No need for that, little fox. It’s all yours. I’m just showing you how it makes me feel.” I grab the blanket and pull it over her. Hiding her body from me. It takes everything in me not to look at it, but I know my control would probably shatter if I did.

“I’m going to get you some water and something to stop your headache before it starts.” I pull myself from the bed and make my way towards the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and a few pills for her. When I turn around, I nearly trip over her.

She’s standing in the middle of my kitchen with just her panties on.

“I thought you were going to ruin me.” She says it so matter-of-factly, no shyness at all.

She pushes her body up against me, her naked chest hitting mine. Her curves melt into me. Reaching up, she locks her arms around my neck, and I have to bend a little for her to reach, even though she’s on her tiptoes.

All control snaps.

My hands go to her face, dropping the water bottle and pills, letting them hit the floor as I take her mouth. Her sweetness hits my lips, and the taste of her reminds me how desperate I am for her. It’s like being trapped in the desert for weeks and finally having water. I can’t stop myself from wanting to drink her down. One sip will never be enough. Thrusting my tongue into her mouth, I try to devour her. I never knew lips could be so soft. They yield to me just like all of her curves.

Her body wiggles against mine, her moan filling my mouth.

Fuck.

I let go of her face and grab her hips, easily lifting her to me. Her legs wrap around my waist. Before I know what I’m doing, I have her back in my bed without having broken the kiss. I’ve somehow got my pants and underwear off, and my naked cock is pressed against her sheathed pussy. When I realize what I’ve done, that I’ve taken it too far, I pull back and rest my forehead against hers.

Get it under control, Sparrow. You can have her in the morning.

“Please.” She moves her hips against me. Her warm pussy rubs my cock, testing every bit of control I have. I feel cum leak out the tip, and I have to bite the inside of my mouth to stop myself from cumming. No way would I cum before her.

“I’ll give you what you need, little fox. Then you’ll go to sleep like a good girl.”

“Just do it. Take me. I’ve been thinking about it all day. Come morning I’ll be too shy to ask.” She moves against me more. I know she’s right. In the morning she will be too shy to ask, but I won’t let her pull away. I’ll bulldoze right through all those walls she might try to erect. Any self-doubt she might have, I’ll shatter.

“You won’t have to ask. I’ll always give you what you need.”

I pull back from her a little so I have room to slide one of my hands between us. I dip one finger into her underwear, going straight for her clit, not wanting to draw it out. I know what she needs, and I’m going to give her that. I won’t leave her in need, but I’m only willing to give her this tonight. Tomorrow she’ll get it all.

Her hips rise and moans pour from her lips when I touch her there.

She’s fucking soaked. Dropping my head down to one of her big tits, I take her nipple into my mouth and suck. I stroke my finger where she needs it the most, and she instantly cums. Her whole body jerks, and when my name leaves her lips, I find myself cumming on her. Fuck. I can’t believe she went off for me like that. I didn’t think anything could be hotter than that. A simple touch from me sent her over the edge. It gives me hope. I continue to suck her nipple and work my finger on her clit, milking her orgasm for her.

When she goes limp under me, I look up to see a peaceful smile on her face, her eyes closed. She’s out.

Pulling my finger out from her panties I bring it to my mouth, tasting her innocent pussy for the first time. It hardens my cock. I swear to Christ, it’s the taste of pure heaven. I can’t wait to have my mouth on her. I’ll probably eat her pussy for days. Until she begs me to stop, and I’ll beg her not to take it from me.

I have two days to make her fall in love with me. Ingrain myself into her as deep as possible, because come Monday, she’s going to hate me.

Rubbing my hands over her stomach, I think of another way to keep her attached to me. I’m going to put my baby there. Then she can never leave me. I’ll be spending the next few days trying to plant my seed.

Chapter 11

Tessa

I
wake to a warm body pressed firmly against mine. One hand is inside my panties, cupping my core, and another hand grasps one of my boobs. Warm breath tickles my neck. A face is buried there. The night before starts flashing through my mind.

Getting dressed up with Harper, going to the club, shots, then I seemed to slip into some kind of Sean pity party. A few guys had hit on me, and I hated every second of it. All I could do was keep thinking about Sean. I was comparing them all to him. Most of the men there had that whole bad boy thing that he does, but they didn’t have his soft eyes.

Then people started going at it. I wasn’t sure if I was at a club or an orgy. Or maybe that’s what clubs are like. Every time I went to check my phone, Harper would make me take a shot. Needless to say, I took way too many. Then I started to cry. I think I might be one of those depressed drunks. I’m not sure how my head isn’t pounding right now.

The club only made me feel like I didn’t belong, and Harper didn’t seem to help. As much as she would give me shit about Sean, she crawled all over Nick as soon as he walked in the door.

Did I call Sean? Just from his smell, I know it’s him wrapped so tightly around me. I’ll never forget that smell: earthy and warm. It will forever be branded in my mind. I don't think I could move an inch if I tried. His big body is locked around mine. Even his legs are tangled with mine, like we made crazy love all night and finally passed out like this.

That’s when I feel a hard cock pressed firmly against my ass. It’s clear Sean is big all over. Part of me wants to jump from the bed, but a bigger part wants to stay still and enjoy this. To soak in every second of it.

I try to remember more. Sean’s face flashes in my mind again. Him pulling me from the table at the bar, wrapping his jacket around me, a look of jealousy and concern on his face, then taking me home with him, where I pretty much begged him to have sex with me. He didn’t. I’m positive I’d still feel the effects of that if he did. I do remember him making me cum.

Sucking my nipple into his mouth as he slipped his hands into my panties, taking me to a place I’d never been before. I want that again. Over and over again. Even more, I want to do it to him.

All the things I said to him flash through my mind, making me cringe. Jesus, how am I going to face him when he wakes? I’d asked him to rip my dress from my body…and he did. His big hands grabbed hold and tore it like it was nothing. Maybe I could sneak out. I have no idea what I’ll wear, though, because I’m pretty sure that dress is destroyed.

I wiggle a little to see if I can slip free, but he only latches on tighter, and I swear I hear him mumble “
mine
.”

Holy shit.

I feel my vagina clench at the word. That’s completely ridiculous and barbaric, and I want him to say it again. I wiggle again, but this time he just lets out a cute little manly growl. I have to hold my laughter in.

Then all the sweet stuff he said to me comes flooding back, making me smile. God, this man is too good to be true. It’s like I’ve won the man lottery or something. I curse the blanket that is laid over us; I want to see myself wrapped in his arms. I want to see those tattoos latched around me so possessively.

I remember following him into the kitchen and the look on his face when he turned around and saw me standing there. I should be embarrassed; I can’t remember the last time someone saw me in my panties. Harper walks around naked like it’s no big deal, but I find myself to be self-conscious. I have wide hips and a few stretch marks from when my boobs came in a little too quickly one summer.

But that look on his face when he saw me like that was one of pure hunger. Like he was starving for me.
Me
. I have no doubt this man could have his pick of women, but the way he keeps acting makes me feel like I’m all he wants. It’s me in his bed, not someone else. He came looking for me last night. I have no clue how he found me. I’m just happy he did. Who knew where I could have woken up if I hadn’t run into him last night?

I know I’m new at this, but I find myself pushing all the things Harper has been chirping in my ear right out of my head. Sean has been nothing but pure sweetness to me, and I’m not going to mess that up. I want to see where this could go. And besides, it’s far too late.