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  Emma is quiet on the way to my house. I’m too keyed up to make small talk, but when I glance at her out of the corner of my eye, she’s biting on her bottom lip and worrying it.

  “Emma, are you nervous?” I question her.

  “I…”

  “Emma?” I prompt, stopping her from lying to me, because I have the very clear impression that she will. I don’t want her to ever lie to me. I need Emma to always tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of hers.

  “Maybe a little, Dex,” she admits quietly.

  I pull over onto the side of the road and throw the truck into park. I undo my belt and turn to face her. I lean into her and let my thumb drag against the corner of her lip, not liking that she’s marked it to the point it is red.

  “There’s no reason to be nervous, sweetheart. I promise you, I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “It’s just… I really like you, Dex,” she whispers bravely, even though I can tell from her face and the blush that steals over her features that it’s hard for her to admit it.

  “I feel the same about you, Emma. I promise you,” I tell her.

  “I don’t want to mess this up,” she confesses and with those words I relax completely.

  “Trust me, Emma. Nothing you could do would make that happen. You’re special to me. I’m just hoping like hell that I don’t disappoint you,” I tell her truthfully.

  “Trust me, Dex. Nothing you could do would make that happen,” she answers, repeating what I just told her.

  I grin, unable to resist kissing her briefly.

  “What do you say we get to the house?” I ask when we break apart, wishing I could kiss her longer.

  “I’d like that,” she says and I force myself to turn back around to drive.

  It’s only a twenty-minute drive, but it takes too damn long. I want her in my home. When we get there, she makes me laugh.

  “Dex! You live on a farm!” she exclaims excitedly.

  “Yeah, sweetheart. I don’t have animals, but I know one day my wife and children will have nothing but acres upon acres to enjoy. I want my kids to grow up here and feel free. I don’t want my family to worry about the city creeping in on them,” I tell her.

  She turns to face me, and when she looks at me it does something to me I can’t explain. I can tell that what I just said makes her happy for some reason.

  “Mine,” that inner voice whispers again.

  “Come on, Emma, I’ll give you the tour.”

  I congratulate myself on sounding normal and actually functioning like a sane human being. I want to grab her and drag her into the bedroom like some fucking caveman yelling, “Emma’s home. Never let her leave.” My damn dick is agreeing wholeheartedly too.

  As we walk inside I can’t help but get a look at the way the back of her dress hugs the curve of her ass. Each step she makes teases me. Emma has a fucking terrific ass. Just looking at it makes me yearn to smack, squeeze, massage, and grip it as she bounces up and down on my cock in ecstasy.

  Yeah, that has to happen soon. Tonight—if I get my way.

  “Oh, wow, your home is fantastic, Dex,” she says, with a beautiful smile on her face. Damn this woman has me, hook, line and sinker. The kicker is I don’t even give a damn. I’m giving in without a fight.

  “Thanks, sweetheart. Let me show you the kitchen while I get dinner ready.”

  “Where do you want me?” she asks, completely innocently.

  My fucking hand has a fine quiver running through it. She has no idea what her question does to me. All I can fucking think is the fact I want her on my face, my fingers, and my cock. I refrain from telling her that. I don’t want to scare the shit out of her. Besides, as much as I want Emma in bed, I just want to be near her. Every moment I spend with Emma instantly turns into the best one in my life. She’s magic…and mine.

  “You can sit at the bar, sweetheart.”

  “Do you want help with anything?” she asks.

  “No, I got it. You just sit and enjoy yourself. Let me wait on you. I’ve been wanting to all day,” I tell her while taking out the food I had begun preparing earlier. I start with seasoning the steaks and potatoes.

  “Do you want something to drink?” I ask, while taking the steaks out to the back deck. Emma doesn’t answer, but she comes out and just stands there, silently watching me.

  “How old are you?” I ask, needing to get that shit out of the way. She looks so young and innocent.

  “Nineteen,” she responds shyly.

  Christ. I knew she was young, but I had hoped she was at least in her mid-twenties. I know instantly that I’m fucked, but it’s just too late. I can’t let her go now.

