Built For Her

by Riley, Alexa

  “Does that mean you’re staying the night?” she asks as she looks up and rests her chin on my chest.

  “Unless you’d like me to leave.”

  “Never,” she whispers, and I reach down, pulling her up so that we’re eye to eye.

  “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

  “Cross my heart,” she promises, saying again the words I asked for earlier.

  I roll us over so she’s pinned under me again. “You’re making it hard for me to stay in control.”

  She runs her fingers across my chest before she looks up at me through her lashes. “Maybe I want you to lose control.”

  I press my forehead to hers and close my eyes. “From the moment I met you all I wanted to do was lay you down and find out how deep I could bury myself inside you.” I swallow and then open my eyes. “But I tasted that sweet heaven between your legs and I know that it’s untouched.”

  She bites her lip and then nods as her cheeks flush.

  I rub my thumb across them, loving how truly innocent she is. “I think something so precious should be treated that way.” I bury my face in her neck and kiss my way down her body. “I’ll be so good to you, Genevieve.” My lips take the same path as before, moving between her legs once again. “I’ll worship the sweet treasure you’ve saved for me, but don’t ask me to be gentle.”

  She gasps as I fist her wet panties and rip them from her body.

  “If you want me to lose control, I’ll do it,” I growl low in my chest. “But you need to be prepared for what that means.”

  I flatten my hand on the inside of her thighs and press them open as far as they can go. Then I lean down, and this time when I kiss her pussy, it’s for my pleasure. The taste of her bare cunt on my tongue sends me to another plane of existence. Suddenly I’m a beast at the dawn of man, and she belongs to me.

  Sliding two fingers down her thigh, I plunge them into her wet channel. She gasps, but she doesn’t tell me to stop as my slick fingers work in and out of her.

  “Mine,” I say through clenched teeth as my tongue drags through her folds and to her clit.

  She cries out my name as my fingers find the pleasure spot inside her and begin to rub. Her whole body shakes, and I stretch her while making her ache for more. I offer her what she craves, but it’s all for my taking. I’m selfish right now, and somehow she’s getting off on it. She wanted me to lose control and I have. There is no restraint left in me.

  “I want to fuck you,” I grit out as I suck one pussy lip into my mouth, then the other. “I want to bend you over right now and sink my bare cock into this tight little hole.”

  “Shit,” she whispers as her hips keep moving with the thrusts of my fingers.

  “I want to cum in your virgin pussy and get you pregnant,” I say, just not giving a damn anymore. I’m over the edge of sanity, and I think her pussy might have something to do with it. The thoughts of her have been driving me crazy, and one taste of her and now I’m done for.

  “Oh god, why is that so hot?” she moans, and I can feel her getting wetter.

  “The thought of me fucking you, or the thought of me getting you pregnant while we do it?”

  “Either,” she gasps, and I rub her G-spot. “Both.”

  “When was your last period?” I ask as I lick her pussy and grind my throbbing cock into the bed.

  “Two weeks ago.” Her hips rock up, seeking my mouth.

  “Fuck, you’re ovulating.” I move my fingers faster. “Are you on anything?”

  “No,” she moans and spreads her legs wider.

  I curse as I open my mouth over her pussy and keep tonguing it. She’s drenched now, just from the talk of possibly getting pregnant.

  “Roll over,” I growl as I reach down and jerk open my jeans.

  She does as I ask without hesitation and I push my underwear down my legs. My thick cock springs free and the head is already coated in cream for her. He wants to make it as easy as possible to slip inside.

  “Ass in the air, lady.”

  She keeps her chest on the bed as she spreads her knees and pushes her ass up. I lay my body over the top of her and drag the wet tip of my cock through her folds.

  “I bet it takes on the first try,” I say as I move my hand under her and press it to her lower belly. “Right here.” I slide my cock in and her body tenses, but I hold her steady as I sink further. “Shhh, almost there,” I encourage her as I begin to give her more of me.

