Chapter 37

Chapter 37
Quanah
I couldn’t resist her. I should’ve just ignored her closeness and left that room, leaving her alone, but I couldn’t help myself and followed her.
Still wearing that towel, which wouldn’t hide my arousal for much longer.
I grabbed her waist, and she trembled as I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her closer, her body trapped between mine and the window. She had nowhere to run.
Lifting my free hand I touched her soft face, tracing those delicate freckles with my finger.
“I know the big bad wolf eats better,” she whispered, staring at me through her lashes.
Don’t know how she did it, but she was the perfect mix of angel and demon.
“You’re not afraid of the big bad wolf, Bri?” She just shook her head, and I could already feel my cock pulsing through the towel, aching to be inside her. “And what do you want?”
Her tongue slipped out and glided over her lip in a slow, erotic caress. Damn, this girl was going to kill me.
“I want you to eat me.” Her voice was barely a whisper, almost inaudible, but it was music to my ears.
Moving my hand up her waist, over her abdomen, I reached her breast only to discover that she wasn't wearing a bra, and I moaned in satisfaction when I felt her nipple harden under my touch.
“And how do you want it, little witch? Hard and rough or soft and gentle?”
I only realized now that we’d never had slow sex. It wasn’t something I liked or did, but with her, everything was different.
And I wasn’t about to let another man touch her and give her more than I was offering.
“Humm... I think… soft and gentle.” She seemed unsure of her choice, but I’d show her how good it could be either way.
I squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple until it stood firm against her shirt.
“It’ll be a first for both of us.” I murmured near her ear and slid my face down, breathing in her sweet scent and her arousal hitting me.
She licked her lip again, her big eyes locked on mine, brighter than ever, feverish.
Her sigh broke the silence of the night as I captured an erect nipple in my mouth.
I needed her. I needed to have her. Bri moaned and raised her hands to grip my shoulders, holding on tight. Her fingers dug into my skin as I sucked her breast, and I didn’t waste another second, tearing her shirt off quickly, not wanting anything else between us.
Her head fell back as I took her entire areola into my mouth, sucking hard, claiming her as I would every part of her.
The need to possess her in every possible way screamed inside me, to own her until she couldn’t think or want anyone but me, until I was her only thought.
“Quanah… please!” She moaned my name, trembling in my arms as I squeezed her other breast, twisting the nipple between my fingers.
I kept sucking, circling her nipples with my tongue, kneading the other until my desire became unbearable. I slid my other hand up her thigh until I reached her hot core, pulling the fabric aside with urgency, tearing her shorts in two and tossing them away.
Then I slid two fingers through her intimacy, parting her wet folds before slipping my middle finger into her hot, slick pussy.
She was so wet… wet for me. Her body wanted and needed mine just as much.
Bri moaned, leaning toward me and spreading her legs wider, giving me more access to her hot core as I pushed a second finger in, stretching her for me.
Her sounds grew louder, and she started moving her hips, chasing my fingers, her clit rubbing against my thumb with every stroke, and I knew she was close.
“Quanah…” My name came out as a breathless moan on her lips. “I want you… I need more, deeper, I…”
“Yes, little witch. I’ll give you exactly what you need.” I murmured, stimulating her clit harder and thrusting inside her faster.
Bri stuck out her pink tongue, wetting her lips. I followed the movement with my eyes, remembering her mouth around my cock, her tongue licking me completely.
I literally growled with violent desire. Damn! I had to give everything not to grab her hair and do what my wild instincts wanted.
Her breathing quickened, her breasts rising and falling, bouncing as she writhed, seeking more. I felt her inner walls clench tightly around my finger as her orgasm neared, and before she could come, I stopped, pulling my finger out.
“No!” She whimpered. “Why’d you stop? I need this so bad, make me come…”
“I will, little witch. I will, but only when my cock is buried inside you!”
With her lower lip caught between her teeth, her bright red waves framing her face, she was the most perfect, sexy thing I’d ever touched.
I knew I’d ruined her innocence in many ways, but that didn’t make me want to back off and let her seek what she deserved. It only made me want to beat my chest and claim her as my woman.