  “How old are you?” she asks.

  “Thirty-two,” I answer, working with the steaks. When she doesn’t respond, I look up to see a shocked expression on her face. She looks back to the ground, trying to avoid my gaze. I can’t have that. “Does my age bother you, Emma?”

  “Um… no, I just didn’t realize you were that old.” When she answers me so innocently, I’m grinning from ear to ear.

  “Are you calling me old? Don’t worry, Emma, sweetheart. I guarantee I can keep it up.” I have to wonder if she will understand what I’m saying. Her soft gasp brings my gaze up to her and I see the embarrassment creeping over her face.

  I like it until Emma begins backing away from me, intent on retreating back to the kitchen. Her eyes are full of stress and worry and I need to stop it. She’s worried she has offended me. It just takes a couple of steps to get to her, my long strides carrying me quickly. I grab her hips and bring her deep into me. I let her see the joy on my face that she’s bringing to me. I keep none of it off of my face. I leave it all there for her to read.

  “Emma, you’re legal for me to touch, that’s all I care about. I’m not a bit worried about the differences in our ages.”

  “You’re not?”

  “Fuck no, sweetheart.”

  I could tell her that my damned cock is leaping with joy over the fact that she’s so young and innocent. I’m going to claim Emma. I’m owning her sweet, innocent pussy and I’ll claim that pussy—which I’m almost sure is virgin—and I will make it fit only my cock. No one else will touch her. Just the thought of it has my cock weeping with need now. I can feel the head grow wet with pre-cum.

  Emma stares at me, leaning in closer. I know what she wants, but I need her words.

  “What do you need, sweet Emma?” I ask, goading her—wanting her to tell me, to admit what she wants from me.

  “You,” she whispers, her breathing husky, and I can see her breasts going up and down with each intake of air. I would give anything to have her bare chest against mine in this moment. Her nipples are rock hard. I want to press her into me and rub those taut nipples against my chest hair, teasing her and bringing her pleasure at the same time. I could have her moaning in a matter of seconds.

  “Take what you want, Emma,” I urge her. She reaches up as I lean down. Our mouths are at just the right level.

  I wanted her to feel like she was in charge—to let her take the lead so she could get to know me at her own pace. I didn’t want to scare her. But I know as much as I planned to let her lead so she’d have time to get to know me, I just can’t allow it. Fuck, I won’t allow it.

  I claim her mouth, taking over. I deepen the kiss, bringing my hands to her lower back to pull her into me, grinding my cock against her soft belly. I let her feel what she does to me, making sure she knows exactly how much I need her.

  My other hand travels to her breast and she inhales sharply as my fingers slide close to her nipple. I want so badly to grab, squeeze, lick and pinch it, but I hold back. I choose instead to gently glide my thumb over the nipple, just to see what she’ll do. When she moves in closer with a groan, I take the hint and pull her even deeper into me.

  All of a sudden she goes up on her tiptoes and she’s grinding her sweet little pussy against my cock. She makes this little mewling noise that nearly dri
ves me to the brink. I know if I don’t slow things down now, I’m going to end up taking her against the deck railing.

  Ten

  Emma

  After dinner is done and dishes are put away, he leads me toward the living room. The couches are so deep you could literally get lost in them. I go to sit down, but Dex brings me closer, pretty much plopping me on his lap. I gasp when I feel his erection on my hip. I can’t help but squirm when I feel him pressing against me.

  “Emma, stop that,” he nearly moans. I almost laugh, and he sees my smile. I’m beginning to realize I can’t seem to hide my thoughts from Dex. I lean back into him, letting myself relax as he turns the television on, tuning into some fishing tournament. It wouldn’t be what I’d choose to watch, but I’m just enjoying the way he holds me. I lay my head on his shoulder, letting my mind drift and enjoying the sensation and smells of him. His scent is so rugged and outdoorsy, but at the same time it is sweet. I feel my eyes grow heavy and I drift off to sleep, feeling safe and secure.