  “Oh god,” she gasps but doesn’t tell me to stop or to slow down.

  “You’re doing so good,” I soothe, keeping my hand on her belly as my cock goes deeper.

  When I feel my balls press against her wet pussy lips, I’m as far as I can go. Her tight pussy squeezes the base of my cock and I can feel spurts of cum already spreading inside her.

  “I’ll always give you whatever you want, Genevieve.”

  I kiss her shoulder as I slide out, just an inch, and sink back in. I don’t want to be out of her, even to thrust back in. So instead of long strokes, I keep them shallow. My fingers trail to her pussy and play with her clit as I hold myself deep.

  “I can’t wait to get you pregnant,” I whisper as her body tenses. “As soon as you cum and make your cervix nice and soft for me, I’m going to breed you.”

  She gasps before she cries out, her body unable to fight the powerful wave any longer. My fingers on her clit, my thick cock deep inside her, there’s no escape.

  She nearly collapses on the bed with the weight of her orgasm, but I hold her hips up as I thrust deeper and then release. Waves of cum pulse from my cock as I empty all that I have inside her. I roar like a lion as I stake my claim on her body and mark her in every primal way possible.

  I’m gasping for air and I manage to fall on my side but move her with me as I go. I leave my cock buried deep inside her, trying to remember how to breathe.

  I wrap my arms and legs around her, not taking the chance that she might pull away and needing her as close as possible.

  “That’s what happens,” I whisper as I kiss her shoulder.

  “What?”

  “When I lose control.”

  She looks back at me and she smiles as she bites her lip. “I like it.”

  “Be careful, lady. You’re only feeding the beast.”

  I thrust into her again, thinking this is going to be a long night.

  Chapter 15

  Genevieve

  A loud bang startles me awake, and I sit up in bed. I look at the empty space next to me and hear Barrett shout, “Keep it down,” from outside my bedroom.

  I fall back on the bed and roll over, burying my face in the pillow and inhaling his scent. I don’t want to get up and I wish he was still in bed with me.

  Last night was perfect. My heart flutters when I think about all the things he said. He went from sweet and soft to a barbarian in an instant. I don’t know which I enjoyed more, but luckily, I don’t have to pick between the two.

  The things he said about getting me pregnant were so dirty but turned me on. My hand goes to my stomach to rest there. Maybe that was just dirty talk… But we didn’t do anything to prevent it, so it must have been for real. I debate if I should ask my sister about it, but she’ll get overly excited and start making baby registries for us.

  Barrett implied he was a virgin, so I don’t think I have to worry about catching something. Still, having a baby with someone I’m not even technically dating is freaking crazy. But when I really think about it, what’s the worst that could happen? I get pregnant and the two of us don’t work out? We can co-parent. I don’t think he’d be a bad person to have to do that with, because everyone has said he is a good man to the core.

  The thought of not being together hurts because even with the short amount of time we’ve been together, this feels right.

  It’s so dark in my room and I roll over and look up at the skylight, but it’s gone. I glance over at the clock on the bedside table and see it’s a little after ten. I�
��m shocked I slept so late. Last night with the stars above me was so perfect. Everything we shared was beyond my wildest dreams, but was it all a dream?

  When I hear another loud bang, I sit up again wondering what’s going on. Barrett yells at someone and then a second later the bedroom door opens. I yank the sheet tight around me and he comes in and closes the door behind him.

  I stare at him and I swear he gets hotter every time I look at him. No way was he a virgin before last night. That math doesn’t add up.

  He smiles at me as he comes over to the bed. “What are you thinking about?”

  “Where did the skylight go?” I ask, too embarrassed to tell him what’s really going on in my mind.

  “Alexa, open skylight.” I look up and watch a screen that blends in perfectly with the ceiling retract.

  The sun pours into the room and I love it. “Wow.” No wonder I was able to sleep so late.

  “What were you thinking about?” he asks again as he strokes my cheek. “Tell me.”

