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  I pulled her in close, stroking my hand over her hair, letting her know by the way I held her and the way I touched her that she’d always feel comfort and safety with me.

  “I love you so much it hurts sometimes.”

  Yeah, I knew exactly how she felt.

  She had her hands on my back, and if possible, my body tightened even further.

  She’s mine.

  I didn’t have any self-control when it came to Moira, when it came to what I wanted with her.

  “I’ve wanted you for so long, Braxton.”

  Right now, the way she looked at me, the things she said … I wasn’t about to try and stop myself from having her, from showing her with my body that I loved her as well.

  I couldn’t have had restraint even if I wanted to.

  But I sure as hell didn’t want to control myself, didn’t want to stop this.

  “Do you want me, want this right now?”

  She nodded and licked her lips.

  I cupped my hand on the back of her head, held her in place, and leaned forward. For a second all we did was stare into each other’s eyes and breathe the same air.

  God, she smelled incredible, and I knew she’d taste the same.

  “I want this.”

  I groaned, my body shaking.

  She looked up at me with wide eyes, her desire clear, her emotions right there for me to see.

  “I’m going to devour you, baby girl,” I said on a harsh sound. I leaned down to kiss her like my life depended on it, like I’d wanted to do for the entire night.

  We were just getting started.

  She moaned for me, and I kissed her harder. I tightened my hold on her hair, tilted her head back, and moved my mouth down her neck, licking a path along her pulse point. I felt how hard and fast it was beating, how nervous she was right now.

  With my tongue and lips I ran a path down the slender arch of her throat, licking, sucking. She rested her head back on the wall, her mouth opening slightly, her breathing coming on fast.

  “Arch your back for me.”

  She did as I asked, and I felt her breasts press to my chest.

  “You consume my thoughts. It’s you that I live for.”

  “Braxton.”

  My cock jerked at the way she said my name.

  “I need you.”

  I cupped the side of her face and ran my tongue along her bottom lip, tasting the sweet flavor of her mouth. God, she was perfect. She was mine.

  I dug my fingers into her hair and pulled her impossibly closer. I wanted us to be one person, wanted her embedded in me, ingrained in every part of me.

  “I don’t care about anything else but being with you.” Her voice was soft, her lips red and glossy. “But this will be my first time, and I’m nervous.”

  “My sweet girl,” I said in a low voice, looking at her mouth, still holding on to her.

  The silence stretched between us for several seconds.

  “But my nerves won’t stop me from going forward.” And then she rose on her toes and kissed me like she was starving for me. I kissed her harder.

  I groaned, loving that she parted her lips for me. I plunged my tongue into the warm, sweet recess of her mouth.

  “Are you ready for me, baby girl?”

  She nodded, her mouth consumed with mine.

  “How ready are you for me, Moira?”

  “I’m soaking wet for you.”

  I wanted to be buried inside of her, to feel her pussy milking my cock. I wanted to pump my seed deep into her body, making her mine, having her take it all.

  I had no control over my actions anymore, not right now. Moira was so receptive to me, so primed. I moved my thumb to her lips and slowly around her pink flesh, and leaned down so our mouths were only inches apart. “It’s always been you for me, sweet girl.”

  She arched her chest, pressing her breasts against me. My cock jerked, the fucker demanding to be free.

  I pushed her back against the wall. This noise left her. “Do you want me, want me to claim you as mine?” I ran my tongue along her lips, and she parted for me.

  “Yes, Braxton. I want that and more.”

  “I’m going to memorize every inch of you, make you see—feel—that I will worship the very ground you walk on.”

  “Do you want that, Moira? Do you want to come undone for me?”

  She shivered in my embrace and closed her eyes. “Yes,” she groaned.

  I pulled back and waited until she opened her eyes and looked at me. The startling clarity of the color could have dropped me to my knees. “I want to make you come without even being inside of you.”

  I felt like the world was crashing down around me. Tonight I would show my girl what she meant to me.

  She stared into my eyes, and I felt my heart beat a little faster at the vulnerability and innocence I saw.

  “You hold so much power over me, baby girl.”

  I kissed her again at the same time I lifted her into my arms and carried her into the bedroom, needing to make love to the woman who’d stolen my heart.

  Chapter 4

  Moira

  I couldn’t believe this was happening.

  Braxton pulled me impossibly closer to him, his big body warm, strong. I could feel how much he wanted me, his erection this massive rod between us, hard, thick, long. I felt that length dig into my belly, a promise of what was to come, of how it would feel to have him in me, claiming me, taking my innocence.

  I speared my hands in his hair, tugging at the strands, needing him closer to me than humanly possible. And then he lifted me up, my body so much smaller than his.

  We were in the bedroom before I even knew what was going on. He had me in his arms, kissing me, making me feel like I weighed nothing, like I was worth the world.

  Once I was on the mattress, I looked up at him. I needed this like I needed to breathe. Braxton was on top of me, his strength and power pressing me into the mattress.

  He made me feel so vulnerable, and God, I loved it.

