Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 77)

by Flora Ferrari

  “And I need you to see me. To give all of me to you,” she says, but it seems like there’s something more she has to say.

  “What? What is it?”

  “It’s just this moment. This everything…it is everything. You. Me. Us.”

  “Always,” I say running the tips of my fingers along her arm and feeling the goose bumps form from my touch.

  “Your skin is so soft, so perfect, so damn flawless…just like you.”

  She brings her hand up to touch my face just as I go to step back.

  “I can’t have you touch me right now. I’m too turned on. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true…and it’s only because of you. And I need to see all of you.”

  She steps out of the dress which had gathered at her ankles and takes the sides of her panties in her hands.

  Now I don’t only feel my heart beating. I feel my pulse throbbing in the side of my neck and my wrist.

  “Take them off,” I demand.

  I watch as her hands shake slightly as she inches her panties down the sides of her legs until I lay my eyes on her pretty pink pussy.

  My first glimpse of heaven.

  “Damn, Beautiful. You. Are. So. Fucking. Perfect. And you’re all mine.”

  I run my eyes across her sex and then up and down her body again, taking another step back to take in the sight of what the most perfect female creation on the planet looks like.

  And there’s only one view that could be better, and that’s her laid out in front of me as I take her.

  Make that two…the sight of her holding our first-born child.

  But to get there we start here, and I’m at the finish line twitching, trying to time that starting pistol like a madman.

  “I want you so damn bad,” I say.

  “I want you. I want you to take me,” she says.

  “I’m going to take you with this as you take all of it,” I say grabbing my cock through my pants like a feral man who’s lost his mind. But I lost my mind a long time ago for her.

  “You see how hard you make me, Beautiful?”

  She nods and I feel her body moving off the wall closer to me.

  “Gavin,” she says.

  I move my hand up, cupping her chin, running the tip of my finger across her sweet, wet, lower lip.

  “You’re shaking,” I say. “Are you scared?”

  “I’m not scared. I want this more than anything, but first I want you to know something.”

  “Anything. Tell me. We’ll get through anything and everything in life together. I promise.”

  “I should have told you earlier, but with everything that was happening and just the way I felt about you…the time was never right.”

  “Tell me now. We’ll make it right.”

  “I’ve…I’ve.”

  I swear I don’t breath waiting to hear her words. Whatever troubles her I’m going to fix it. I don’t like seeing her like this. It’s like she’s concerned and it’s bothering her. I only want to see her happy. Satisfied. And as a real man it’s my job to keep her that way forever…with only a smile on her face and a peacefulness about her…except when we’re losing control together.

  “I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you that I was waiting for the right guy. And the right guy was always you.”

  “I always knew you were a good girl. And I always knew you were mine,” I say processing her words. They get me damn excited, but it’s something I already knew without being told. The way she was raised. The way she looked at me. I knew she was always mine, just as I was always hers.

  “So neither of us will never be with another,” I say.

  She looks confused as she deciphers my words.

  “You mean you’re….?”

  I nod. “I knew you were always mine and that’s a two-way street. You were always mine. All roads lead to you, just as your path in life lead you to me.”

  “So this is perfect then?”

  “It’s perfect because you’re perfect. And you’re perfection will only ever be shared with me.”

  “And yours with me.”

  “How it’s meant to be,” I say.

  I watch as her concern melts away and a smile overtakes her as she throws herself into my arms for a big hug.

  “I feel so much better now,” she says.

  I hold her tight enjoying this moment…this calm before the storm before finally I can’t take the feeling of her skin against my clothes. It’s like my body can feel her through the fabric, but I have to get rid of it anyways. And get inside her.

  “Are you ready to feel me in another way?”

  “Inside me? Yes,” she says. “I want to make this perfect moment the perfect conception. I want you to fill me with your seed and make a child from our first time.”

  I instinctively growl and release her, hurrying to get out of my clothes.

  I was already at the edge and her words have me teetering, so close to falling into the abyss.

  And that’s where I want to be, buried inside her, as our bodies and minds spin out of control together.

  As we share a simultaneous climax like the world has never seen…by two people who will only ever be seen by the other. Ever.

  Because she’s mine and I’m hers.

  CHAPTER 19

  Gracie

  Suddenly he squats down and his hands shoot through the gap in my legs, his forearms going from horizontal to vertical as they slide within inches of my sex.

  Then his quads and hamstrings fire as his muscular lower half explodes upwards taking me with it.