  “Were you really a virgin?” I lick my lips, somewhat embarrassed to bring up what we did last night.

  Barrett leans close and smiles. “Yeah,” he says before he kisses me.

  He tugs the sheet from my body as he pushes me down flat onto the bed. “Why is that so hard to believe? You were, too.”

  “I’m younger than you,” I say between kisses as I wrap my arms around his neck. “Why are you wearing all these clothes?” I pull at his shirt, wanting him naked.

  “Lady, we can’t right now. There are ten other men in this house.”

  I ignore him and keep pulling at his shirt. It should be a crime for him to ever wear one. Though I don’t want anyone else seeing him without it.

  He groans as he leans back and then steps away from the bed. I lie there, my body aching for more.

  “I don’t want them hearing you, and I think you’re still sore.” He’s breathing heavy and his eyes are hungry as they roam over my naked body.

  “I don’t care.” I sit up.

  “I do,” he says through gritted teeth. He’s fighting with himself, and I have to smother a laugh at how serious he is about this. To be honest, I don’t want them to hear us either, but when he’s close, all rational thoughts leave my head.

  “Does your crew work every day?” I ask, and even I can hear the pout in my voice.

  “No, but I knew if I let them come today they could get a lot done. Plus, it would stop me from mauling you all over again. I know you have to be sore after last night.”

  I shrug, not caring about the twinge I feel between my legs. To be honest, it’s nothing compared to what I thought it would be. Barrett was so gentle.

  “Wait. Do all those guys know you stayed the night?” I look over at the door.

  “I was dressed when they got here, but probably.”

  I groan and close my eyes, knowing it’s going to feel awkward to face them. They’ll know we had sex. Then I feel the weight of him come over me as he blankets my body with his.

  “People are going to know about us, so you might as well get used to it.”

  “I’m shy. You know that,” I tell him.

  “You sure that’s the reason?” I search his face and see his own concern there. I never thought about him being insecure, too. I was sure women threw themselves at him.

  “This is all new to me. I feel like when I go out there, there’s going to be this giant light flashing over me, telling everyone I’m not a virgin anymore.” He chuckles. “I know it’s ridiculous.” I roll my eyes at myself. In truth, they probably won’t even notice me at all.

  “I promise you, lady, they won’t be looking at you if they want to keep their eyes. I already warned them that you’re mine.”

  “Should I be offended you’ve claimed me like property?” I tease him.

  “But you’re not.”

  “No. I’m not.” I run my hands up his big chest. I’m more than okay with him claiming me. “Why do you call me lady?” I ask.

  “You remind me of a ladybug. All that red hair, and so petite. Also, I think you’re good luck. Does it bother you?”

  “No, I was just wondering if it was a name for just me.”

  “I’m not prone to nicknames. Except for my sisters. I usually call them brats.” He smiles.

  “And what do they call you?”

  He shakes his head as gets up from the bed. “Player.”

  “What?” I say, startled by that.

  “It’s not what you think,” he sighs. “They used to set me up all the time, and my dates always ended horribly. You have no idea how bad they’d go. I went on so many first dates with people they’d force me to go out with they thought I was hopping from woman to woman. It turned into a big joke that I was some player.” He shakes his head, clearly not liking the reason for the name. Or at least annoyed with it.

  I start laughing. “I know the feeling. I pretty much gave up.”

  He folds his arms over his chest. “You mean you’ve given it up after last night, right? You went out with Mark not long ago, and I’m not okay with that.” There’s a spark of jealousy in his voice, and I like it…probably more than I should.

  “Yes, I’m done after last night. Besides, that was kind of a forced date,” I admit, but it does nothing to cool the possessive look in his eyes. So I decide to change the subject, or at least distract him.

  I get up from the bed, and Barrett makes a show of looking my naked body up and down. I walk towards him and lean up on my tiptoes. “I’m looking forward to our date today.” I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my chest into his. The swell of his cock pushes against me as Barrett grips my hips.

