by Zoe Blaze
“Watch that tongue,” he warned.
Subconsciously, I ran my tongue over my soft pink lips and didn’t even realize. Yeah, Christian brings out a hunger I didn’t know I possessed.
I focused on the meal before me. You could cut the sexual tension in the air with a knife.
He grabbed his plate off the counter, then walked around sitting beside me. His cologne dangled under my nose. I stared at those sexy lips as we ate.
“Christian, you mentioned you were single.” I bit into a strip of bacon.
His green eyes met mine. “Yeah.”
“How long have you been single?”
His sexy lips turned upward. “I’m not single anymore.” He winked.
My heart fluttered. How I wish that were true and the stranger, Christian, was mine. Emily, you didn’t come to Cole mountain to be saved by this sexy hunk of man. You came here to distress and sulk over Ross who broke your heart.
I can’t help notice how Christian’s eyes stare at me with more than desire, but a longing for something more. My stomach was doing cartwheels in the beast of man’s presence.
“Christian, answer the question.”
“Fine,” he huffed.
He sipped from the steaming hot cup of cocoa. “I’ve only had one girlfriend in high school. I admit I have played around quite a bit.”
My eyes widened at his honesty. Of course, the hot, sexy, muscled man had never settled down. Why would a man like Christian Cole want to be with one woman?
His large hand swiped the side of my cheek. “What’s on your mind sweetheart?”
My smile rose and fell. “I’m living with a stranger for however long we are snowed in.” Our eyes locked.
“You’re safe with me. No harm will come to you.”
I stood, fists clutched at my sides. “Christian, if you tried to harm me, I would put up a fight. I’m a New York girl, I’ve run into a couple of muggers before and busted some balls.”
Christian threw his hands in the air, surrendering. “I bet you would put up a fight sassy.”
Christian stood, towering over me.
He raised my chin with two fingers staring square into my gray eyes. “That spunk and fire burning inside you is what is so fucking attractive.” His lips crashed against mine.
“Wait till I catch your ex,” he breathed, running his lips across mine.
“He’ll wish he never hurt you.”
My hand flew over the bandage on my head. “Ouch!” I swayed to the left.
Christian swooped me up into his arms.
“Shit! I probably should have insisted you remained in bed today. Dr. Henson said you’d have some discomfort. I can start a fire upstairs or in the living room.”
Being wrapped in Christians embrace comforted me. I didn’t feel threatened. And I didn’t think Christian would do anything other than protect me. I mean, he had a doctor check my injuries. My hand swayed his chiseled back. “On the sofa would be fine.”
Christian laid me on the soft grayish blue sofa. He buzzed around the house, ensuring I was comfortable. Before I knew it, I was lying on two feathered down plush pillows and a fur throw covered my slender body. Christian insisted I take two aspirin. He kneeled fireside tossing logs into the orange and blue flames warming the oversized, yet cozy living room. He glanced over his shoulder at me flashing that perfect smile. My eyes fluttered open then closed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHRISTIAN
Spending time with Emily has opened my eyes to new beginnings. Staring out the living room window, I marveled at the sight of the fluffy snow falling so perfect from the sky. Finding someone special helped me see everything in a new light. I’ve lived on Cole Mountain most of my life and I’m enjoying this place called home more now that Emily’s here.
Stealing another look at the beautiful woman who made my heart skip a beat, I clutched my fists at my sides, the beast within was dying to be free. The need to be between her legs again, tasting her cunt made my cock rock hard. There’s no going back to New York City for Emily Santer. She’s staying right here with me in my castle. I looked forward to introducing her to my family. My pulse raced at the thought of planting my seed deep inside her sweet, tight pussy.
I bet she was shocked I was honest about my whorish ways. None of those women meant anything. I’ve kept to myself. I haven’t slept with a woman in months. Rare for me. I was fed up with women who wanted to hang on my arm because of who I was instead of getting to know who I am. This is the first time I’m letting a woman in, the right woman into my heart.
The fire simmered. I better gather wood out back. I climbed into my winter gear, then walked into the dimming outdoors. I trudged through the snow toward the wood pile. I wished Emily was awake to watch the sunset over Cole mountain. The wind whipped across my face as I turned back, staring at the monstrous mountain running through our quaint town. The knee-high snow covered my boots as I marched toward the front door. I stumped my feet on the log porch, before entering the house. A gust of ice cold, howling wind blasted across the room before I could kick it shut. Emily wasn’t on the sofa. I didn’t want to crowd her so I didn’t call out to her. After, dropping the logs on the side of the fireplace, I shed my heavy coat and boots. I kneeled fireside tossing new logs into the low flames.
I heard footsteps lightly, padding down the wooden steps from behind. A soft hand squeezed my shoulder.
Staring up into her gray eyes took my breath away. The most beautiful woman I ever saw stood before me dressed in my oversized T-shirt and basketball shorts. My hard cock pressed against the stitched seams in my jeans.