My heart raced, and breathing became harder when I realized that thought.
But her hands touched the edge of the towel, snapping me out of my trance as her fingers grazed my abdomen. Bridget pulled the towel down, and my cock sprang free, fully erect, so hard the veins stood out along the shaft.
She stared at my erection for a moment, as if assessing it, and licked her lips again… that tongue I wanted so badly on me.
But now I was hungry for something else.
I placed both hands on her hips and lifted her, her legs wrapping around my waist without hesitation. Her feverish eyes reflected the same lust I felt, making fire burn through my veins, just as I could feel liquid fire coursing through her body.
I sat on the bed, her body on top of mine, her thighs spread around me. My cock pressed against her entrance, her wet heat and arousal enveloping it.
“Tonight, you set the pace,” I murmured, knowing it could be my undoing, but with her there, it was all I wanted.
Her delicate hand slid down between our bodies, and she gripped my cock at the base, making me groan. Then she positioned it between her legs and began to lower herself, forcing her pussy to take me in.
She cried out when she sank too fast, her inner muscles contracting, resisting the invasion. She was tight, so damn tight, and I loved every bit of it.
“Look at me.” I asked, holding her face with one hand while keeping the other on her waist. “I want you to ride me looking into my eyes. I want to see every detail on your face.”
“You’re trying to drive me crazy.”
“I want to make you come in every way, but right now, I need you to relax that pussy for me and ride me good.” My voice came out hoarse, with dark need burning inside me. “You want that, don’t you?”
She nodded, her eyes hazy with desire locked on mine.
A feral hunger roared in my veins, and I lifted my head, capturing her mouth in a long kiss, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth, just as I wanted to do with her pussy.
Gradually, I felt her wet flesh enveloping me, stretching to take me in.
I tightened my arms around her, helping her move. Bri started rocking in a slow rhythm, rising and falling gently, savoring the feel of my cock stretching her pussy each time she sank down.
Her walls gripped my cock almost painfully. Why did she have to be so tight and still pulse like that around me?
I took a deep breath, holding back from rolling my eyes in pleasure, but she didn’t stop, kept sinking and riding, unhurried. Each time my cock entered her, her moans grew more delicious, like a song sung by the goddess of lust.
Her hands dug into my shoulders, and she rose and fell harder, picking up her pace, slamming her hips against mine. Bri was practically bouncing in my lap, and all I could do was groan and memorize every detail of her face twisted with pleasure.
“Quanah… I need more, I need you!”
“I’m right here, little witch. Just tell me what you want.”
I knew exactly what she wanted, but I’d wait for her to say it outright.
“Fuck me! I need you hard and rough!”
Giving in to my wild desire, I slid my hand down her slick back until I found her other opening.
She whimpered with discomfort but didn’t ask me to stop. I pressed my finger there, rubbing her folds until I penetrated her, inch by inch, until my finger was fully inside.
I could feel my cock pulsing through the thin inner wall separating her ass from her pussy’s channel.
She stayed frozen in my lap, waiting for what I’d do next. I thrust my cock into her pussy, slowly going deep, and watched her mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes clouding as she stared at me.
I kept repeating the motion, penetrating her slowly several times, burying my cock until my balls touched her pelvis, while my finger stayed buried in her ass.
Her moans turned to screams, her body trembling on top of mine, and when she pulsed around my cock and finger, I knew she was coming.
“That’s it, come like that so I can fuck you the way you wanted—hard and rough!” I whispered against her mouth.
And that’s how she exploded into an orgasm, convulsing in my arms, squeezing and pulling me deeper inside her, keeping me trapped.
Her pussy’s contractions were more than I could handle, and with a hoarse groan, I exploded, gripping her against me as my cock pulsed in release, flooding her with my cum.
“You’re mine. All mine, Bridget!” I declared, my breath faltering. “I want you to understand that. You’re completely mine!”
“Yes,” she whispered, but her words lacked conviction.
I pulled her against my chest and lay back on the bed, letting her head rest on my chest.