  Braxton cupped the side of my face, kissed me, and I moaned at how good it felt. He fucked me with his lips and tongue in the way I knew he’d do to me between my legs.

  I moaned again.

  The world fell away until there was nothing but the two of us, this moment, and the feeling of being with the man I’d loved for years.

  I wasn’t ready for him to pull away, but when he did, this small noise wanted to leave me, this nonverbal plea for more. So much more.

  “Take my clothes off. Be with me finally,” I whispered, not caring if this was all so fast and sudden. I didn’t care about any of that because it seemed as if I’d waited a lifetime for Braxton.

  Before I knew what was happening or could really contemplate it all, he had my clothes off, tearing at the flimsy material as if it were delicate tissue paper. Then he shifted back, looking at me, appeasing me.

  I wanted him to do the same, to be nude for me the way I was for him. But instead he just stared at me, looking his fill, taking what he wanted with his visual appraisal.

  And I was more than happy for him to do just that.

  “You want me just as bared as you are for me, baby girl?”

  I nodded, my voice not working, my throat too thick, too raw. I lowered my gaze to his slacks, the massive bulge in the front telling me exactly how ready he was for me.

  He was huge, and it was all for me.

  He got off the bed and tore at his clothes in the same manner he had mine. And when he was just as naked as I was for him, I felt my pulse jackknife in my throat, in my pussy, and felt my body heat rise.

  “Tell me what you what, what you want me to give to you.”

  “I want everything.” I was breathing so hard. “I want you to kiss me, touch me … make me come.” I was so nervous, embarrassed a little even for saying those words. I’d thought them plenty of times, wondered what it would feel like for Braxton to do those sexual things to me. But saying them out loud had my face heating. I’d
never been so bold.

  He moved back onto the bed and cupped my cheek, looking into my eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  God, his voice could make me come on its own.

  My throat felt so tight, like there was a lump in the center of it. “I want you to touch me, Braxton. I want you to be with me in all the ways that count.”

  “I want you to touch yourself for me. I want to watch as you spread those pretty pussy lips for me, to show me how pink you are on the inside.” He was breathing harder, faster. “Do it for me, baby girl. Show Daddy what he wants.”

  The way he called himself Daddy should have freaked me out a bit. But the fact was I got wetter, hotter.

  When my hand was on my pussy, I slowly spread my fingers through my folds.

  “More, baby girl. Show me more.”

  The pleasure was instant, but I knew it wasn’t so much that I touched myself, but more so because Braxton had told me to, and that he watched me do it.

  “Tell me what you want me to do.”

  I swallowed, my heart in my throat, my hands shaking slightly. “I want you to watch as I touch myself,” I whispered, my heart thundering.

  “Then show me, my sweet girl. Show me what’s mine.”

  I did as he wanted. I touched myself, rubbed my thumb along my clit, pulled my pussy lips apart, and let him see every intimate part of me. He watched what I was doing for long seconds, and I felt myself build higher to that intense pleasure I knew I could get with him … only him.

  This little gasp of pleasure left me on its own when I skimmed my finger along my engorged clit. And as if that sound set off Braxton, he was on me in the next second. Lifting my hand to his mouth, the one that had just been touching my pussy, he licked and sucked at the digits, taking my very essence into his body.

  “You taste incredible, so damn good.”

  He pulled back and took hold of my ankle, stretching my leg to the side, exposing my pussy, letting the cool air kiss it. I didn’t know what he planned on, but when he moved down to my foot, that was the last thing I thought he’d want to do.

  Braxton ran his tongue along the arch of my foot, over my ankle bone, and went up my calf. I wasn’t the type of girl who enjoyed that kind of attention, or at least I hadn’t thought I would be. But it seemed where it concerned Braxton, I liked all the attention he gave me.

  “So good, Moira. So fucking good.”

  He reached my thigh, ran his hand along the inner skin of it, and made me shiver. He kept going, licking, kissing, and gently sucking at my flesh.

  I was so ready to feel him stretching me, claiming my virgin cherry, making me his.

  He kept moving up my body, teasing his tongue around my belly button before gently dipping it into the small indentation and moving upward. The sensations were unlike anything I’d ever felt. But then again, I’d never been with a man, let alone the one man I’d been in love with since I was a teenager.

  When he got to my breasts, he cupped both mounds in his large hands, his skin slightly calloused despite the business work he did. He pushed them together and started licking and sucking at the stiff peaks, making them harder, more engorged.

  “Tell me how good you feel. Tell me how much you want this.”

  “I want this. I want you,” I whispered, not lying, but definitely feeling like I’d die if he wasn’t with me already. “Yes, Braxton. God, yes,” I whispered.

  I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think.

  And that’s just how I liked it.

  Chapter 5

  Braxton

  I wanted to go slow, to show Moira that I could be gentle, that she deserved that and more.

  I wanted to show her that I was a real man, and that meant I worshipped the ground she walked on.

  There was no doubt I could make her feel good, because having her come for me, be unhinged, was my ultimate goal. I stared at her breasts, at the tight peaks, the rose coloring of them, and groaned right before I lowered my head and sucked a tip into my mouth.

