5. Marie

MARIE

M aybe I can blame it all on shock. That's why my head isn't working right.

Call me a fool, but I feel more safe wrapped in Blake's arms than I've felt in years. Even worse, I don't want to let that feeling go. I hope this isn't all an act on his part. It can't be. He has to be feeling this connection too. It'll destroy me if he denies it.

It's not the alcohol making me want him, I know that. I haven't felt the desire to be touched by a man in over a year, and God knows I've gotten drunk at bars and had plenty of good-looking men try. But with Blake, my body is begging me to let him have his way with me. I want him to take me. Claim me. Own my body. I can tell he knows how to do just that and at this point, I'd happily get on my knees for him.

In fact, if his lips touch that sweet spot on my neck just one more time, my legs will probably give out as my body shudders and spasms from cumming so damn hard. I'm that close to my release. I keep scissoring my legs together, but it's not enough. I need his touch. Even if it's just a little. Feeling his hard cock against my ass, the rumble of his chest as he tried to hide his groan when I pushed back against him–how could I not be hot for him? I enjoy being his hellcat and right now I just want to purr for him.

Blake

I grab her shoulder right before we get to the entrance to the clubhouse, letting the guys go in without us. She stumbles a little before falling back into my chest, but she smiles up at me as I wrap my arms around her waist. I guide her to the side of the building. She doesn't try to push away; instead she leans into me, grabbing hold of my arm to keep her balance on the broken concrete.

"What's your angle, hellcat?" I keep my face emotionless and get right to the point.

"What do you mean?" She looks innocent and genuinely confused.

"You think I'm gonna hurt you? Is that why you wanna go in there?" She stumbles back from me like I slapped her. Her eyes widen and I want to kick my own ass for putting that wounded expression on her face.

"No, I just-" she looks to the ground as she tries to find her words. I grab her chin with my thumb on her bottom lip and force her to look at me. Those chocolate brown eyes look deep into mine with pure lust as I move my nose to hers, my lips just barely touching hers.

"You just what?" I stare straight into her eyes, willing her to give me the green light.

"I just want you," she whispers and the second she does I move in, pushing her body against the brick building, caging her in. She moans as my lips take hers in a bruising kiss. I bite her bottom lip before my tongue pushes into her hot, wet mouth. My hands travel along her body, reaching below her dress and cupping her pussy. She moans into my mouth as my fingers rub against her. She wants this just as much as I do. I can't help the groan that escapes me.

I rip her skimpy lace panties off and while my fingertips dig into the flesh of her hips, I growl into her neck, "Beg me."

I feel her pussy gush against my thigh; I know she left her honey on my jeans and that gets my dick impossibly harder. She doesn't hesitate to beg, "Please fuck me, Blake. I need you."

Thank fuck. I lift her up as I struggle to release my cock from my jeans. Her legs wrap around me as I position the head of my cock at her hot entrance and mercilessly slam into her balls deep.

"Fuck!" she screams out and throws her head back against the brick wall. She's so damn hot and tight. The sight of her being consumed by pleasure with her eyes half-lidded and plump lips parted in ecstasy is the sexiest thing I've ever fucking seen. I pause for just a second to let her adjust to my size and feel her clench around my dick. Fuck yeah. Her pussy feels like heaven as she tries to milk my cock with her orgasm.

I pound into her little pussy and she tries to quiet her screams by biting her lip, but she's failing miserably. As much as I want to hear her cry out while I destroy her pussy, I don't want any of those fuckers coming out here to watch. She's mine. "Bite my shoulder." She immediately clamps down on me and that bit of pain combined with her pulsing pussy is almost enough to make me cum already. I have to fight hard not to give in just yet. I haven't had enough and I've got to give her more.

Her heels dig into my ass, begging me to take her harder. So I do just that. I'm rutting into her with a primal need. We're both panting as I keep a steady pace and move my hand to her clit, pressing down ruthlessly as I feel her body start to shake. I know she's going to be quick again and I love how damn responsive she is. She's so fucking wet I can feel her arousal dripping down to my balls. The sounds of me pounding into her wet pussy make me fuck her harder, racing to my climax.

She releases my shoulder just enough to beg me breathlessly, "Please, Blake." Her panted plea takes me over the edge and I bite down hard on her neck while slamming into her to the hilt and pinching her clit.

She screams into my neck before biting down on my shoulder with such force that I know she draws blood. The pain makes me cum even more, filling her tight pussy until it's leaking out of her.

As I come down from my orgasm, I hear the door to the clubhouse open.

Fuck.

How the hell can I bring her into the clubhouse, into my world knowing the danger I'll be putting her in? I move my forehead from hers, hearing her little pants as her aftershocks settle and her eyes pierce into mine; it's too late. She's mine now. I'm not letting her go.