Bound to Her - Deborah Pin (books for 9th graders .TXT) 📗

the washrag over his body while she

watched and when they were finally done there was gritted dirt circling

the drain but she was clean and he was so overly desperate for her that

he was damn near going insane with lust.

She followed him to the bedroom once they were both dried and he

sat on the edge of her king-sized bed. For a spare room it was a bit ridiculous. It was large with exceptionally high ceilings, a large balcony

and an amazing view of Lake Washington. She watched him intently,

trying to decide what to do. He could see the nervousness in her expression and he thought it was the least she deserved for putting herself in danger and worrying the hell out of him.

“What do you want me to do?” He almost melted at the insecurity in

her voice. Katrina was quirky but she was also a bit bold when she wanted to be. She usually called it like she saw it and asked the questions

she wanted to ask but right now she just looked terrified. Her

nervousness was the only punishment he had for her behavior and he was going to enjoy it immensely.

“I want to see you on your hands and knees—if you’re comfortable

enough for the position.”

“What? Why?”

He smiled gently at her and she blushed. That alone made his cock pulse. “I want to see all of you. I want to touch all of you. I want to spread your lips open, kiss your pussy, taste you. I want every inch of your body visible.” She shuddered at the sound of his voice or perhaps it

was the words he was saying. When she said okay, his cock didn’t just pulse—it jumped.

“Where?” It was her quiet, unsure voice. He was learning to love that

one.

“On the bed. Facing away from me.” She sat on the bed beside him and he pulled her mouth to his. Her lips trembled as he kissed her. She

left him feeling like he was going crazy in the best possible way and when she moved into position, showing her backside to him first before

bending over and exposing it all to him, he groaned.

There wasn’t anything he wanted to see that he couldn’t. “Can you put your chest to the bed without hurting yourself?” She started

dropping her chest down. “Now keep your bottom up. Very nice.” It was

more than nice. Her lowered chest pushed the angle of her ass up just that much higher and opened the cheeks of her bottom to his view even

more.

He brushed the back of his knuckles down the plump little lips at the

junction of her thighs and she whimpered. The muscles running up the

back of her thighs tightened up to her bottom and he couldn’t help but

moan. He used his first and second fingers of one hand to spread her lips

open. She was glistening and pink and he inhaled a ragged breath as visions of his cock pushing deep into her started attacking his arousal.

He was ready before he even got her onto the bed. Now he was just

torturing himself with her—but what an amazing torture. She was

stunning. He let his eyes slowly travel up the cleft of her pussy to the smooth skin that led to her anus. He wouldn’t mind touching her there

too but given the tremble of her legs, her own patience was wearing thin.

He leaned to her and when his tongue stroked the pink, sweet skin of

her sex, she cried out. He let his tongue find her entry and then he pushed it into her. He could feel the quiver of her walls clenching, trembling and begging for more and he was going to give it to her. Every

inch she could take. He’d fuck her as hard or gentle as she wanted, so long as she would take all of him to her core. He wanted to be buried inside her with not an ounce of space between them.

“Dillon.” She was whimpering his name as his tongue pushed and

pulled from her. “Please. Please.” She kept repeating it as he moved down to her clit and as he stroked, sucked and pulled her into the throes

of orgasm, she kept begging. Her thighs were shaking and when the orgasm passed, she collapsed to the bed. He crawled up her body, letting

his erection trail over the skin of her bottom as she lay twitching beneath

him.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered it against her ear and her breath left

her. “Can you lie on your back or are you too sore?” She rolled, raising

her hands above her head but one stopped, clutching his cheek and pulling his mouth to hers.

She tasted exquisite, but then he was still savoring her delicious pussy. His dick was on her stomach, pulsing against her skin and when

he reached between their bodies, the hand she’d placed on his cheek followed his down between their bodies too. He used his cock head to tease the tight, swollen nub of her clit and she used her fingers to part her lips, beckoning him. He could feel her fingertips brushing against his own and he groaned at nothing more than that.

She left her fingers in place when he lined himself up with her entry

and he pushed slow, feeling the shaft of his dick run between her fingers

before pushing past her lips and into the heat of her body.

She was slick with her need but she was also exceptionally tight

around him. He withdrew slightly, pushing in again, deeper this time.

She cried out at the invasion and he watched her eyes. He could see pain

but her need was undeniable. Her fingers remained, framing her pussy as he plunged, retreated and then sank even deeper. He was slowly pushing his way to her depths and when he finally thrust that final inch,

letting his balls rest against her bottom, she yelped and her eyes shot open wide.

He waited. He watched her face, patiently waiting for her muscles to

relax. She slipped her hand from between their bodies and he nudged ever so marginally deeper as she groaned and cried out.

