She nodded again.

  “And you feel good being up against me?”

  She closed her eyes, licked her lips, and whispered, “Yes.”

  “Then doesn’t that mean it’s real, that it’s right?”

  She opened her eyes again, reached up, and touched his chest, right over his heart. “Yes.”

  Don’t think about anything else but right now.

  He pushed any thoughts out of his head that didn’t focus on this moment, of the woman he loved in front of him. He didn’t stop himself from kissing her again. “How can this be so wrong when it feels so damn good, baby?” he groaned the words against her mouth. “The only thing that matters is us and what we want. No one and nothing else matters.”

  “I know, but it’s still scary, David.”

  “I know, baby.” He smiled, an act he’d only ever done for her. She was the only person that could make him feel other things aside from the rage, jealousy, and violent energy that consumed him.

  He slipped his hand behind her head and gripped the base of her skull. “This can be so damn easy, Gillian.” His mouth was close to hers, but he didn’t lean in that last inch and kiss her.

  She stared at him for a second, and he wondered if she’d stop this, common sense that he’d once been her stepfather, making her realize this wasn’t “right”. But as the seconds ticked by, he realized this couldn’t be stopped, not by either of them.

  And then she slammed her mouth on his, sucked at his tongue, and pressed her chest to his. Her breasts were big, round, and his cock gave a mighty jerk. She moaned against this mouth, and he knew she’d felt it, felt his hard length, maybe even getting wetter because of it.

  “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, Gillian.” He pulled back and looked at her again. “Do you trust me to take care of you?”

  Her mouth was parted, her pupils dilated, and when she licked her lips and then nodded, he let the beast fully free. He kissed her again and again, hard, consuming kisses that had her gasping and panting out against him.

  “I’m so tired of being alone, David,” she murmured against his mouth, and kissed him harder, with more desperation.

  He knew exactly how she felt.

  Their tongues slid along each other, frantically, heated, and full of need. He was hard, so fucking hard for her that he had to grind his erection into her belly to ease the ache. He felt this carnal need for her, one that wasn’t just about wanting to feel himself buried balls deep inside of her, but one that told him she was his irrevocably.

  She was pliant in his arms, pressing her breasts against his chest, her nipples hard, her arousal coating the air. He could practically smell it coming from her, a floral, sweet scent that drove him fucking insane. He felt drunk for her, higher than a fucking kite. No woman had ever made him feel this way, and although he’d known she was the only one for him already, this moment cemented that fact.

  David moved his hand lower until he got to the hem of her shirt, and he instantly felt her shaking. But as if she knew he would stop to see if she was okay, she placed her hand over his, and urged it up, bringing the material over her belly. She didn’t stop him, and in fact arched her back for more. At the first contact of his bare flesh against hers, of his fingers along her smooth skin, she gasped.

  “That’s it,” he said against her mouth. “I could take every part of you right now until there was nothing left and I’d still need more, Gillian.”

  “Then give me more, David.”

  He curled his fingers against her side, knowing he’d leave marks on her delicate flesh if he weren’t gentle.

  Moving his hand up higher, he felt the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra. His dick punched forward even harder, and he felt the front of his boxers become wet from pre-cum. Covering one of her breasts with his hand, he ran his tongue along her bottom lip at the same time. When took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled at the already turgid flesh, hard, probably a little painfully, she arched into him even more. Over and over he pulled at her nipple, kissing her like he was drowning and she was the only source of oxygen.

  The pants she wore had to go, too. David needed her naked, needed her hot, soft body pushed against his. He moved his hands to the waistband of her pants, but stopped and started kissing her more possessively once again, moving his mouth down to the base of her neck. He felt her pulse beating rapidly, and he licked and sucked at the spot, drawing the blood up to the surface and marking her.

  Yeah, he was a primitive fucker, marking her like she was his property.

  No, not your property, but yours to claim.

  “David,” she whispered his name, but it was also coupled with a moan.

  He wanted his handprints on her body, wanted his teeth marks on her skin. David wanted her screaming out his name as he filled her with his cock, plunged his shaft in and out of her until she came undone.

  “I want to go further, baby,” he said against her throat. “I want to be inside of you, Gillian.”

  “Don’t stop.” She slanted her mouth on his and speared her tongue between his parted lips. She acted desperate for him, and fuck, did that turn him on. He grabbed the hem of her shirt, and in a swift move pulled the material up and off of her body. He’d been teasing the edge of her pants, but he had those off in a matter of seconds. There she stood in only a pair of panties. He reached between them and palmed his cock through his boxers, the material damp with pre-cum where his dick head pressed against it.

  “So fucking beautiful.” He cupped her breasts with his hands, squeezed the mounds until she was closing her eyes and breathing like she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs.

  “I need more. I need it all from you.” He was already near his breaking point. Moving his hands lower, he cupped her ass through the cotton material, and then slid the material inward so it became tucked between her luscious ass cheeks. For a suspended moment all he did was hold the big globes while he mouth-fucked her.