  It seems like only minutes later he’s lifting me up. I’m so warm and relaxed that I just snuggle into him, too tired to even care where we’re going. It doesn’t matter as long as I’m with him. Vaguely I begin to realize I’m lying on a bed. I must have been dreaming about Dex. It was a wonderful dream.

  My hands slide over my body, wishing they were his. When I realize I still have my clothes on, I almost smile. I must have fallen asleep when Dex brought me home from our date. I get up to get ready for bed. I start to unzip my dress when I hear him let out a huge breath of air. I freeze instantly. Shit! I’m in his bed.

  “I’m sorry,” I stammer, spinning around. “I was, I mean, I thought I was home. I mean, I thought I was dreaming of…”

  “Baby, it’s okay. I’m not taking you home tonight,” he says. I can tell he’s not asking. No, he’s telling me, and why the hell am I feeling those tingles again? I should be upset. I’m not.

  “I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you and I’m sure you’re tired too since you worked all day. But if it’s okay, I should probably go home,” I tell him, still looking over my shoulder at him. I see the look in his eyes that says it’s not okay. Shit.

  His eyes are almost searing me with the heat in them. “I told you, Emma, I’m not taking you back tonight,” he says, walking around to face me.

  My brain has apparently stopped working and I think my ovaries just exploded from need. Jesus, this man and his dominating ways have me all twisted up inside. I know I should be demanding he take me home. I should. But I don’t.

  “Okay Dex, umm, I’m just going to go clean up.” As I go to pass him, he reaches out and pulls me in, my back to his front, and I feel…safe. He makes me feel safe. He moves my hair to the side, so he’s closer to my neck, and I feel his lips graze just under my ear.

  “Baby, you can sleep in my shirt tonight,” he murmurs against my skin. It’s like he’s telling, not asking me. I realize again that I’m okay with this. In fact, I think I really like it. I turn around and he already has his lips on mine. It’s like foreplay with our tongues. When I finally go to pull back he grabs me again.

  “Oomph,” I exhale as I nearly crash into his chest. He steadies me by grabbing my ass, leaning in for one more kiss.

  “I’m not letting you go, Emma,” he growls against my lips. I feel the sensations his words arouse all the way to the tips of my toes. My entire system is heated with need as I hurry off into the bathroom to change.

  I rush through the process of changing out of my dress and bra, deciding to keep my panties on. When I slip his T-shirt over my head, it goes to my knees. I can smell his scent on it. It’s just a plain grey tee, nothing special, and it covers me more than anything I normally wear to sleep in, but the way I’m immersed in his scent makes me feel special.

  When I come back out to the bed, he’s already in it. I crawl in carefully, not wanting to encroach on his side and disturb him. He scoops me up and has me settle half on top of him and half on the bed. His fingers start moving slowly through my hair and I smile. My eyes are starting to grow heavy again when I hear him whisper.

  “Goodnight, my sweet Emma.”

  “Night,” I answer, settling my head on his chest. His steady breathing and the gentle rhythm of his heart lures me slowly into sleep. I’m almost out and it isn’t until I go to move my leg and he’s grabbing it, pulling it on top of his thigh, that I realize he’s nude. Holy shit! He’s naked! Buck naked! “Umm, Dex, is there a reason, I mean… Well, do you realize that you don’t have any clothes on?” I squeak, my breath lodged in my throat.

  “I’m pretty sure I’m aware of what I’m wearing—or not wearing—Emma,” he laughs.

  “But… Where are your pajamas?”

  “Babe, this is how I sleep,” he says and he says it like it’s nothing—an everyday occurrence. It takes no time and I can tell from his breathing that he’s asleep. It takes me a little bit, but I settle back down, relaxing into him, and drift off.

  When I wake up hours later, Dex is behind me. I feel him, and he’s like a warm blanket on a cold winter’s day. Only there is something poking me. I freeze. No way! No fucking way! That cannot be his dick. Can it? Holy hell! It’s like he has a tree trunk between his legs, which—by the way, has somehow lined up against my butt cheeks. I go to move away but his hold on me only strengthens.

  “Morning, baby,” he says, his voice thick with sleep and something else.

  Desire.

  I try not to think about that.

