Chapter Eight - Westin

CHAPTER EIGHT

WESTIN

She's going to fuck me up.

And I'm going to let her.

Her body shakes, and I drag my tongue over her perfect pussy as her orgasm dies away. She's soaked with sweet, tangy arousal, and I want it all, so I lick it off her pussy and inner thighs until it's gone.

Her eyes are glassy, her cheeks flushed. Her teardrop-shaped breasts heave, catching my eye. God, they're beautiful. Her nipples are upturned and a soft blush pink. Her bra was tight, making them look small under her dress, but when I unhooked it, out spilled the prettiest, softest breasts I'd ever seen.

Everything about her is perfect.

My cock is rock hard, aching to slip inside her. But more than that, I'm aching to be her first. When she'd admitted she was a virgin, the dark undercurrent I like to keep hidden sparked.

She's beautiful and so fucking sweet.

And maybe it's selfish, but I have to be that man.

The first…and last.

The thought makes my head spin. I've known her for two days, and I'm already ready to lay it all on the line. I'm not sure what will happen tomorrow, but I know for certain there's no world where I fuck this woman and leave.

No, if I fuck her, she might as well be branded with my name.

And I'm going to fuck her.

She moans as I reach between us, and her head falls back. She's draped over the pillow, her head hanging back, her beautiful throat marked pink where I'd kissed her by the river.

Her thighs tremble as I slide up and brace my knee, unzipping my pants, pushing them down low enough to unleash my cock. It slaps against her thigh, rock hard.

Her pussy leaks, dripping on the sheet.

Fuck. Me.

My cock jerks, leaving a bit of wetness on her skin. Her breasts heave and her pink nipples tighten. Mindlessly, I bend to put one in my mouth and suck.

"Oh." The air rushes from her lungs.

I push my hand between us again and run my fingertips over her pussy, letting her slick arousal coat them. Gently, I press my middle finger deeper until it slips inside her cunt.

Her nails come out, digging into my upper arms.

"Ouch," she whispers.

I push my finger in another inch, intoxicated by her soft, wet pussy and the way it grips me. She's tight, probably too tight to be doing this today. Having her first kiss and losing her virginity is a lot all at once.

That isn't going to stop me, though. She's here, naked and willing. I'm not a good enough man to walk away.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

She shakes her head once. "It did at first. Not much anymore."

I flip my hand, searching for that sweet spot. Her lips slowly part, and when I find it, the breath leaves her lungs in a rush.

"Oh," she gasps.

I circle her G-spot, rubbing gently to make her thighs tremble again. "I want to touch every place on your body that makes you feel good, darling. "

Her lids flutter, eyes rolling back.

She's so soaked, it's dripping down the curve of her ass. Slowly, I explore her pussy with that finger before I pull it free and lick it clean, getting to my knees.

Her eyes drop like a stone, and her brows reach her hairline.

"I'm going to fuck you now, darling," I tell her.

She nods, wordless as I bend down and kiss her mouth. When I pull back, she follows me with her lips, like she doesn't want to stop.

"Say yes," I order softly.

"Yes," she breathes.

I sink down until our bodies are tangled. Outside, birds trill, and hot wind moves through the window screen, brushing our naked skin.

Her hands touch my upper arms, nails digging in. Her big brown eyes widen as she feels my cock at her entrance, the head of my cock finding the slick heat of her pussy. She bites her lip and winces.

I push until she whimpers.

"That's a good girl," I praise.

I slip my hand under her neck, holding her head in my hand. My hips don't relent as her inner muscles spasm and her breasts heave, nipples hard, brushing up against my bare chest.

I'm halfway in when I hit resistance. I hesitate, but not once does it occur to me to stop. Her spine tenses; maybe it's better to just get it done. I thrust hard, sinking to the hilt inside.

"Oh," she breathes, tears springing to her eyes. One slips down her temple and mingles with her hair.

"Does it hurt, darling?" I murmur, kissing away that tear.

"Yes," she gasps. "It hurts, but don't stop."

I can't help the moan that moves up my chest. Bracing myself on my knee, I pull out halfway and lift so I can look down to where we're joined. She's soaked, the entrance of her sex swollen with a trace of pink, a hint of blood. It sinks in that I did this to her, but I'm not sure if I'm triumphant or ashamed.

Most likely the former .

I spend a lot of my time trying to be a conscience for Sovereign, but I don't have much of one myself—at least not when it comes to staking my claim on Diane.

My brain is empty as my hips move of their own accord, thrusting hard. She gasps, eyes rolling back. I'm bare inside her, skin against skin. I made a choice when I walked out of that convenience store that I wouldn't wear a condom. It feels like a crime to put something between us.

We're way past that anyway. If she gets pregnant, it doesn't matter. Either way, she's my woman. Fuck that I've known her for a grand total of two days.

I shift closer, letting her body meld with mine. We're both hot and dotted with sweat, mingling together and staining the sheets. She's bleeding more than I expected, but she doesn't seem to notice. Maybe she likes the pain—she's writhing like she does.

Her hips move with mine as I fall into a steady rhythm, and she's rising to meet my thrusts like she loves it.

The bed hits the wall, clattering. The hot breeze makes the window screen shake. The room is permeated with the scent of metal and summertime honeysuckle.

I'll remember it as long as I live. It smells like the day Diane Carter became mine.