by Kaylee, Katy
“Kade.”
He looked down at me. His eyes were filled with so much desire, I hated making him wait.
“What, baby? Are you okay?”
“Yes. Perfect. I was just… well… you once said you wanted to fuck my tits.”
The feral growl that escaped his lips had to have been heard all along Long Island.
“Will this help?” I reached to get the pitcher of syrup.
“You’re a wet dream come true; do you know that?” His voice was hoarse with an edge of desperation to it. He pulled me up from the floor and then pushed me to sit in a chair. “You’re too low on the floor,” he said by way of explanation. He took the pitcher, tilting it to coat my breasts.
Using his fingers, he massaged the sticky substance all over my nipples and inbetween.
“Jesus…you’re so fucking sexy, Morgan.” He put his finger under my chin and tilted my head. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
I saw the truth of his words in his eyes. I appreciated that he understood how much my ego needed to hear him say things like that.
He straddled the chair over my thighs and brought his dick toward me, between my breasts. “Push your tits together,” he said.
I did as he asked, wrapping my breasts around his length.
He withdrew and slid between them one. “Ah, fuck… this won’t take long.”
“Does it feel good?” I desperately wanted to please him.
“So, good, baby and so fucking sexy.” He began to move, his cock sliding up and down between my breasts. The tip it would appear over the top of my breasts when he pushed in. I stuck out my tongue to lick it each time it appeared.
“Ah, baby… I’m going to come… Can I come on your tits?”
“Yes.” I pressed my breasts together tighter, wanting to make sure he had the pressure and friction he needed.
“Right there, right there,” he chanted. Then he groaned and bucked, releasing his warm cum on my chest. He continued to thrust a few more times, coating my breasts.
When he stepped back, I looked down at the mess. I gently ran my fingers over it, mixing his cum with the syrup.
He groaned again, dropping on his knees. “Let me taste it, baby.” He pulled me to him, his mouth sucking on a nipple again. “You’re a fucking fantasy come true.”
He jumped up, grabbed my hand, and tugged me to go with him.
“Where are we going?” I asked as he led me up a grand staircase, then down a long hall.
“Shower. I have got to fuck you, baby.” He brought me into a large room lit only by the moon. I didn’t have time to admire it, as he pulled me into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, and then his mouth was on me again.
Even as he kissed me, he reached into the shower feeling the warmth of the water.
He guided me under the spray as he reached for the soap. He lathered his hands and then used them to clean off the syrup and his cum. I lathered my hands and washed him too, although mostly I just wanted to touch him.
“I need to be in you.” He turned me, pressing me against the cool tiles. His dick was at full staff again. It was a marvel to me how quickly he could recover. A marvel, and a complete joy.
He lifted my leg, hooking over it over his hip. “Hold on to me.”
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
“Look at me, Morgan.”
I brought my gaze to his gorgeous green eyes. “I hope our baby has green eyes,” I said.
Emotion filled his green irises. “I fucking love you.”
Before I could respond, he slid inside me, not stopping until I was filled to the hilt.
“Perfect, you’re so perfect,” he said with a reverie I’d only dreamed of.
“Yes,” I gasped. “I love you, Kade. More than you know.”
His lips crushed down on mine as he held me to him, his body inside of mine, a part of me. In that moment, I understood love. About how it wasn’t just a feeling, but something soul deep that connected two human beings. He’d said it best when he told me he felt like his heart had attached to me. That’s how I felt. Like I was irrevocably a part of him, and him a part of me.
He started to move, pleasure flooding my body. Together we sought pleasure. But it wasn’t just lust driving us in this perfect dance. It was love.
He slapped one hand against the tiled wall as his other held my leg up over his hip. “Tell me you’re close baby. Tell me you’re going to come.”
“Yes,” I gasped as the friction of him sliding in and out of me pushed me higher and higher. “So close… oh god…” And then I was there. A tidal wave of pleasure rolled through me. My hips gyrated, seeking to draw out the glorious release.
He growled. “Yes… fuck, I love it when you come on my cock.” Then he bucked and thrust, filling me with his come. We held each other for several moments as our breaths returned to normal.
“I’ll never look at pancakes and not get a hard-on again,” he said.
I laughed. “Me neither.”
He looked at me. “Girls don’t get hard-ons.”
“Sure, we do. My clit gets big and hard.”
He growled. “Why do I get hard when you talk like that?”
“Like what? Clit?”
He laughed and then kissed me until I was breathless.
