by V. Domino
Who knew that I would go from hating the ground this man walked on to wanting him to fuck me like his life depended on it?
The car pulled up in front of his house and he let me go moving to get out of the car. He came to the other side and opening the door, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the car. Turning briefly, he tapped the glass and his driver pulled off.
Still holding my hand, he took me into the house. I had no words as we walked down his long hallway until we reached the master bathroom. He let my hand go to turn on the water in the shower.
He closed the door and locked it, placing his hands around my waist to kiss me. The sound that came out of my mouth was muffled, and he raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
I started to unbutton his shirt and he grabbed my ass squeezing it.
“I could hear his cell phone ring and he glanced at it before silencing it and placing it on the edge of the sink.
“Jax, what if that was an important call?” I asked.
He chuckled at that, quickly picking up his phone to see what it was. He typed a bit and placed it back down. “We’re good. I promise. Right now I need to focus on you and I don’t want to be disturbed,” he said.
“But things did just happen,” I said, trying my best not to roll my eyes.
“I know, and I will deal with it. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it love bug. I just want to be inside of you,” he said.
Take the dress off,” he said huskily and I obliged not sure where my voice went.
The dress fell to the floor and I did a small dance in my panties slowly parading my assets in front of him, enjoying the lust in his eyes.
By the bulge in his pants, I could tell he was hard as a rock. Just the way I wanted it. His voice lowered, and his breathing got heavy. I reached for his zipper and pulled out what I was looking for. His dick was hard, veins straining against the skin. His face flushed a little, and with that, I got on my knees and took him in my mouth.
He swallowed hard and stuttered a bit, and then his hands grabbed the back of my hair. Both of us were sweaty and needed a shower, but right now having his dick in my mouth was more important. I needed for him to come for me. Then for him to bend me over and fuck me until next Sunday.
I teased the head of his dick and he made a strangled noise, a whimper when I put my mouth around him, and I liked it. Moving my head back and forth, I drew my tongue long and slow, up and down his shaft. Jax showed his appreciation for me by thrusting his dick into the back of my throat. Surprisingly, it didn’t take him long to reach his climax.
He shuddered and emptied his load into his mouth. Once I swallowed it all and licked him dry, I smirked as his hands ran through my hair trembling.
“Did you learn something new over the years?” he said with a smile.
“Maybe,” I said coyly.
“After we shower, I’m going to fuck you so good.”
“Jax… yes, please,” I said with a wicked smile and took his clothes off.
He grabbed the panties I wore, and the tiny fabric ripped under his strong hands
“I’m not going to lie, I’ve been thinking about sex like this with you for so long, but what you just did Mia, absolutely amazing.”
He stepped into the shower the water running down his skin, then he reached out for me to join him.
I got in behind him and let the water run down my body. It was just the way I liked it. He stepped around me so I could get directly under the water and I was grateful for that.
He wrapped an arm around me and kissed my neck softly.
“Tell me what you want,” he said softly.
I smirked. “You can start by bending me over some place in this big house of yours and fucking me nice and hard,” I said, my voice low and strained.
His eyes were lustful and filled with determination. He smiled.
“Oh, I think we can arrange that,” he said. He took a washcloth and some body wash and squeezed some onto the wash cloth. His hands touched me as he began to wash me and if I wasn’t already turned on, I would’ve been right then and there.
We washed each other, both of us lost in our thoughts. His phone rang again and he sighed.
“The rest for the weary,” he said, getting out of the tub and wrapped a towel around his waist. His body was wet and a shiver went through me.
He left the bathroom and I continued washing smiling softly in just how quickly my mind had changed a bit about him. After ten more minutes I got out and got a towel drying myself off and wrapping the towel around me.
I could hear Jax talking on his phone from his office and I knew it had to be about what happened not too long ago.
A part of me wanted to give him privacy, but a part of me wanted to see another side of the ruthless man that had broken me. Tonight he was doing things and I had no idea how to stop it from making me feel what I did.
His head turned as he walked in and he quickly ended the call.
“Come here,” he said. I did what he asked and abruptly, he pushed the stuff on his desk onto the floor.
“Turn around,” he whispered into my ear and I obliged immediately.
His hand trailed over my ass, and he let out a low whistle.
Grabbing the back of my neck, he leaned my body over the desk. He pushed my head down on it, and his other hand trailed softly down my back.
“Having your body in my hands is making me so hard,” he said.
I could feel him roll the condom over his dick and then, suddenly, he pushed himself into me, and I yelped out in pleasure.
He rolled around a bit, toying with me and I wiggled underneath his body.
“Mia, don’t move. You wanted this so I’m going to give it to you.”
With that, he moved fully inside of me, his dick piercing my flesh like a spear. Hitting all the spots that he could, I screamed out his name over and over. Shit, this felt amazing. How did this feel so freaking amazing.
“Oh god,” I moaned out loudly.
“I rather you say my name instead, but for now I’ll let it slide,” he said and abruptly pulled out. I whimpered wanting him inside filling me up. I needed him inside of me.
I felt his lips on me as his tongue dipped inside my pussy, he licked and sucked, and I came. Hard, and my legs trembled as he sucked my clit until my legs went limp.