  “Oh my god,” I say as I’m lifted into the air, suspend in the room using his biceps as the seat of a chair and his forearms as the back.

  I’m well over six feet off the ground and his head is right at my crotch level.

  My legs wrap around his neck, my high heeled shoes still on but the rest of me is totally exposed.

  And his desire for me is exposed as well as I see the way he stares at my opening.

  “Tell me you want me to taste you.”

  “I want it.”

  “To suck in your sweetness,” he says.

  “Yes,” I say.

  “Say it. Say it all.”

  “I want you to taste me. To suck in my sweetness and swallow me whole.”

  His head dives forward and the tip of his tongue spreads my folds before he licks straight up my middle, his head carrying through the motion before his neck bends all the way back and he’s staring at the ceiling…if his eyes were open.

  “Ahhh!” he yells.

  And then his nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath in.

  “You smell that?”

  “What?” I say.

  “The smell of your desire. The smell that drives me crazy. The smell that leads me to it like a fresh piece of raw meat and I’m a dog who hasn’t eaten in weeks.”

  “Eat my pussy,” I command, suddenly feeling bossy myself, but damn if it doesn’t work as his head dives back into my middle and he licks me straight up again before he finds my clit and delivers a flick and then a figure eight around my bud and now it’s my neck that’s bending back as my back arches as I push my pussy into his face, grinding my middle against his mouth.

  His face pulls back and he sucks in air through his mouth with clenched teeth. I can hear the “sssss” sound as he glares at my glistening goodness, apparently it is by the way it’s taking over his mind right now.

  And I feel my climax approaching just looking at what I’ve done to him. How much my body has not only affected him, but possessed his each and every thought.

  And then he flattens his tongue and paints my pussy like a paintbrush causing my folds to open wide as my eyes open wide as saucers when he finds just the right spot.

  “Right there,” I say reaching for something and finding nothing. I’m gasping for straws and then I take hold of his head, his cleanly shaven sides as my forearms flex sending his face more forward into my folds, opening me wider as I scream out. />
  “Oh god, don’t stop!”

  My hands move to the hair on top of his head and I grab it hard, holding on tight, practically pulling it from his scalp as my forearms tremble and his tongue hits my G-spot and I’d swear to god I’ve died and gone to heaven.

  I feel my thighs quiver and quake and then they lock in hard around his ears as my heels get tangled behind his neck as my legs involuntary squeeze his head like a vice, making his face and my pussy become one as he makes me become whole as I come with him for the first time sending my back slamming into the wall just behind me, but I don’t even feel the pain.

  I embrace it as it makes me feel alive, the perfect compliment to the pleasure he’s given me in-between my legs.

  I shake and then feel a second wave overtake me as I gush wildly into his mouth as I feel him lick my pussy like a cat licks milk from a saucer, but the difference is his tongue is buried inside me, like one of the giant, steep waterpark slides as I water it down and my liquids slide right to the bottom…of his throat.

  And after another twitch, shake, spasm, and flex my thighs release.

  “You’re doing that into a jar next time and I’m freezing it and drinking it whenever I need a taste from the fountain of youth,” he says.

  I imagine myself coming into a jar and how absurd it is and I can’t help but smile.

  I want to laugh, but I can’t. I can’t because I can see he’s completely serious, no matter how absurd his comment is.

  “Why save it when you can have it on demand. Any time you want?” I ask.

  He walks me over to the bed and tosses me onto it as I land on my back and bounce losing my shoes, feeling like a kid again but knowing I’m damn close to entering the world of womanhood.

  “Anytime I want?”

  “Any. Time. You. Want.”

  “I want all of you and I want you now,” he says as he untucks his shirt and makes quick work of the buttons and then his belt buckle and his pants.

  Seconds later he’s naked staring down at me as I lie on my back, my upper body supported by my forearms as I take in the sight of him just as he’d done with me earlier.

  His perfect pecs. His rock hard eight pack abs…if not twelve.

  And his thick cock that’s at a forty-five degree angle pointed right at my head as the tip glistens just asking for me to clean it with my mouth.

  I lean forward on the bed and he takes a step forward towards me, allowing me to reach out for his rod as I take as much of it as I can with two hands, but my two hands aren’t enough.

  Suddenly I feel his palm in the middle of my chest as his pushes me onto my back. The way he moves me, and the way he held me earlier, make me feel like nothing more than a rag doll in his presence. He’s so strong. So overpowering. And he looks like he’s about to overpower me right now.