  “You’re making it really hard not to put you on your back and have my way with you.”

  “That’s not the only thing that’s hard.” I smile at him.

  His hand connects with my ass and I let out a yelp. Then I laugh and try to get away.

  “Get ready. We have to get out of this house.” He kisses me hard and deep before pulling back reluctantly and leaving the room.

  I reach up and touch my lips, feeling his kiss linger. I can’t keep the smile off my face as I head into the bathroom. I pause when I see my reflection in the mirror and look over my body.

  My lips are swollen and my hair is a mess. I turn and laugh when I see a small red mark where Barrett smacked my ass. My pale skin shows everything.

  I hop in the shower and hate to wash away the smell of Barrett. But I have a feeling it won’t take him long to get it back on me.

  When I get out I blow-dry my hair and then put on a little makeup. I go digging through my closet for something to wear, trying to find something easy and cool. It’s going to be hot out, so I grab a pair of jean shorts and a tank top. We’ll be walking around all day at the fair, so I get my Converse sneakers since they’re the most comfortable. When I’m all set, I grab a pair of sunglasses and push them into my hair.

  When I’m ready, I open my bedroom door and pause when I see one of the workers standing there. “He’s in the kitchen,” he tells me.

  “Thanks,” I say and go downstairs.

  When I walk into the kitchen Barrett comes right to me and pulls me into his arms. Then he kisses me right in front of everyone before releasing me and giving me a coffee.

  “We need to make a stop by my place, then brunch,” he says, but I’m still dizzy from his kiss.

  “Mmkay.”

  “Then to Home Depot,” he adds, taking my hand gently in his and walking to the front door.

  “Oh my god. We sound like a married couple with these plans,” I laugh, sipping my coffee.

  “Well, the courthouse is on the way if you’d like to go ahead and do that, too.” I wait for him to smirk or show me that he’s teasing, but he doesn't.

  “Yeah, sure,” I laugh, patting his chest and shaking my head. “Besides, if my sister wasn't there she’d burn my house to the ground.”

  “Not if I told her I was working on knocking you up.
She’d be too busy making plans for the nursery.”

  I stare up at him, not sure how to respond to that. Damn it, he’s right.

  “Come on, lady.” He kisses my hand as we walk to the truck. “You’ll get used to the idea of it soon enough.

  Chapter 16

  Genevieve

  “That is not your house.” I stare out the windshield of Barrett’s giant truck.

  I noticed when he helped me in that he’d had a side step installed on it. Not that it matters because he still had to pick me up so I could get in it.

  “A contractor’s home is always the last done.” He shrugs.

  “It’s a shack.” I look over at him. “There’s nothing wrong with it, the place is really nice, I’m just shocked. I’ve seen what you’ve done with my house and looked up some of the projects you've completed. I just thought…” I trail off, suddenly feeling rude. Who am I to talk? I lived in an apartment a few weeks ago. If it wasn't for him, I’d be living in a home that wasn't safe—and worse than his place.

  “I bought the land to save it. Janet tried to get it protected, but it didn't go through, so I bought it. I guess some rare hummingbird lives on it and they wanted to cut down all the trees and make a shopping center.” He shrugs. “I bought it and dropped this tiny house on it for a place to live. It’s not like I have a family. I was living in a small condo before because it was all I needed at the time. Once I got this land I decided I could stay here instead. I could also help the birds by not allowing someone to destroy it.” He points to a large tree and I look over and see tons of bird feeders hanging from it.

  “How are you not already snatched up by a woman?” I ask. He’s so perfect and sweet it’s unreal.

  “Because I’ve been waiting for you,” he says easily.

  “So, what happens if you don’t stay here?” I hedge, wondering if he will come stay with me, or if some nights he won’t be in my bed. The thought does not sit well in my stomach.

  “I’m sure I can find someone to rent this place and feed the birds. Or we could keep it and come visit. It could be a love shack to hide out from our kids when we need a break.”