“No, Mia, we’re not finished yet,” his deep voice whispered, his accent coming out strong.
“But…..” I tried to say, but instead another moan came out of me.
“You’re mine, Mia. Mine! Do you fucking hear me? You’ll always will be mine,” he swore and I could only nod too stuck in this ecstasy to answer properly or have a sarcastic response.
My breasts were pushed against the desk, and he put his dick back in, giving me full and hard thrusts. He pulled out of me. I cursed wanting to kill him for torturing me in this pleasurable way.
With that, he slid his dick back in, and I screamed again as he pounded into me grabbing my ass roughly. My hips were unable to resist pressing back against him as we pushed together. He prolonged it pushing deeper and my pussy squeezing it all, everything I could until I reached an earth shattering orgasm.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he went faster, and I knew he reached his as well.
Each shuddering pulse reverberated through his body, the musky scent of his semen mixing with the heat and the sweat we both had created together hit my nose. A groan eased from his throat, as he finished nuzzling my hair.
I tried to stand up, but my legs were wobbly and I fell over. He laughed loudly before picking me up and taking me to his bedroom. I could see that his dick was still hard and I marveled at it.
I could tell he was thinking what I was thinking as well by the fire in his eyes. They were vibrant with lust.
Gently, Jax placed me on the bed and then he stood over me grabbing his hard erection that grin that I loved and hated so much spreading across his face.
“How can you still be ready to go?” I asked
him.
“It’s a gift,” he replied.
I couldn’t help but laugh at that.
“Play with yourself,” he said, and I obeyed.
My fingers separated the lips of my pussy and I rubbed my clit, flicking my fingers over my tiny bud that was so sensitive.
A moan escaped my lips, and I closed my eyes.
“Look at me,” he said again huskily.
I did what he asked as I slid my fingers in and out of me. Another orgasm began to roll around from my body.
“Don’t you dare come, Mia? That cum is for me,” he said, and I made a whimper almost like a wounded animal as he came over to me.
He slid one finger in slowly, and it was torture. I cried out, and I could see another smirk.
Sliding another finger in, he pumped his fingers in and out until I tightened around them wanting to come badly, but he was denying me the pleasure.
“Please… baby, let me come,” I begged, but he shook his head no, and I sighed from the pleasure. His mouth nuzzled between my thighs. With a grin, his tongue was on my clit and he licked and sucked as waves of pleasure came over me. He took a quick nip on my pussy, and I cried out as his fingers kept pumping in and out of my pussy.
“You can come now,” he growled, and my body listened to him on cue.
“Jax!” I screamed out as I came furiously in his mouth, and he kept at it long after I finished.
Kneeling, he picked me up by my thighs, holding me against the bed, one of my legs draped around his shoulder, his hands pressed along the sides of my body.
“Jax, please for the love of God fuck me,” I muttered.
With one thrust he was inside me, and I screamed out again as my pussy molded to fit his dick. I was sore by this point, but I was also greedy. I didn’t care.
We moved in sync, our bodies slapping against one another. He pushed hard and fast. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I cried out each time he dove in. The deeper he went, the louder I screamed. I couldn’t help it as I started to see stars before my eyes, my head, feeling light as my pussy tightened around his dick once again.
“You’re coming for me, baby?” he asked.
I was devoid of any words, so I nodded instead, and I came hard waves of pleasure washing over me like buckets of water.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned out, as I gripped the sides of the bed, my legs officially giving out on me.
“Fuck, Mia, I’m coming,” he said in a growl.
“So come for me, baby,” I whispered, and he did.
I felt his cum as he came hard and fast and I sighed as our crazy fuck fest ended. I was so exhausted, but after the way this night played out, I really needed this.
Kissing my forehead, he pulled out.
“Thanks for fucking me, I needed that,” I said with a hazy smile surprised at how vulgar he made me.
“Anytime, love bug,” he replied, and he took the condom off and plopped onto the bed.
He grabbed me again and cradled my body to his. Some time has passed, and then he turned where he could face me, propping his body on his arm.
“I know you’re scared about getting involved with me again. I understand, especially after what happened. But I want to try and make this work between us. Yes, I have to clean up the little mess I made, but I swear I would protect you with my life and I would make sure I can keep you as far removed from this as I can. I would go to the end of the earth for you and I’d do it gladly. I’d take a bullet for you. I would do anything you want me to. All I want is another chance to prove things will be different this time than they were before,” Jax said his expression earnest. Something I hadn’t seen since I’ve been in his house.
I was afraid. Especially after watching how easy he could kill someone in front of me. It all came back to me now that we had sex and it did scare me.
“I don’t know Jax. I’m terrified of all of this. I’m terrified of my heart being broken or I’ll end up like Micah…..” I trailed off.
“On my life, that will not happen. You have my word.” He replied.
I didn’t know what to say to that because as much as my heart wanted him, my brain was telling me to abort mission.
“For now can we just be content that you have me now?” I said not knowing what how he would take it.
“I’ll take forever if you’d have me, but for now that’s fine,” he replied.