  I paid special attention to her breasts, making them red and even more swollen with my mouth. She was moaning for me, and fuck, it was the sound of the gods.

  Not having her was so fucking hard. It was the hardest damn thing I’d ever done in my life. I stared into her eyes.

  “There will be obstacles, hurdles because of the age difference, because Charles is your father, but I want you in my life. I need you, Moira.”

  “I want you, too,” she whispered, her mouth slightly parted, her sweet breath moving along my lips.

  I ground my cock into her leg, my dick so fucking stiff it was throbbing. “I love you,” I said softly. I smoothed my fingers down her neck, resting them over her pulse. “I’ve been celibate for six years, baby. And for the last two years, when I realized you were the woman of my dreams, I haven’t wanted anyone but you.”

  She was breathing harder.

  Moira was so damn gorgeous.

  “Make love to me.” Her breath hitched, and I leaned down and took her mouth in a kiss again.

  Her vulnerability and innocence slammed into me fast and hard. I listened to her soft moans, her verbal and nonverbal pleas for more. All I wanted to do was make her feel fucking incredible.

  After several seconds I broke the kiss, needing this to go further. My mouth was still close to hers, but I didn’t kiss her again. I felt her breasts against my chest. The mounds were big and round, and my cock gave a mighty jerk. I pressed my dick against her again, letting her feel the stiffness of it.

  “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.” I growled the words.

  “Kiss me again.”

  I did just that.

  I found myself grinding my erection against her inner thigh, needing some friction, needing to be inside of her now.

  My cock was hard, aching.

  I was just as naked as she was. I grabbed my cock and started stroking myself, just looking at her laid out for me, like she was some kind of sacrificial virgin for me to devour.

  And when she looked at my cock, watched me jerk myself off, I nearly came right then and there.

  It turned me on knowing she watched. “I could take you right now and it wouldn’t be enough.” I gave my cock one more stroke before letting go of the thick, hard inches. I was right back on her a second later.

  She moaned and arched up into me.

  She grabbed my biceps and dug her nails in.

  I looked down at where she had her nails in my skin. Fuck, that turned me on. My dick punched forward even harder, throbbing, my balls drawing up tight. I moved my mouth to the base of her neck, licking and sucking at the spot.

  I wanted her screaming my name as I filled her, as I pumped her full of my cum.

  She slammed her mouth on mine, speared her tongue between my parted lips, and kissed me like she was frantic for more. I’d give her more than she could handle.

  I was desperate for her.

  “Touch yourself for me, because of me, Braxton,” she whispered. Fucking hell.

  I reached between us and palmed my cock. The tip was slick with pre-cum. I felt primal right now, so fucking possessive I wanted to mark her.

  “All of you belongs to me.” I kissed her passionately. “And I belong to you.” I slid my palm down her belly, finally touching her soaking wet pussy.

  She arched her back, her breasts pushed up, her mouth slightly parted from her pleasure.

  “Fucking hell, baby girl. You’re mine.”

  Chapter 6

  Moira

  I didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to look back. This was right, so right I knew there would be no regrets.

  Never.

  He pressed his body fully against mine, all hard muscle and sinew lined up with my softness. He was so masculine to my femininity.

  He’s so big. Huge.

  My pussy clamped, the thought of him pushing that monstrous dick into me making me excited and nervous.

  I stared at his chest, at the hard muscles
that were defined, the way his dark chest hair covered his pectoral muscles slightly, and started below his navel to make a trail down to the erection pointed right at me.

  I didn’t care that he was older than me, that he was my father’s good friend. I only cared about my feelings for Braxton.

  I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight.

  “Do you need me?”

  I nodded.

  “Then say it.”

  “I need you,” I whispered.

  He pressed his upper body against mine, his chest hair tickling my breasts. He started licking and sucking at my neck, making me even wetter, needier. The feeling of his tongue and lips on me had me drifting into this pleasurable euphoria.

  His cock was like a steel rod between us, pressing against my belly.

  “I want to be so fucking dirty with you, do filthy things to you.”

  His chest was on mine, his cock between my legs. He gripped my chin tightly, holding me in place as he mouth fucked me. There was no other way to describe it.

  He was really dry fucking me now, sliding his cock between my folds, teasing my clit with every upstroke.

  “Moira, you’re so fucking ready for me.” He slid both of his hands behind me to grip my ass, clenching the mounds in his big hands and making me cry out for him.

  I wanted to feel him pushing into me, stretching my pussy, claiming every inch of my body.

  “Are you ready?” he asked in that deep voice of his.

  “I’ve always been ready for you.”

  He kept one hand on my ass and moved the other between our bodies. I watched as he grabbed his cock and stroked the monster from root to crest. Pre-cum dotted the end, a testament to how turned on he was.

  “You ready for me?”

  “Always,” I said.

  He placed the tip at my entrance.

  I thought he’d shove right into me, but instead he rubbed the length up and down my center, moving my arousal around my slit.

  “You’re so wet for me.”

  He kissed me then, and I grabbed on to his biceps, digging my nails into his firm, muscular arms.