And that’s fine by me.
“Uh, Baxter… really?” I hear myself asking in mock protest, knowing the owners would die if they knew Baxter was on their bed, but Dillon just shrugs.
“I thought I might need him for protection, you okay?”
I nod briefly, grimacing at the reminder, but grateful when he sidles up next to me on the bed. Baxter seems more interested in the tray of food and leaps off, laying down next to the bed with a sigh.
Dillon locks his hand in mine and we sit in silence for a while. I have so much I want to tell him, to ask him, but something in him just makes me feel so comfortable. Like I can forget about all my problems and just enjoy sitting here with him.
“I’m only gonna say you don’t have to worry one more time, Roxy. I know I was a little too straightforward before, but it’s really gonna work out, you just have to trust me, okay?”
He asks me, looking intently at me and squeezing my hand just right so I know it’s the whole truth.
“I’m not holding out because there’s anything bad going on, it’s just easier this way,” he says, and I nuzzle into his chest, noticing how much I prefer him in only in shorts, He’s taken his apron off and his near naked body against mine is warming me up in more ways than one.
I trace a finger around his nipples, through the soft downy hair of his chest, then venture a little further down, drawing a low growling sound from him.
“Are you sure you really want me?” I hear myself ask, meaning it too.
“You’re just so…”
“I’m just so what?” he asks, feigning being insulted before he once again has to set my mind at ease.
“I told you, Roxy. You’re mine now, there’s nothing else to say. And I want you like you wouldn’t believe.”
I watch as the bulge in his shorts starts to lengthen, thickening until it strains against the thin satin fabric, making me gasp.
Making me want to touch it, to touch all of him
To finally have him inside of me.
“And my dad? Tell me he’s okay. That’s all I need to know,” I say finally, not wanting to linger on the bad stuff a minute longer.
I have to get used to trusting Dillon, and there’s no time like the present.
He answers me with a kiss, and I know everything’s alright.
If he didn’t really want me, he wouldn’t be in bed with me with a hard on like that, kissing me like this.
It’s a pinch me again moment, but in no time at all, I’m dissolving into Dillon. His smell, his touch and his lips against my ear, telling me what he wants to do to me. What he’s about to do to me.
And I smile, shivering with delight because I know that I want him now, more than ever.
I curl my hand around his thick heat through his shorts, making him groan loudly.
“I thought you said if you touched me there, you wouldn’t be able to stop,” he asks me in a hoarse tone.
“Who says I wanna stop,” I purr and nod in reply to the question in his eyes.
We both know I’m ready.
It’s time for Dillon to claim me.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Dillon
“That’s three I owe you,” I whisper.
“Wha-?” she asks, gasping as I clutch her chest and squeeze.
“Never mind,” I say, rolling over so I can position myself above her, so I can look into her clear blue eyes staring up at me.
My girl is about to become a woman. My woman.
“Tell me you want to be mine forever,” I say, feeling my dick swell to its full hardness in her light grip, which she begins to pump forward and backwards, freeing it from my shorts.
“I want to…” she whimpers, “Forever, Dillon…”
Kissing her so deep, I want to push straight up into her, to release my pent up desire for her in one swift movement, but my woman will need to be satisfied as well as claimed.
Claimed good and proper.
I’m holding myself up over her, every muscle in my body tense, her hands moving over my shoulders, arms and back before she pulls me down on top of her.
I growl with deep satisfaction. I need a strong woman who can take just as much as I can give her and Roxy moans louder when she feels my full weight on her, staring to writhe as I feel her slipping free of her pants as I tear my shorts off with one hand, the fabric ripping to the sound of our own animal sounds.
I shift down, feeling my hips grinding into hers while keeping my rigid dick back from her just for a minute.
I want to feel her skin on mine, I want to feel my whole body on hers before I give her what I know she needs the most.
Her urgency is intoxicating. She’s not the shy girl I met last night, and I’m glad the touch of our bodies has made her see how much I do want her. How much I need her now.
I jump a little as I feel her hands leaving my cock, giving it a firm squeeze as she moves them in between her own thick thighs, thighs I look forward to pounding against.
She’s holding herself wide open for me, the whole time we’re staring intently into each other’s eyes.
I move up to her quivering entrance, feeling myself stiffen even more as I circle her hot wet hole.
We both gasp, moan and I swear as she inches herself onto my thickness, taking a good third of me in one stroke.
“I’m claiming you as my own, Roxy. You’re mine, forever,” I growl, gritting my teeth to stop me from exploding too soon. I push fully into her, making us both gasp again, and we both groan as the newest, best feeling yet is shared between us.
Seeing her head tilt