  Not that I don’t want this just as bad as he does.

  “There will be time for that later. Plenty of time. But I’m not waiting on this anymore. I’ve tasted your sweet, sweet, pussy with my mouth. And I’ll keep coming back for taste after taste after taste as long as I live. But now…I’m going to feel the inside of you with something else. My cock,” he says taking it in his hand as he slides up on the bed and mounts me.

  “And I’m going to take it now, because it, just like you, are mine.”

  “And this is mine,” I say, putting my hand on top of his as he rubs the tip of his dick through my already opened folds just before I see his eyes spasm widely and then his cock slides inside me opening me wider than I thought possible and opening the very real possibility that this beast of a dick that’s inside me will spray more than enough seed to fertilize me with our first born.

  I grit my teeth and grab a hold of the sheets as he rocks back and forth entering me slow and shallow.

  “How does that feel?” he asks.

  “Like the greatest thing on earth.”

  “My thoughts exactly,” he says. “I wish you could borrow my dick just so you could feel how incredible it feels to be inside you. To claim you. To take you and make you mine.”

  “I was always yours,” I say.

  “And I was always yours. And now let’s make a life that is ours,” he says drawing a whimper from me which causes him to moan as his thrust goes a bit deeper and faster and I know it’s only a matter of seconds before a typhoon touches down…inside me.

  CHAPTER 20

  Gavin

  The feel of her pussy putting a chokehold around my cock is too much to take. There’s no way I can last much longer. I’ve waited for this moment for four years. Four years of my body to prepare it’s best seed to put in her, to claim her, to mate with her.

  And dammit that’s what it’s time to do.

  I stop breathing in and out through my nose. I need more oxygen or else I’m going to pass out from the pleasure.

  I suck in shallow gulps from my mouth, but that’s not working either. It’s just making me thrust faster, in rhythm, and putting me right there.

  My hands grab her waist as I move her body into mine, my hips finding her pelvis as I pull her toward me and then jerk her away as I feel my cock ready to jerk and explode inside her.

  All hell breaks loose and my arms slide forward under her and I grab the top of her shoulders from behind as my gluteus fire as I fuck her like a wild animal in the jungle my cock sliding in and out like a piston in an engine as I engage her body to open for me and accept what I have to give.

  “You ready?”

  “Yeah. You ready?”

  “Fuck yeah!” I say.

  And then I thrust inside once more, but this time I don’t pull back.

  Instead I push in even deeper, feeling my balls disappear as I bury my cock so far inside her I may never get it out just before I unload my mating material so deep in her that it’s not just inside her, it becomes a part of her.

  And then I feel her pussy lock on my cock as she covers my come throwing beast with her gooey goodness, coating my cock with her cream.

  I hold her tight, feeling her chest against mine. Feeling her heart beat in rhythm with mine.

  She whimpers like a small animal, one that knows it’s about to be devoured by a predator.

  But there’s no about…there only is. As in what I’ve just done to her because of what she does to me.

  She drives me insane. Makes me crazy with lust.

  But as great as the physical is the best part is still seconds away.

  The aftershocks leave me as she milks me dry. I slowly start to come down from my mind-bending blast of baby making seed.

  And then my body crumples onto hers like she’s dropped me with a knock-out punch.

  But she’s a knockout in a different way, in the way of beauty.

  And as we roll onto our sides and I hold her in my arms as I stare into her eyes I know that I’ve finally hit the most perfect kind of climax.

  The physical is fun and perfectly primal, but the emotions shared and transferred from the connective climax we shared when we had this moment together can’t be topped.

  It’s moments like these. These moments of stillness after the storm, that life is all about.

  And I can’t wait for the moment that comes after I’m there with her holding her hand through the storm of childbirth, only to share another of these moments together for the first time…when I hold our child in my arms, just like how I hold her in my arms now.

  As I pull that baby close to my chest and let him or her knows he or she is mine and I’m never letting go.

  Just like I’m never letting go of her either.

  Not now. Not tomorrow. Not ever.

  Because she is mine and I am hers and finding that perfect match is what life’s all about.

  “I love you,” I say.

  “I love you,” she says as she wiggles her body, burying her nose up in the pocket where my neck attaches to my shoulder and I feel the warmth from her cheek on my skin and more importantly the warmth in her heart and the warmth inside of
all of me that she’s given me.

  EPILOGUE

  Gavin

  Next April

  “Excuse me, miss. Are you, Gracie McGregor?”