“How do you feel?”
She smiled. “Better.”
“Have a seat.” I patted a spot on the oversized black bearskin rug in front of the fireplace.
I sat beside her wrapping my arm around her waist. Leaning over, I caressed her cheek. The flames reflected in her gray eyes. I pulled her lips into mine. The force of my kiss pulled a deep moan from her soft body.
Emily pulled back clamming her eyes shut.
“Open your eyes, Emily.”
Those beautiful eyes opened wide staring into my heart.
“I have no intention to be with another woman. I was serious. I only plan to be with you. You are the only woman who will ever get this cock. You have my word.”
Her eyebrows rustled together, and she swallowed hard.
Emily looked as if she was warring with herself.
I smiled. “I have something for you.”
I didn’t wait for her reaction. I reached over retrieving the newspaper from the coffee table.
“I want you to know I’m not some stalker living out here in the woods.”
She grabbed the newspaper from my hands.
“Christian Cole returns to Cole Mountain,” she read.
“You don’t look happy in the photo.”
“I wasn’t happy. I didn’t want to come back. Now I’m happy I came back because I met you.”
Emily blushed. She returned her attention back to the article.
“You own a brokerage firm in New York?”
“Yes. I was traveling back from the office when I spotted your smoky truck on the side of the road. I hadn’t been to New York since I opened the office. I originally worked at a large brokerage house in New York. I grew tired of jumping through hoops for someone else. I decided to open my own office. I left my friend Chad, who left the other firm with me, in charge. He’s someone I trust. Mainly, I speak with clients from home. I told Chad I never wanted to come back to New York. I guess in a way I missed the small-town feel of Cole Mountain. So, I missed home but wasn’t ready to admit it in that picture.” I pointed at the newspaper.
Emily smirked.
“Anyway, I had a meeting with the SEC the Security and Exchange Commission. They wanted to ensure my business was legitimate and not some shell company. I was told I would need to return every six months and run at least one transition on the premises.” I shook my head.<
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“Maybe you can visit me sometime.” Her cheeks flushed over.
“You can go home and visit in six months when I return to New York.”
Her eyes widened. “Chris…”
My mouth covered hers not giving her the chance to tell me she couldn’t stay.
“I don’t want to hear it, Emily. I told you before.” I ran my tongue across her lower lip.
“You belong to me. You’re not leaving here.”
She sat back pouting. “Oh, that didn’t sound serial killerish at all,” Emily grimaced.
I snatched the paper from her hand tossing it aside.
“Emily, you know who I am.”
She moved from the rug to the sofa. “No, I do not. Just because you are Christian Cole oh that’s supposed to make me feel at ease. You could still be a murdering man who chops people up and buries them in his backyard.”
I laughed standing to my feet. I peeled the black long sleeve shirt down my arms throwing it to the floor.
I watched how she reacted to my every move. Her lips parted as she watched me undress. I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down my legs. The second I threw them across the room my long, thick, hard cock strained against the cotton boxers. Emily ran her hand along her collarbone as her chest heaved up and down.
“My sweet virgin Emily.” I dropped my boxers and my veiny thick cock bounced up and down before her.
She swallowed hard then her pink tongue slid over her lips.
An evil laugh expelled from deep within. “He’s all yours sweetness.” My large hand stroked my long, hard cock. I stepped closer.
Emily instinctively leaned forward slowly wrapping her hand as far as it would go half way around my big cock. Her lips sucked the tip of my pink mushroom head. Precum dripped from her lip.
“He’s yours, Emily. Only yours.”
She sucked the head of my cock and released a throaty moan. It was like she was waiting for those words. She needed to know I only belonged to her. I thumbed her pink cheek as she took more of my thick cock into her warm mouth.
The sight of her beautiful mouth stuffed to capacity with my cock was a sight I looked forward too often.
I slid my cock from between those precious lips.
“I want to see you completely naked sweetness.”
Emily wrapped her arms across her body.
CHAPTER EIGHT
EMILY
For a moment I considered making a mad dash. I swallowed hard pondering on his words. What was I doing? No man had ever touched me like Christian had. Somehow, I felt safe and free with him. Christian said he belonged to me. The sincerity in his eyes when he said those words made me believe it was true. Christian Cole was my big sexy, rippling muscled mountain man. I met his gaze.
“Sweetness, take them off,” Christian whispered.
His words were sexy and cunning this time not demanding and full of power like the first time.
I swept the T-shirt over my head exposing my C cup sized breasts. I pulled the shirt over my chest, covering myself.
Christian dropped to his muscular knees. Slowly, he ripped the shirt from tight grip placing it on the sofa.
His fingers slipped through my black tresses. “No man gets to know your body or this pussy but me. This isn’t a one-night stand. You are the woman who I was meant to be with.” Christian peeled my hands from my chest placing them at my sides.
