Having It All by Kati Wilde Page A

your knees, then.”
    But he doesn’t wait for me to move. Hard hands on my hips, he turns me onto my stomach and drags me up to my knees. I come up on my elbows but he pushes my upper body back to the bed, his palm between my shoulder blades holding me down.
    His long fingers slick through my pussy. Helplessly I moan, my hands curling against the sheets. Anticipation is a hot burn.
    “Look at you, so ready for me.” Each word is strained, his voice harsh. At the edge of control. “So fucking pretty. You want my cock?”
    My body’s shuddering in desperate need. “So much.”
    “I’m going to make you take every inch, Jenny.” He slicks the broad crown between my pussy lips, parting me. My hips rock back and the pressure of his hand between my shoulder blades increases. “No fucking moving. You just take it. All right?”
    “Yes,” I gasp into the sheets, shaking, then tensing as he pushes against me, into me, stretching my sensitive flesh.
    “Fuck, that’s so hot,” he groans and I know he’s watching his big cock sink slowly into me. “How much do you want, princess?”
    Everything he has to give. “All of it.”
    “You can’t take all of it yet,” he says and begins to withdraw. Oh, God. It feels like he’s catching every nerve, pleasure sparking through my need-swollen flesh. He groans and pauses with the head of his cock lodged just inside me, and I know he’s looking at the wetness coating his taut skin and the stretch of my pussy lips around his shaft. “Spread your knees a little more—oh, fuck, yeah. You like that, too? Your pussy’s clenching all around me.”
    I can’t answer, my breath coming in gasping little sobs. At this angle the head of his cock feels huge, pressing harder against my inner walls. I cry out as he begins to push deeper, and the sensation intensifies with every inch, until I can’t feel anything but that thick length wedged inside me.
    “No, princess. You fucking keep still and take it,” he snarls, and I realize that I’m bucking against him again, crying and writhing against the hand holding me down and the cock stuffing me full. He bottoms out and then pushes deeper, because he knows I come hardest that way, but I’m already almost there and don’t know if I can take that now, too.
    But I know he’s going to make me. Because his fingers dig into my hip, holding tight, and that means he’s going to fuck me hard.
    Oh, God. “Saxon—”
    He pulls back and shoves deep and I’m screaming, need and pleasure like a rocket burning through every nerve inside me, and he just gives me more, fucking into my clenching flesh with long deep strokes, hitting the end of me and going deeper until I can’t take it, can’t take it anymore. The orgasm detonates through me, throwing my head back and arching my spine. My pussy clamps around his thick cock, still sliding back and forth inside me. Saxon groans and pumps harder, harder, falling forward over me, his chest heaving against my back and his mouth hot against my ear. He slams deep and his every muscle goes rigid, shaking against me as he comes.
    “Love you.” His breath shudders against my neck and he gently kisses my sweaty skin. “I love you so fucking much, Jenny.”
    My heart full, I reach back and slide my fingers into his damp hair. “That’s a good reason to be here.”
    “I’ve got more.” His blue eyes dark, he rolls to the side and takes me with him. “It doesn’t matter if it’s here or at my house or in a fucking tent—I’ve never had so damn much. I have everything. I’m like a fucking king, just because I’m holding you.”
    Throat clogged with emotion, I pillow my head on his chest and hold him tight.
    “Don’t you start crying.” Lightly, he swats my ass. “Go check your nightstand.”
    Lifting my head, I give him a narrowed look, but he just says, “Get to it, princess,” so I grin and slide across the bed. Inside the drawer, a new note lies folded beside the old tattered