Dakota's Claim (11 page)

He
forgot about everything else, about his anger and obsession for her, about how
enraged he still was, and if he wanted to keep her in his life he needed to not
go so
caveman
on her and others. Right now he just
wanted to focus on Tawny, right here in his apartment, in his arms, and
submitting to him. He speared his hands in her hair and tugged at the strands
hard enough that she was forced to tilt her head back and accept his hard kiss.
But she gave as
good
as she got. The sting of pain
from her biting his tongue and lips, the burn of her nails digging into the
bare flesh of his biceps, had him harder and more eager to lie down with this
woman, with
his
woman. He wanted to
show her exactly how she was his, and that he wanted her with a fierceness that
rivaled anything else on this planet.

He
groaned against her mouth, and a grunt left him when she bit him hard enough
that the metallic flavor of his blood slammed along his tongue. She was definitely
a wildcat, a fierce and wicked little thing. She was fucking perfect, and her
lust for him matched his own intense need for her. He pulled back, took in the
sight of her mouth parted, swollen and red, and leaned in to swipe his tongue
along the bottom swell of her lip. She gasped out, curling her nails deeper
into his skin until the pain morphed into pleasure.

“I
want you so fucking much, Tawny.
Christ
,
you have no idea how much I want you, how hard I get just thinking about you.”

“Yeah,
I know exactly the feeling of wanting you with this mindless need that you
can’t even thinking straight,” she murmured against his mouth, slid one hand up
his neck, and curled her fingers into his hair. “I want you now. I want you to
be my first, Dakota. It’s only ever been you.”

He
groaned out, grabbed a chunk of her hair and tilted her head back, and then
kissed her even harder than he had before. “This will be your first time. I
should go slow and easy with you.”

“I
don’t want slow and easy.” She pulled back slightly, lips glossy from their
combined saliva, and flicked her gaze to his mouth. “I just want you to be with
me. And if that is hard and rough, that is exactly how I want it.” She leaned
in this time and tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth. “I know you’ll take
care of me, and show me pleasure.” She moaned out. “I am so wet for you,
Dakota,” she whispered, and his cock jerked so hard he couldn’t hold in his
groan.

He
wanted her naked now, needed her under him, her legs spread, nothing separating
them, and his cock deep in her sweet virgin pussy. Dakota pulled her closer,
curled his fingers into the flesh of her hips, and lifted her off the ground
before she could protest. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her pussy
right on his hard
dick,
and he latched his lips onto
the soft, long column of her throat. He sucked at her flesh as he strode down
the hallway toward his bedroom.

Once
inside his room he set her on the ground, and turned her around so she was
pressed to the now closed door. He was a hungry bastard for her, and the only
thing that would sate his appetite was Tawny. Before he could even take her
clothes off, she was pulling at his. She had his cut and shirt off, and then
went for the button and zipper of his jeans. She pushed his pants and boxer
briefs down, and then there he stood with nothing on, and all he wanted to do
was rip her clothes off and plunge his cock right into the hot depth of her
pussy.

She
had taken control of this one moment, but that would be the only time he
allowed her to take the lead. Once he had her in his bed, her body bared for
him, he’d claim her cherry, make her see that
he
would be the only one that sampled her body, or looked at her
naked, or touched her, from this point on. There would be no other one for her,
no other man that would be able to say they had her. No, Dakota would be the
only man that fucked Tawny.
Ever.

Dakota
was going to devour her.

She
grabbed onto his biceps again, curled her little nails into his flesh, stared
down at his chest, and then
lower
still to his hard
cock. “God, Dakota, you’re so big.” She lifted her gaze to his face, her eyes
heavy-lidded and her mouth slightly parted.

“Yeah, fucking hard as steel, and
all because of you.”
He took her hand and placed it on his dick. “This is what you do to me every
time I think about you, Tawny.” He lowered his face to her neck, closed his
eyes and inhaled deeply, and groaned out at the light, fruity scent of her.
“For the last few years this has been how hard I’ve gotten for you, watching
you, knowing that I should just tell you that you’re mine, but being too
pussy
for that.”

She
pushed him back with her hands on his chest, and he forced himself to move back
from her. “I’m nervous, Dakota,” she said, but went to take her shirt off.

He
groaned out. “Baby, we don’t have to do this right now. We have all the time in
the world.”

She
swallowed and nodded. “I know, but I want to.” And then she was removing her
shirt. Underneath she wore this little lace bra, her big breasts straining
against the thin material. His girl was curvy as hell, with a rounded belly,
flared out hips, and thick thighs that had been created to be wrapped around
him. She was thick in all the right places and would be able to handle the kind
of passion he wanted to give her.

When
she pushed her leggings down he had to force himself to stand still. But Dakota
wanted to go to her, show
her what
she did to him on a
primal level. She now wore nothing but a G-string and her lacy transparent bra,
and damn was she hot. The curves on his woman went on for fucking miles. He
reached down and palmed his cock. She lowered her gaze again to what he was
doing. There was no shame in the fact he was touching himself in front of her.
In fact he grew harder because of that fact.

“Come
on,
Tawny,
take off the bra and panties.” His voice
was gruff, harsh, and filled with all of his pent-up arousal for her. Pre-cum
dotted the tip of his shaft, and he moved his palm over the crown, smeared the
slickness over the cap of his dick, and groaned out. Lowering his head
slightly, he watched her as she obeyed his command to get fully naked.