  “Morning,” I answer. I go to stretch when he pulls me so I end up on my back with him looming over top of me. I smile up at him, noticing he’s staring at my legs. My shirt has inched up, giving him a view of my white lace panties. I stare down and see what he’s looking at, unable to look away.

  Eleven

  Dex

  Waking up with Emma is unreal. There are only two words to describe it honestly.

  Fucking perfection.

  Looking at her with my shirt on, and her hair all mussed up from sleeping in my bed makes my dick fucking throb. I know she’s innocent, but I’m not sure how much longer she will be. I want her innocence, I want her scent marking my lips, and I want her tied to me.

  For-Fucking-Ever.

  Looking down at her legs spread with my body in between them, I see her white lace panties. Something so innocent, but sexy as hell. I can smell her arousal, and see the want in her eyes. I lean down, my head going between the most perfect pair of thighs I’ve ever seen in my life. Perfect for grabbing onto, and I will be grabbing them. Fucking soon. I leisurely kiss my way up her thigh, and come face to face with what I want. A small piece of lace is the only thing standing in my way.

  I look up at her and capture her eyes in mine. She’s flushed, her cheeks this delicate shade of red. I wonder if it travels down to her amazing-as-fuck tits. Tits that I know will hold my cock perfectly between them, tits that I know will nurse our babies. I’m completely sure of that. I’ve known it from the first look. She’s mine, and I’m going to start tying her to me, right-the-fuck-now.

  “Dex, honey,” she says breathlessly and I like it. I want more of her calling me honey when excitement and desire is filling her body.

  “Yeah, babe?” I know what she wants to ask for, but is afraid. I can read everything on her face right now. It’s just further proof that she belongs to me. We’re connected. “You’re mine, Emma, and I’m not letting you go. That means your heart, your body, and your soul. You may not get this yet, but you will. When I first met you I knew you’d be mine forever and I wasn’t letting you go.” When she still looks at me with a scared look I go further. “When I say you’re mine, that means I’m yours too, Emma. Forever.”

  “Okay, honey,” she answers. Just. Like. That. No arguments, nothing. Mine. Made for me and fucking me alone. I stretch back over her and take her mouth in a savage kiss, feeling her tongue duel with mine, knowing I’ll have that same tongue licking my dick, and her mouth sucking my
cock. I break away.

  I look back down at her parted legs and know what I want. I will give her something to satisfy her until tonight—when I officially make her mine. Taking her panties off, I bring them to my face and smell her arousal. Shit! I may even jack off with these wrapped around my cock the way he’s feeling right now.

  I push my cock close to her tight pussy lips, knowing no other cock has been this close to her pussy. She thinks I’m taking her innocence. I’m not. Not right now at least. I glide my cock through the wet lips of her pussy, rubbing my dick against her, stimulating her clit. She moans, and it spurs me on.

  “Does that feel good, baby?”

  In answer she moans and cries out my name. Mine. I keep it up, letting her ride my dick without ever going inside of her like I want. Her fucking sweet arousal is drowning my cock. I keep up the onslaught, bearing down harder, increasing the pressure when I know she’s close to the edge. When I can feel her pussy squeezing against my shaft and the way her muscles flutter around it, I freeze. I can’t send her over the edge without teasing us both a little more. I pull back and look down at my damned dick. The bastard is throbbing so hard he hurts. I see the pre-cum on my head and reach down to gather a bead of it. I want her to taste it. I paint it across her swollen pink lips, as her breath stutters against my fingers. “Lick your lips, Emma. Taste me,” I demand.

  She does it without question. I’ve met my match, my one and only. “Honey,” she whimpers before seeking out my thumb and swallowing it into her mouth, wanting all of my taste, holding on to it.

  Keeping in time with her now thrusting hips, I move my dick back and forth against her smooth pussy, letting her ride me. It doesn’t take long for her to go over the edge. Seconds later I follow her, exploding all over her naked pussy, marking what’s mine. I look down at it with pleasure, with pride. Mine. I can’t wait to see my cum leaking out of her pussy, knowing I branded her. Claimed her.