  “Christ, baby,” he panted the words out, never before being this turned on. “I’m so fucking hard for you.” He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “I need you, Gillian.” He felt her nod. “I need to be inside of you now.”

  She shivered in his hold. “Then be with me, David.”

  Any amount of sanity he’d had was gone, right out the fucking window and never coming back.

  Chapter Eleven

  Am I really doing this?

  David kissed Gillian hard, and held onto her ass like he wanted to leave bruises on her flesh.

  Do I want to open this door?

  The underwear was between the cheeks of her bottom, and David kept moving his fingers closer to her pussy.

  That door is already open, and there is no chance of closing it.

  It was like an animal had been unleashed inside of David, like he couldn’t control himself and wanted her to know that fact. He pressed her fully against the wall, his entire body big, hard, so ready for what he promised. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight, and when he moved his hand between them she felt like she’d explode from the sensations coursing through her.

  “I want you so fucking bad,” he said against her neck, licking, sucking, and leaving his mark on her. Before she knew what was happening they were both naked and she felt beads of perspiration covering the valley between her breasts and the length of her spine. She wasn’t a virgin, wasn’t even a prude, but what she was experiencing with David right now was unlike anything she’d ever done or felt with a man.

  A part of her warned her this may be a horrible idea, that their relationship was too engrained to go in this direction, but another part, the stronger side, the one that didn’t care what happened because she was finally being with the man she loved, wouldn’t let her focus on the repercussions for too long.

  Being with the man I love can’ t be wrong, right?

  He kissed her again, harder and faster than before, his cock like a steel rod between them, pressing against her belly. There was no stopping this, but God, she didn’t want to.

  She’d been hiding her feelings for so long that having them actually free felt a little weird, but also exciting and exhilarating at the same time. Right now all she could think about was their hot, sweaty bodies pressed together.

  “That’s it, Gillian baby. Christ, the fact you’re so damn primed for me, so receptive to my touches, makes this so fucking incredible.” David had his hands on her bare ass, his finger clenching on the mounds repeatedly. She wanted the panties off, but she also wanted him to take control, to do with her as he pleased.

  He removed his mouth from her neck and started kissing her again, but at the same time lifted her off the ground and held her easily in his arms with his strength. When she moaned he grunted in pleasure, and held onto her ass even harder, almost painfully. But that discomfort felt so damn good. He was so strong, holding her up against the wall easily, his strength pouring from him and making her feel so feminine.

  “I want you so fucking badly, baby.” He started thrusting against her pussy.

  “Then have me, David. Have every part of me.”

  He grunted and thrust his hard cock against her pussy, the length big, huge in fact. “Please.” Gillian didn’t care that she begged him, that she sounded desperate. Right now she just wanted to feel him pushing into her, stretching her pussy, claiming every inch of her. She’d worry about the other shit later.

  The feel of his steely shaft had her inner muscles clenching. She grew so wet she knew he’d have no trouble pushing that thickness into her body. Gillian wanted to feel so full she couldn’t stand it, couldn’t even breathe.

  “God, David, I am so ready for you.”

  “Yeah, you are, baby. I’m not going to prolong this anymore. I need you too fucking much.”

  He kept one hand on her ass, and moved the other between their bodies. It was a testament to his power when he held her up easily with only one hand, and damn did that make her wetter. With his hand on her ass he snaked it closer to her pussy and tugged at her panties, pulling them aside so her pussy was exposed. With his other hand he took hold of his cock and placed it at her entrance.

  While still kissing her, he rubbed his cock along her cleft, up and down, and bumping her clit with every upstroke. “Fuck, you are so wet for me, so ready for my dick.” He looked right in her eyes, and she nodded. “Tell me you’re ready, that you want this.”

  She felt his dick throb between her thighs, and felt her slickness slip from her pussy and slide down her inner thigh. They held each other’s stares for several long seconds, and then they crashed their mouths together at the same time. She grabbed onto the back of his head, pulled at the strands of his hair, needing him as close as he could get.

  Groans spilled from both of them.

  For years Gillian had imagined—fantasized—about being with David. Images of them together, skin wet with sweat, David above her, his muscles taut, his power immense, filled her head. She was at the point that she wanted him shoved so deep inside of her nothing else mattered.

  “Fuck me, David.”

  He stilled for only a moment, and then pulled his head back just an inch to look her in the eyes.

  “There’s no going back from this once it’s started.”

  She nodded. Gillian didn’t want to go back, even if going forward was just as scary. She shifted in his arms so the tip of his cock was pressed and inch into her pussy. Already she felt the stretch start to take root, and he wasn’t even fully inside of her. For a moment time seemed to stand still. There wasn’t any confusion, no worry of what was going to happen because of her actions. Right now there was only she and David.

  He still held her body up with one hand holding onto her ass and placed his other hand on the wall beside her head, his bicep flexing with his strength. The tip of his cock was now lodged in her body, and they both breathed out roughly, neither moving this along just yet.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you only want me, baby, until you realize you’re only mine.”

  “I only want you, David.”He thrust his hips forward, pushing another inch into her. David groaned and closed his eyes. “You’re so fucking tight, hot, and wet.”