She
reached behind her, slipped her fingers under the elastic of her G-string, and
slowly pushed it down. The lights were off, but he could see her perfectly,
could see that she had a thatch of darker blonde hair that covered her mound.
The plumpness of her pussy lips was also visible through her slightly parted
thighs. His heart thundered, his body starting to become covered in
perspiration because of the anticipation to finally have her, but he stayed
still.
Absolutely fucking still.
The pressure in his
balls was intense, and he swore that he could come just from the sight of her
like this: vulnerable, innocent, and obedient. His resistance was slipping, and
his dick was so hard he wanted to pound into her until they collapsed in
exhaustion when it was all said and done. He wanted to be tired and sated from
fucking her, claiming her, and marking her up real good from his passion.
Dakota wanted her smelling like him, her pussy covered in his cum, and this
look of satisfaction on her face because he had been the one to make her feel
good.

No. You need to go slow, be easy.

She
took off her bra next, and when she stood there stark naked, her big breasts
slightly shaking because she trembled, he lost it. He grabbed her around the
waist and pulled her close enough that he could bury his face in the crook of
her neck.

“God,
Tawny. I want you so badly, but I need to go slow. I have to keep telling
myself that you need that for this first time.”

She
cupped his face, smoothed her fingers along his scruff-covered skin, and then
leaned in to kiss him. “I trust you to take care of me and make this good. I’ve
waited a long time for this, Dakota.”

He
didn’t respond, couldn’t say anything that would express exactly what he was
feeling right now. So, instead of saying something that would fuck this up, he
slipped his hands on either side of her neck, smoothed his thumbs along her
jawline, and tipped her head back to kiss her. He licked and sucked at her
lips, and then slipped his tongue into her mouth, stroking hers with his.

He
kissed her for several long, languishing seconds, just memorizing her mouth
until the sounds of their wetness, of the sucking and moaning that they both
did, filled the room. Only then did he break away, kiss along her neck, suck at
her pulse point, and smooth his hands down her back. He stopped at the base of
her spine, curled his fingers into her soft, smooth flesh, and then gripped her
ass in a firm hold. She gasped against his ear, and he pulled back to kiss her
again, swallowing the sound. Moving his hands closer to the crease of her
bottom, he moved them closer to her sweet, hot and wet center. The pads of his
fingers came in contact with the part of her body that was dripping with her
cream, hot and ready for his cock, and he groaned against her lips.

“Please,
Dakota,” she whispered. “I don’t think I can handle much more before I lose
it.”

He
smirked against her mouth, kissed her once more, and then touched her pussy
full-on. His fingers came in contact with smooth flesh, silky and drenched, and
he slipped those digits up to the pussy hole that had never been sampled. The
possessive part of him that he only felt where it concerned Tawny rose up
violently.

“This
is mine,” he said harshly.
“This pussy, this cherry.
You, Tawny, you are mine.”

She
nodded, wrapped her arms fully around his neck, and pressed her breasts to his
chest. He felt her nipples, hard because she wanted him, move along his
pecs
. He teased her pussy, stroked her smooth labia, pulled
them apart slightly and then let them fall back in place. His cock throbbed
fiercely, and pre-cum continued to come out of the tip of his shaft. He would
not last five minutes once he was buried deep inside of her sweet little body.
As embarrassing and adolescent as that was to think about, he couldn’t give two
shits because he’d finally be with Tawny in every way.

He
pulled his hands away from her, lifted his drenched fingers up so she could see
them, and sucked them clean while watching her reaction. Even in the darkness
he could see her pupils dilate even further. Her mouth was parted, her eyes
wide as she watched him suck those digits clean of her arousal.

“God,
Dakota—” she breathed out, but before she could finish that sentence he cupped
her face and pressed his lips to hers, forcing her to taste herself on him.

Her
moans were his driving force, but also his breaking point. He lifted her up,
and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her thighs around his waist. For a
second all he did was hold her, felt her slick pussy part around his cock, her
smooth skin almost hugging his shaft. It was an intense, unbearable sensation,
and he turned and swiftly made his way toward the bed. He set her on the center
of it, took a step back to look his fill of her once more before he fucking
lost it on her, and then grabbed his cock again. Stroking himself from root to
tip, he
jacked
off right in front of her. But she
liked it, he could tell.

The
way she sat on the edge of the bed, her legs closed, the light, trimmed patch
of blonde hair covering her pussy, had him anxious to tell her exactly what he
wanted. She’d listen, obey—he knew it because she was needy for him, too.
“Tawny.”
He ran his other hand over his mouth, dragged his
gaze over her belly, her breasts and collarbones, and then stared at her face.
“I have to taste you, baby.”

She
didn’t respond, just placed her hands on the bed behind her, lifted her legs to
brace her feet on the edge of the mattress, and parted her thighs. And then all
bets were off as he saw the way her pussy glistened under the moonlight that
streamed through the curtains. God, she was so fucking wet for him. He moved to
stand in front of her, dropped to his knees, smoothed his hands over her
calves, and along her inner thighs. He framed her pussy with his hands, closed
his eyes and inhaled, and felt like something had broken inside of him, rushing
forward, and threatening to consume them both.

The
first swipe along her cunt lips had her juices spilling on his tongue. Curling
one of his hands in her thighs, he ate her out like she was his last meal and
he was starving. Dakota didn’t stop licking her, sucking at her soaked pussy or
engorged clit until she writhed against him, pressing her pussy fully into her
face. He placed a hand on her belly, pushed her upper body back on the bed, and
kept his palm flat on her, holding her in place as he got her off.

“Dakota,”
she gasped out almost violently, and then reached to hold onto his hair. She
tugged at the strands hard enough that he hissed out against her, but he didn’t
stop. The pleasure was mounting for him, too, and that sting of pain only made
it more intense. She continued to cry out as she came undone for him, and only
when she started pushing at his head, begging him to stop because she was
sensitive, did he finally pull back. He knew his mouth was glossy from her
arousal, and he licked her cream off of his lips as he stared at her.