Kissing his cheek, I laughed.
“Merry Christmas Mia,” he said.
“Merry Christmas,” I replied and I snuggled into the nook of his arm having no idea of what kind of wild ride I was in for, but for the moment I didn’t care.
Kay is an award winning author of romance and young adult fiction. She is from arguably the greatest city in the world. (New York). She is a sarcastic sweetheart who prefers snuggling at home with a good book. Kay is a mom of 3 cubs. Kay indulges in strawberry cheesecake, horror movies, Harry Potter, anime, wrestling and of course a happily ever after.
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I'm in the changing room in Miss Selfridge, trying on this cute little red and white number. It's sexy, it's flirty, and it's just for me because I don't have a boyfriend and nobody else is going to see it. I’m going to the office party tonight and I want to look hot.
Suddenly, there's a loud noise and I can hear one of the assistants shouting at someone. I know it's not me, so I just ignore it. As I'm looking in the mirror trying to work out whether I should buy the Mrs Claus lingerie or not, the curtain that acts as a door in the changing cubicle suddenly opens and this gorgeous man jumps into my cubicle.
He's not even looking at me. I'm mortified. I'm standing there with just a cute little red number on and this handsome man is trying to get as far into the corner as he can. Now some of you may think that maybe I should have started screaming. Listen, it's not very often a handsome man sees me half naked. I'm gonna take as much opportunity as I can for him to look at me. Except he’s not. I don’t think he’s even noticed I’m here.
“Excuse me, sir. What do you think you are doing?” I stand with my hands on my hips clearly forgetting my half naked state for a few seconds.
He looks me up and down. “Sorry, ma'am. I'm just hiding out here. I’ll be out of your hair in no time. There's somebody out there. I don't want to see.:
“Oh, is it your wife? Is it your mistress? Or is it just your girlfriend? Or are you not sure, you can’t remember which one?”
“No, no, nothing like that. I'll be gone in a little while…” He stops talking and he turns to finally look at me. He looks straight at my tits in this little sexy red and white number. “Sexy Mrs Claus, damn that looks good. Who's gonna see that? Do you have a boyfriend or husband? Or are you a mistress?” He throws my words back at me.
Smiling to myself I look him in the eyes. “None of the above, I’m going to my work Christmas party tonight.”
“Oh, is there somebody at the Christmas party that you want to see you dressed like that?”
“No.” Why am I telling him that he doesn’t need to know. “I just want to feel sexy under my dress.”
There’s a loud bang and I turn around and look at the man. “Jesus, that sounds like a gunshot.”
As I say the word gun, he moves his hand from behind his back and I see he has a gun in it. I start to back up until my back hits the wall. “Miss. I'm really sorry that I'm gonna have to do this..” he says as he grabs me. He pulls me out of the changing room. He's using me as a human shield. He's taking me hostage. All of these things are running through my mind and all I can think about is his hand feels nice on my neck. I've never had a man hug me like that. I've always wanted a man to rough handle me.
He moves me and then shouts, “I've got a hostage. I've got a hostage.”
I dig him in the ribs. “There's a back way. We can move through the back.�
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He looks at me, ‘Thanks,” I know he must be thinking ‘what the hell she’s helping me.
He pushes the back door open and the alarm sounds. We’ve only got seconds before the shooter comes through the shop and finds us. He’s grabbed my hand and pulls me along the laneway. “My feet hurt, I didn’t put any shoes on,” I moan. He turns and picks me up and carries me over his shoulder and I think he’s forgotten that this lingerie is really, really, short.
“Everyone can see my panties, put me down.”
“I’m holding you hostage and all you’re worried about is that people can see your panties, I think you’re deranged, woman.” He runs towards what looks like a motorbike.
“Are you fucking serious? You don’t expect me to get on the back of the bike wearing this outfit, do you?” He puts me down as he takes off his jacket. Clearly he does.
“Here put this on,” he hands it to me and then he straddles the bike. “You’d better hold on tight or people are going to see a lot more than you want them to.” He grabs my hand and pulls me so that I have to straddle his bike behind him. He takes my hands and wraps them around his waist and he starts the bike.
Bearing in mind I don’t have much clothes on, actually I only have a pair or lace panties between my throbbing sex and his bike seat, so when the rumble starts I jump. This is going to be hell. I hold tightly around his waist while he pulls away at full speed. As he reaches the corner of the road he shoots at someone and they shoot back. I scream, shit they might hit me by mistake. What the hell?
“What’s going on?” I scream in his ear. He ignores me. He must be concentrating on where he’s going because he is weaving in and out of all the cars and buses on the road. It takes about half an hour of weaving before I start to feel sick. When I get to this Christmas party tonight I am going to drink myself stupid. Hang on, I might not get to the Christmas party. Fuck, I didn’t think of that.
I close my eyes and hope I don’t fall off. Then I can feel the bike slowing down and I wonder how he’s going to stop without us falling off. When he pulls us into a garage and presses a button to close the door, I breathe a sigh of relief. He stops the engine, undoes my hands which are fastened tightly around his waist, and he climbs off before he reaches out and lifts me off.