“That’s right, baby. I want to hear how good I make you feel,” he rasped, his hips keeping a steady rhythm. My body was taut, and the orgasm building in me felt as though it was going to be huge. I held my breath, and my heart raced in my chest. He was holding my hips as he slammed in and out of me. His balls slapped against my butt with each powerful thrust, and his finger circled my clit.
He held me still, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough that I knew it was going to leave a mark—making me burn hotter. I took what he had to give until something inside me snapped. “Barrett,” I screamed, my nails digging into his shoulders as I flew apart.
“That’s right, baby. Milk my cock,” he grunted, his hips still moving as he pumped in and out of me until his cock jerked. I felt the hot splash of his come filling me up, and it triggered another orgasm. He dropped on top of me, pressing me into the mattress for a moment before he rolled onto his back and took me with him. I felt the hammering of his heart against my chest, and it was beating as fast as mine. He was still inside me, and our combined releases trickled out around him. He’d taken me without a condom, but I didn’t have a single regret. I could too easily picture my belly round with his child, and for the first time since I’d witnessed the crime that changed my life, I was grateful because that crazy mess had brought Hack to me.
8
Hack
As I came out of the deepest sleep I’d had in years, I wondered if I’d died and gone to heaven. Which was highly unlikely given the choices I’d made in life. Not that I regretted a single one, because they all led me here.
I was wrapped around a soft body that smelled fucking delicious and tasted even better. Paisley stirred, and her cute little ass wiggled against my morning wood, which was now wide-awake. Images from the night before played in my head, and I was immediately ready for another round. Being inside my woman was like nothing I’d ever experienced. The only thing holding me back was knowing she’d been a virgin, and I’d foolishly taken her three times last night. She had to be sore.
She shifted again, and I moved my hand from where it had been splayed on her stomach to brush her hair back so I could trail my lips over the silky skin of her shoulder and neck. “Hmmm,” she sighed. “Good morning.”
“Yes, it is,” I mumbled. She giggled, and the sound brought a smile to my face. “How’re you feeling, baby?”
“Awesome,” she sighed again.
I chuckled and nipped at her shoulder, making her shiver, which only made me want to see her shaking while she came even more. Telling myself to calm the fuck down, I slowly slid my arm out from under her head and gave her neck one last kiss. She made a little noise of protest, and I almost caved. “You’ve gotta be sore, baby.” She flopped onto her back and pouted as I slipped out of bed. I chuckled because she was just so damn adorable, and I planted a quick kiss on her plump lips. “Gonna run a bath for you, baby,” I told her as I forced myself to turn away and yank on my boxers before heading to the bathroom.
After starting the water and making sure the temperature was right, I padded back out to the bedroom. Paisley was watching me with green eyes glittering with lust. “You’re killing me, baby,” I said with a shake of my head. She grinned and patted the empty spot beside her on the bed. I steeled myself against temptation and commanded my dick to stand down. He wasn’t interested in what I had to say, and the obvious tent in my underwear had Paisley grinning.
Once I was at the side of the bed, I bent down and scooped her into my arms. I didn’t miss the small wince, despite her efforts to hide it. I gave her an I told you so look, and she blushed. “So maybe I’m a little sore.” Her petulant expression made me laugh, melting it into a smile. “I love the sound of your laughter.”
I raised a brow as we reached the tub, and I set her on her feet. “Yeah?”
She nodded. “It’s sexy.”
I laughed again, and it occurred to me that I’d laughed more in the past day than I had in the past several years. “I’ll keep that in mind.” I winked at her, and her cheeks turned pink. “How can you be blushing when I explored every inch of this delectable body last night and had you screaming my name?” I teased.
Paisley shrugged, and when her tits bounced with the movement, she seemed to have just realized that she was naked. She gasped and reached for a towel, but I snatched it out of her hands.
“You don’t hide this body from me, baby. It’s mine to look at, mine to taste, and mine to fuck, whenever I feel like it.” I ran my hands from her shoulders to cup her breasts and thumbed her nipples, making her shiver again. “These sexy tits are mine”—I dropped one hand and shoved it between her legs to cup her pussy—“and this pretty pussy is mine. All of you. Mine.”
She moaned when I dipped a finger inside her and lowered my head to lick the nipple of the globe I was cupping. “You’re my property, Paisley. My old lady. And when we get home, you’re gonna wear my cut so every son of a bitch in the world knows it. Because I’m a possessive motherfucker, and I
