Unnecessary Seclusion (Merle Dixon x OFC)

Chapter 4

Grabbing the back of Merle's neck, I gave him a much more loving kiss. Running my tongue over his bottom lip, I sucked on it tenderly. Groaning at the new sensation, Merle pulled the elastic from my ponytail, threading his hand through my hair and kissing me harder.

That was sexy as fuck...

He seemed to get what I was going for, and he wasn't complaining in the least.

Why would he?

I gasped quietly when the tip of his tongue darted out to toy with mine. He squirmed a little under my hand as it slid from the back of his neck down to his abs, goosebumps prickling his flesh in the path it left behind.

He's already turned on...that's hot...I didn't even hardly do nothin'...

Merle broke his mouth from mine and glanced down at the shirt that covered his lap.

"Ya barely touched me and I'm hard as fuck. I'm so hard my cock hurts. I was hard the whole time ya were disinfectin' my cuts earlier, too."

He kissed me again slowly, swirling the tip of his tongue around mine intimately as I tossed his shirt aside and groped for the large bulge in his jeans.

Jesus, fuck! He wasn't playin'!

The stiffness between his legs was massive and brick hard. He moaned into my mouth as my hand grazed over it. I shuddered at his response, wetness seeping out of me and into my panties.

Ooh, Jesus! He's fuckin' sexy when he does that! Oh, who am I foolin'? He's sexy all the time...

"I wanna feel yer tremblin' skin against mine," Merle murmured, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I got lost in his dominant kiss, both of my hands fumbling to undo his jeans.

Yeah, it's definitely time...

Tangling my tongue with his, I finally opened his pants after what felt like decades of trying. My hand brushed through his pubic hair as I pushed it inside the denim material, making me realize he didn't have drawers on. I hadn't given him any when I had brought him new clothes, and he hadn't put his back on.

Prolly cuz they're so filthy...

"Does it hurt now?" I muttered, curling my hand around his monster. I didn't move my hand. I just held his thickness in my palm.

Merle smirked and said, "It's better, but I'm achin' ta feel yer wet pussy 'round me. I want ya pretty bad, but that I ain't gonna beg ya fer. That I want o' yer own free will."

He growled lowly as I turned my head and sucked at the underside of his jaw. I left my mark there before moving to one of the tendons in his neck. I left my mark there as well, biting and nibbling him hungrily.

"I wanna give it ta ya, but first I wanna say..."

I left my next brand where everyone would be able to see it while he had his wife beater on, right above his heart, right next to the scar from Philip's unsuccessful bullet. He groaned in pleasure, cradling my head to him as my lips moved across his broad chest. I left damp kisses behind, flicking my tongue at his hard nipples.

"Yer mine now. I own ya. No one gets ta touch ya but me," I hissed.

Merle shivered as I delicately bit his nipple, thrusting his hips in a fit of need. I allowed him to fuck my hand lazily while I pulled at his nipple with my teeth. I listened to him moan almost inaudibly as I began to match his thrusts with my hand.

"Course I'm yers. I told ya I loved ya." He finally uttered the word that was forbidden to leave his lips, dropping his head against the back of the loveseat.