Youโve claimed me, little firecracker. You kicked a pair of two hundred pound menโs asses. I will never get over that. You kicked my whores out. Pete told me. You staked your claim on me, even before you realized Iโd staked mine already.โ He fists my hair and pulls me close to his lips. โIโm yours now โฆ Even if I screw this up, Iโll still be your screw-up.
Katy EvansHe's complicated and complex, a labyrinth I want to lose myself in. He's my fighter, and I really want to fight to be with him.
Katy EvansWhy won't you take me, Remington?" He groans and pulls me closer. "Because I want you too much".
Katy EvansHis eyes glow in the shadows as he slides the soft liquid semen dripping down my thigh in a path leading back into my swollen entry, as if he doesn't want to come out of my body. "Sticky?" he asks in a gruff murmur, bending his head and licking my shoulder as he pushes his semen back inside with one finger.
Katy EvansHave you ever been anyone's?" I ask, a feathery whisper in the quiet bedroom. He lifts his head to mine, and I want him so bad I feel consumed inside, like he's already possessed my soul, and now my soul aches for him to possess my body. A powerful emotion tightens his features as he reaches out to cradle my cheek in his big hand, and there's an unexpected fierceness in his eyes, in his touch, as he cups me. "No. And you?" The calluses in his palm rasp on my skin, and I find myself tucking my cheek deeper into them. "I've never wanted to." "Neither have I." The moment is intimate.
Katy Evans