His Woman (MF)
Drake Solomon has wanted Rachel ever since she returned to Crest Hill from the city. He’s intrigued by the spark of innocence in her eyes but also the shocking pain that flashes back at him. However, the dark-skinned beauty will not give him the time of day. But Drake is determined to do whatever it takes to claim her.
Rachel is not looking for love. She’s been burned by love once before, and she’s not looking to repeat the experience. Drake makes her nervous. He makes her yearn for something like her parents had, and she just knows that love never works out.
But to get to Rachel, Drake has to face her overprotective father and his shotgun. Drake is determined to do everything to claim his woman, even if he has to look down the barrel of a gun to claim his prize.
Be Warned: spanking
Sliding his fingers up her thigh, Drake stared into her eyes waiting for her to tell him to stop. She licked her lips and then swallowed. Her lips parted, and he saw she started to pant. Moving that last little inch up her leg, he cupped her sex with his bare palm. The heat of her soaked his palm. She was so turned on and needy. Did she even know what an orgasm felt like?
“Are you still with me, baby doll?”
“Yes, I’m still here.” The words took her a few seconds to speak, and she kept closing her eyes, arching up against his touch.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Chuckling, he pressed his lips to hers. Plunging his tongue into her mouth, he slid a finger through her creamy slit.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“Is that good?”
“More than good. You’re ready for my cock.”
Cream flooded his fingers, and he slid them up to circle her clit. She jumped in his arms at the smallest touch.
“You like me talking dirty?”
“I don’t know.”
“Baby, you’re flooding my fingers. You like me talking dirty.” He pinched her clit, shushed her as she cried out, then stroked the nub. “Did you think about me last night?”
“Good, I thought about you. I thought about getting you to my house. The moment you’re there I’m never letting you go. There’s so much I want to do to you,” he said.
“Put it this way, Rachel, I’m going to have you screaming and begging for me not to stop. Everything I do to you will have you craving me just a little bit more.”
“I don’t know what to say or do.” She gripped his shoulder, sinking her nails into the flesh.
Gazing down at her chest, he saw the hard buds of her nipples poking against the fabric. Her milk chocolate skin was so soft to the touch. Drake wanted her to melt against him and to give every part of herself to his pleasure.
Getting back home was going to be a nightmare. He was rock hard, and the zipper was uncomfortable against his flesh. Ignoring his own pain and need, he focused on her.