The next morning, I woke with him next to me. If I played my cards right, I’d wake up like this for the rest of my life.
“I’m going to make more pancakes,” I said, resting my head on his chest to listen to the steady beat of his heart.
He lifted the sheet and looked down toward his groin. “See? I told you.”
His cock was hard, although it was my understanding that men woke up like that anyway.
“Would you rather have German pancakes?” I asked.
“That can be served with syrup too,” he said.
“Or cream.”
“I can see we’re going to have some interesting times cooking together.” He rolled me under him. “But first… ” In one smooth move, he was inside me. Yes, I could wake up like this every day.
An hour later, we were having the omelets I threw together, sitting out on the deck overlooking the ocean.
“Money can’t buy love, but it does get you a great view,” I said.
“Anywhere I can see you is a great view.”
I smiled. “It’s ridiculous how good it feels when you say things like that.”
He pulled my hand to his lips. “Then I’ll make a point of saying things like that all the time.”
“You’ll spoil me.”
“So?” He winked as he scooped up another bite of omelet. “These are seriously good. I’d be happy if you cooked breakfast every day.”
He was just saying that, but I couldn’t help but want to believe he was talking about every day as in forever.
“In fact, you could make lunch and dinner too.”
“Are you giving up cooking?” I asked.
“I’m saving myself for all the activity your cooking will give me the energy to do.”
I laughed. “Every day?”
“Everyday. Forever.”
My gaze shot to his. His green eyes studied me. He inhaled a deep breath and then got out of his chair. He knelt before me and my heart jumped to my throat.
“This might seem a little fast, but I know without a doubt that I’ll never love anyone like I love you. If you think you could love me forever too, we could make it official.”
My head was bobbing up and down, and he hadn’t even asked me yet.
“I’m sorry I don’t have a ring, but I’ll get you the biggest, brightest one. Whatever you want, Morgan. All I ask is that you marry me.”
“Yes. Oh yes, Kade.” I flung myself out of the chair and into his arms. We probably looked like loons on our knees, hugging on the deck.
“Not the ring,” I clarified, not wanting him to think I cared about that. “I don’t need a ring. I just need you. Only you. Forever.”
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**The End***
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Description
She’s going to be my everything.
My wife. The mother of my child.
The reason I get my share of the billion-dollar inheritance.
The problem?
It’s all FAKE.
Sara took me by storm.
Those big blue eyes and that petite waist.
I’m the first man to claim her innocence.
My brain goes out of the window when I touch her pure skin.
Hiring her for the job was a bad idea.
Because fake has turned into real.
And real is crazy as sh*t!
My innocent little woman has a big dark secret.
Is it too late for us to undo the mess that we’ve created?
Prologue
Sara – Friday night
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my god!
When I imagined my first time having sex with a man, this was not at all what I’d conjured in my mind. Growing up sheltered in a strict conservative family, my only experiences with romance came from fairy tales. Sex was taboo, and something I’d learned about by eavesdropping on girls in high school talking about it.
Not that I didn’t understand sensuality. I blossomed early, starting with my breasts and then my hips. My mind hadn’t changed during puberty, yet boys, and even men, treated my eleven-year-old self differently. My parents punished me for growing a woman’s body at such a young age, making me wear loose clothes and limiting my access to anyone or anything outside of our church.
Even so, now nineteen, I wasn’t a stranger to arousal. Mostly I turned myself on with thoughts of handsome men desperately in love with me ravishing my body, since the boys at Catholic school only touched the girls they would someday marry. The summer before college, I had a flirtation with the young man who ran the concession stand at the park near my house. He touched my breasts under my shirt, and I touched the hard length in his pants. At the time, it had been titillating, and I’d felt more alive than ever before, but it hadn’t been anything as incredible as the stories I heard from other women or read in the Cosmo I hid under my bed.
In college, I thought I’d have my chance to discover love and sex with Glen Walker. He was the epitome of the all-star handsome jock: athletic, strong, and blond with a mischievous, yet charming smile. He’d been the Prince Charming to my Cinderella, except when he wasn’t. I’d been willing to give myself to him, but when he decided that we’d get married after college, he said we’d have to wait to have sex. Like me, he came from a conservative religious family.
It didn’t stop him from having sex, with my roommate no less. It always struck me as strange when spiritual men didn’t abide by the wait-until-marriage-for-sex rule themselves, but were insistent that the women they married were virgins. When Glen decided I’d make a perfect, subservient wife, he’d kiss me, but that was it.