  He pushed yet another inch into her, and the burning sensation took root, the stretching feeling claiming her fully.

  She clenched her pussy around his shaft involuntarily.

  He grunted in pleasure. “How’s it feel, baby?”

  She squeezed her eyes shut when he thrust even more of his thick shaft into her. “It feels so good,” she moaned the words.

  He rested his forehead against hers, and they panted against each other’s mouths. “It feels so fucking good, baby.” He was out of breath, just like she was. “But we’ve just gotten started, Gillian.” In one swift move he was buried fully inside of her.

  She let her head fall back against the wall, the sound of her skull hitting it loud, but not dimming the erotic noises coming from them.

  “Yeah, baby, give in just like that.” David pulled out just an inch and thrust back into her. He started moving in and out of her, faster and harder, but all the while looking right into her eyes.

  “Watch me. Look right at me as I fuck you up against the wall.”

  “David.” She parted her mouth and gasped when he hit something deliciously good inside of her.

  “Christ, baby.” He went slow and easy, in and out, gentle and thorough, but as the seconds moved by his motions became faster, harder. “Fucking hell, Gillian.”

  He was so far inside of her there wasn’t a part of her David wasn’t touching. She couldn’t even think straight, let alone form words. The sounds of their flesh slapping together, of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, had her pleasure mounting. The sounds that came from her were low, erotic, and would have humiliated her if she wasn’t so turned on, so aroused by this man.

  I love you so much.

  She kept those words to herself. Gillian was finally being with David, and it was the most incredible thing she’d ever experienced.

  The root of his cock rubbed against her clit every time he slammed into her.

  “You feel so good.” He closed his eyes and groaned. He pushed fully into her, stilled, and moved his hips to the side slightly, having a different kind of sensation filling her. “Squeeze that pussy around me, baby.” He ground the words out. Sweat beaded his brow, and he made this low, animalistic sound when he pulled out and then slammed into her especially hard. With each passing second he took her faster and harder. The burn of her back rubbing against the wall heightened her pleasure, and she felt her climax mounting.

  “I want to see you come for me.” He let a moment of silence pass before he spoke again. “I want to feel you squeezing my cock, milking the cum from me.” He reached between them and pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing the bud back and forth while he still tunneled in and out of her. David kissed her once more, but then ran his tongue along her bottom lip, over her cheek, and licked at the shell of her ear. His breathing was short, but hard pants, and she could tell he was close to getting off, too.

  “You’re mine, Gillian,” he said so low against her ear she didn’t know if she’d heard him correctly. He slammed into her again, applied more pressure to her clit until she was about to explode for him, but right when she was there he slowed his motions. Gillian wanted to cry out from desperation, but before she could do or say anything he grunted against her ear, clearly barely holding on, as well.

  “Tell me you’re mine.”

  That’s all I’ve ever wanted.

  He was thrusting in and out of her like a madman now, in and out, faster and harder, and she got so lost in the sensation, that she felt herself falling over the edge once more. “I’m yours,” she moaned out the words he wanted to hear, that she’d always wanted to say. She came long and hard, and heard him groan against her neck.

  “Say it again, Gillian baby.” He growled out the words like an animal, and Gillian knew this one night would forever shape their future, whether that would be good in the long run, or totally fucking disastrous.

  “I’m yours, David. I’m only yours.” She gasped when he slammed into her so hard she moved up an inch. Her back scraped up the wall, but that pain heightened her pleasure to a fever pitch. The world was falling away, but she didn’t care about that. She only cared about right here and now. Lights flashed in front of her vision as she came, and she forced her eyes to stay open through her pleasure. Seeing David get off was unlike anything she’d ever witnessed. It was so arousing, and she didn’t want to miss the pleasure she’d brought out in him.

  She felt his cock swell inside of her, felt him get impossibly harder, and she parted her mouth at the sensations. The feeling of him coming, of his seed filling her, was hot, erotic, and had her pleasure climbing even higher. He slowed his thrusting, and when several moments passed he pulled back and looked in her eyes once more.

  “You’re okay?”

  She nodded and smiled. She was more than okay.

  Gillian loved this man more than anything else, and although she was happy that she was finally with him, it also scared the hell out of her.

  God, I hope this doesn’t tear us apart.

  Chapter Twelve

  David had brought Gillian back to his room. For the last hour he’d just been lying here listening to the sound of her breathing, watching her back slowly rise and fall, and finally running his fingers over the curve of her spine. But now he was on the edge of the bed, his forearms on his thighs, his thoughts heavy. He needed to tell her about who he really was, and what he’d been doing all these years. But the thought of ruining this, of telling her his darkest secret, his twisted desires, scared the shit out of him.

  The sound of Gillian rustling behind him had David looking over his shoulder at her. She stretched, the sheet moving slightly down to her lower back. The curve of her ass and the crease between the cheeks was visible, and he felt his cock harden once more. He could have gone all night with her, but he knew he’d been on the rougher side, and pushing her wasn’t what he wanted. David wanted her to be with him on her own, because she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.