“Oh God, Dillon.” She was gasping and he ground his hips between

her legs as she clutched his shoulders. He could feel the wetness on her

fingers streaking across the back of one shoulder as she gripped him through the intensity of his depth.

He was so ready to fuck but he wanted her to be ready too and so he

was patient. He enjoyed the sight of her expression as she slowly accommodated his breadth and length. He knew he was large and he

knew he was pushing her limits but he so desperately wanted her to take

all of him.

When she kissed him and her insides relaxed around him, he eased

back and then pushed to her core again. Her moan said she was ready and he pulled nearly from her entirely before sliding deep in again. He

set a pace, pulling and pushing. He didn’t hold back and he hit her limit

each and every time he plunged. As his speed quickened she clutched at his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin.

He held her eyes, becoming mesmerized in the crystal-blue depths as

he started pounding into her body. He was jolting her body forward and

her lips were parted as she watched him.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He didn’t even realize he’d said the words until he heard them. He was just so lost in her that his mouth had taken

over without his permission. She whimpered at his words and he

crushed her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue between her lips. She

was panting, clawing at his shoulders in desperation and when she came,

he could feel her pussy gripping and clenching hard around his length.

He paused deep inside her—it was nearly impossible to stop the thrust of

his hips but he forced it as her orgasm pulsed around him.

He froze, letting himself savor the feel of her muscles constricting on

his length and when they finally relaxed, he pulled and then he pounded

hard. He fell apart quickly after that and with only a few deep thrusts, he

was spilling himself inside her as he cried out her name and buried his

face in her neck.

She hummed against his neck as their bodies started to slowly relax and when he pulled from her body as the walls of her vagina quivered

around him, he tried to be gentle. She had to be sore and he moved slowly. She hissed as he slipped from her body and he lay beside her, pulling her into his arms.

“God was quite generous with you.” He chuckled at her as he pulled

her closer. Leave it to Katrina to say exactly what was on her mind.

“I’m sorry. Too generous?”

“No. Perfect.”

“I was thinking the same thing about you. Umm—please tell me

you’re on birth control.” He wasn’t nearly so brain-damaged now and the panic had just set in when his brain slowed enough to realize what he’d done.

“Arm implant. I was actually stupid enough to think Jason would be

sticking around long enough to think a three-year birth control

commitment would be worth my time.”

He was suddenly tense at the sound of the man’s name but he forced

himself to smile at her. “I’m glad and I’m sorry. I just wasn’t thinking about that.” He would have no problem finishing out that three-year birth control commitment of hers and then some if she’d let him.

She was pure perfection. Milky-smooth skin, a tightness that left him

thinking he’d gone to heaven—everything about her was incredible. It was almost easy to forget in the quietness of her bedroom that someone

was threatening it all. He couldn’t lose her. He was falling in love with

her.

Chapter Nineteen

 

She had no business being at school. She knew that, but Dillon had to

go to work and she had no interest being alone just yet. She’d parked in

Imogen’s garage, making it fairly easy to get Dillon out of the house without being seen. She’d driven him home that morning and when she

pulled into his driveway on her way to school and put the car in park, he’d pulled her mouth to his and kissed her.

He was exceptionally good at the sexy stuff and she couldn’t seem to

stop the pitter-patter of her heart every time he touched her. She also couldn’t quite get over the barriers he’d allowed to crumble since the night before.

He was risking his job. He had to be but he was also refusing to talk

about it. She’d asked once they were on the road, headed toward his neighborhood and he’d reached for her hand, squeezing it gently and then ignoring her.

She didn’t like the barriers any more than he did but she wasn’t the

one whose job would be jeopardized because of what they were doing together. What did that even mean? Doing together? They’d made love.

The man whom she’d spent time yelling at the first time they’d met, whose penis she’d grabbed in a lust-filled, emotionally exhausted stupor,

who’d made it quite clear they had no business being together—he was

who she’d made love to.

He was incredible but now as he pulled from her mouth as they sat in

his driveway, she was nervous. That was nothing really new under the circumstances but it was the why behind it.

“Um—are you going to tell me we can’t do that again?” The question

had come out totally wrong and totally lame.

He watched her for a moment and her nervousness ratcheted up a

notch. He was going to tell her exactly that. She couldn’t handle that. He

was something important to her. She could handle all of this with him but alone she simply couldn’t do it. He gave her strength and calm and it

was bad enough he was no longer on her case.

“No. I’m not telling you that at all. And I don’t want you to worry about this. This is my problem, not yours.”

“Problem?”

He just stared at her for a moment. He’d been honest. This was a problem that could hurt him professionally and whether he wanted her

concern or not, he had it. “I want to see you tomorrow night. I want you

here in my home with me. I’m not leaving town with Molly and the boys

for spring break and I have the week off.