I’d been so needy emotionally, I’d agreed to all of his demands and conditions until one day I realized I was living under the same stifling, controlling rules I’d fought so hard to leave at home. On top of that had been Glen’s anger. Something about how it would seethe and fester scared me. What would happen when it exploded? So I ended it and did what I had to do to get an internship in New York with Raven Industries.
Chase Raven scared me too, but not in the same way Glen had. What scared me was how much I wanted him, and the things my body felt when, with a swipe of his hand, he sent a vase flying to make room for me on his hall table with desperate desire that I’d never seen in a man. Lust, I’d seen, but this was like he was going to fall apart if he didn’t touch me. It was exactly how I felt. It was exactly what I’d read about and always longed to feel.
He pulled my shirt off, pushing my bra aside and then he sucked my nipple into his mouth, and holy hell, I was on fire. His fingers pinched my other nipple as he bit and sucked my aching breast, and I swore to God, I felt it right between my thighs. My hips rocked as a torturous need built in my core.
He pushed my skirt up and then yanked my panties down, as his lips followed course, his tongue running a trail over my belly and lower.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my god!
“Are you wet?” he asked hoarsely, as he rubbed his finger through my folds. My body jerked at his touch. Every nerve ending on my skin was firing, and I felt like at any moment I was going to blast off. I loved it and at the same time, I was scared to death. There was no doubt that Chase had tons of experience in sex, and while I appreciated being on the receiving end of it, I didn’t know how to reciprocate. I wanted to touch him too, but my senses were on overload and all I could do was try to breathe and feel.
“Fuck, you’re dripping.”
Was that bad? His tone suggested that he liked it. But maybe it was gross.
And then his mouth was on me there, and I was probably going to hyperventilate and pass out. His tongue was hot and soft on my sensitive core. My hips were rocking, wanting something more.
“Oh my God.” I gripped his head to hold him to me.
“You like that, Sara?” His deep voice reverberated against my center, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
“Yes, oh please…” I was panting as tension grew and grew. I was going to snap or maybe explode.
“Do you need to come?”
I needed him to stop talking and make whatever was happening reach its pinnacle. “Yes. More, Chase… please more.”
He chuckled, and I wondered if what I said was wrong. Cosmo often had articles about letting your man know what you wanted in bed, but maybe Chase preferred someone who was quiet. I bit my lip, just in case.
Then I knew I’d done something wrong when he pulled back and stood. I was getting ready to apologize for whatever I’d done, when he’d undid his pants, shoving them along with his boxers down. His hard length sprung free, and I had to gasp at the size of it. It was long and thick, pink along the length, and a darker plum on the tip. It looked soft to the touch, and I hoped it was when he put it inside me because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to manage it.
His cool gray eyes watched me as I looked at him. “Like what you see, Sara?”
I swallowed hard. I’d touched a man’s dick before, but I’d never seen one. And what I’d felt hadn’t seemed as large as the one Chase was now aiming at my burning core.
He sheathed himself in a condom, then rubbed the tip through my folds and the sensation sent a flash fire through me. I let out a long moan. He brushed his tip over my aching nub, making my hips buck again.
“You’re going to be fucking fantastic,” he groaned. “You’re so tied up. You need me bad, don’t you baby?”
“Yes.” Oh God, just do it, I wanted to say, and at the same time, I was afraid. Would it hurt? Would it feel as good as every sensation running through my body see
med to indicate it would? When we were done, would Chase be as careless with my feelings as everyone else I’d ever let myself be vulnerable with had?
His tip pressed against me, opening me. I sucked in a breath, readying myself.
“Do you like slow or fast, Sara?” His voice was hoarse, the muscles on his jaw were tight, as if he was trying to control his own urges.
How the heck did I know?
Was this like a Band-Aid? Do it fast or would slow give me time to adjust to him?
He pushed in a little further, and I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him.
“Mmm… you’re tight. I like that.” He withdrew, and it was only at the loss of sensation that I realized how much I needed him to fill me.
“Don’t stop,” I begged him.
He laughed, making me feel silly.
He pushed in again, his eyes watching me as he did. His fingers gripped my hips, and he adjusted his stance.
“Ready baby?”
I nodded.
He withdrew again and then surged his hips forward until they were flush against mine. A sharp stab of pain had me gasping.
“Ah fuck!” He growled as his dark gray eyes flashed with shock and glared down at me. “You’re a virgin?”
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