His emerald green eyes marveled my breasts. “There beautiful Emily.” Christian's lips grazed mine.
“I can’t wait to hear you scream my name. Remove the shorts and show me that pretty pussy again.”
My heartbeat quickened and my voice caught in my throat. The darkness outside now encased the large log mansion. The only light surrounding us was the light from the fireplace.
“Christian, I would never do this for any man.”
“I know sweetness only me because you belong to me.” His soft lips teased along my neck.
“Only…you Christian,” I panted.
He exhaled and cupped one breast in his hand taking the pebbled, pink nipple into his mouth. His teeth clamped down onto the taut nipple forcing me to cry out with need. He moved to the other nipple.
“Shit, Christian.”
My body heated from the inside out. My body came alive in ways I didn’t know it could. I never let Ross take things too far. I was beginning to think I didn’t because deep down I knew he wasn’t the man for me. Christian sank his thumbs into the waistband of the shorts. I ran my fingers through his brown locks as he slipped the shorts under my ass and down my legs, over my feet. Christian sat back pushing my knees open.
“I want to see the fire reflect off your beautiful body.”
I sat posed allowing Christian to see all of me.
“Baby, your body is a knockout.” He licked his lips then flashed that devilish smile.
Fuck he’s sexy as sin.
His rippling muscled frame glinted in the flames.
“Look at the sweet nectar all soak and wet. I love knowing I do this to you.” His eyes met mine.
“You want to ride my cock, don’t you?”
I dropped my eyes.
“Emily, it’s ok as much as you want to ride my cock is as much as I want to watch you take all of this fat, cock inside your tight, wet cunt.”
My chest heaved, and I lunged at Christian with a need I didn’t know was inside me. My fingers caressed his prickled face while my tongue caressed the inside of his mouth. He moved closer pulling me into his arms. My wet sticky pussy rubbed against his eight-pack abs as he lowered me onto the warm bearskin rug.
“Let yourself go and enjoy every moment tonight. You will take every inch of my thickness. I can’t wait to watch you slid up and down my long, veiny cock.”
The firelight bounced off his dick. It was humongous. How did he plan to fill me with his monster cock?
His fingers slid over my curves cupping my ass. Christian stared into my eyes taking my lips again.
“Tell me how bad you want me, Emily.”
His lips brushed along my collarbone.
“How bad do you want to cum in my mouth again?”
Christian’s fingers slipped along my hips, then within the folds of my pussy.
I whimpered. “So bad Christian. You eat my pussy so good. Only you can make me feel so fucking good!” I screamed.
Christian’s tongue slithered around the curve of my breast.
“I know, baby. And I need to taste that sweet fucking pussy. I can never get enough of you, sweetness.”
Christian's lips glided down my belly. The prickly hairs on his chin tickled. He circled his tongue around my belly button. My pussy reacted to how close his mouth was to my mound. I raised my hips off the bearskin rug, circling my pussy against his rock-hard chest.
Christian lowered his lips, kissing my mound. I sat up on my forearms watching intently as he took his time with me. I was in heaven. Every inch of my body tingled under his touch. His sexy green eyes stared into mine accompanied by that devilish smile.
Eagerly I watched as he sucked my clit. What a fucking beautiful sight. The fine ass Christian pleasuring me in ways I didn’t know was possible. I shuddered at the warmth of his tongue indulging in my sweet pussy. I dropped my body against the soft rug as he sucked my folds, pulling my pussy lips into his mouth.
“Christian!” I yelled, running my fingers through my dark tresses trying desperately to catch my breath. His slick tongue slid up and down my slits with ease.
Christian’s arms were wrapped snuggly around my thighs. There was no escaping his hold not that I would ever want to.
“Your sticky goodness is only for me!” He growled.
I arched my back lifting my pussy to his mouth. Christian dove his tongue into my tight wet hole. I fucked his tongue. I cried out again as his tongue pushed deeper inside me.
“Rub your breasts, Emily.”
I did as I was told. The combination of his slick tongue slithering around my clit
and my hands massaging my supple breasts sent waves of electricity throughout my body.
My head slammed from side to side as I shuddered underneath his powerful tongue.
“I can’t let you go, Emily.”
“I don’t want you to Christian.”
My eyes popped open. “Oh fuck. I’m cumming!”
My cum pooled to the surface. Christian groaned as he lapped up every drop.
He circled his fingers around my clit as his tongue slipped along my ass lightly sucking my tight hole. He slid his fingers through my slickness, widening my lips. Christian sucked my pussy then returned his attention to my clit as he slipped a finger into my tight hole. My ass trembled in his wake. The pleasure was endless. I sucked my lower lip into my mouth locked in a total state of ecstasy.
“Who do you belong to?” he growled.
I stretched my hand toward him, brushing my fingers along his cheek. “You Christian. Only you.”
His strong chiseled facial features never weakened. “That’s right. No one touches what’s mine. I’ll break their fucking hand if they do.”