Taking His Own

by Jessica Wildblood

  “Chance, please,” I beg. His eyes meet mine, lit up with a glow that’s achingly familiar. He knows exactly what I need.

  He kicks off his boots and takes off his jeans and his boxers in one go so that he’s standing before me completely, stunningly naked. I can’t help staring at the huge cock that he’s uncovered. It’s not as if I’ve seen hundreds to compare it to – but in all these years no-one’s ever come close to Chance. The thought of being filled again sets my pussy clenching madly in anticipation.

  He steps under the water with me and presses his body close against mine. He’s so tight and hard against me, fitting perfectly against all my soft places. He groans softly and runs his hands down my body. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the entire fucking world,” he says.

  Then he rips the bikini bottoms off me with a sharp tearing sound and flings them aside.

  I’m being pressed back against the hard wall of the shower. Chance’s strong arms are all around me. His mouth is fastened on mine, kissing me so roughly and forcefully that I can hardly breathe. I’m grinding up against him, feeling the thick bulge of his dick, grasping at the smooth hardness of his hips. It’s more than I can bear to be this close to him and not have him in me, stretching me, pounding me. I want to be held down and taken by him until I’m screaming his name.

  Chance’s hand spreads my legs and moves up between them. His finger strokes softly over my clit and I cry out. He stops, smiles, lifts his finger to his mouth and sucks my juices from it. “That taste,” he sighs.

  I can’t take any more of this teasing. I reach out and grip his dick firmly in my hand. Chance shudders, convulses forward and bites on my neck. “Oh – you bad girl,” he groans, as I stroke him up and down, fast and hard. “Fuck, Zara, I can’t wait any more. I need you now. Right now. Do we need a condom?”

  “I’m on the pill. And clean. Chance, I want to feel you inside me right now.”

  “Perfect,” he breathes, biting my bottom lip.Yes. Oh, fuck yes. He lifts me up with his hands under my ass and slowly slides me onto his throbbing dick. The hot water courses down my back, turning the burning pleasure in my pussy into an all-consuming fire. I hold onto his shoulders and hear my own voice crying out, begging for more.

  “Yes, Chance, oh god, please fuck me. Just fuck me as hard as you can.”

  I wrap my legs around his waist and he pins me up against the wall of the shower. His body is gleaming, wet and slippery, light shining from every muscle as he thrusts into me again and again. My pussy contracts around him. It’s almost too much for me. If I didn’t know I’d taken him before, and come on him, and loved it, then I’d be terrified he’d split me in half.

  “You’re even sweeter than I remembered,” says Chance, pounding me harder with every word. The waves of pleasure are so intense I can’t even form words to answer him. All I can do is hold on, let him fuck me, and let him hear how good he makes me feel. “God, Zara, I’m going to make you come on my dick. I’m going to fuck you until you know your sweet pussy belongs to me.”

  He bites on my earlobe and I hear the ragged moans of his breath that tell me how much he’s loving this. It feels so unbelievably good to be this close to him again, to feel him in me, really filling me, hitting me again and again in places I’ve never been able to touch any other way since him, that I’m already close. His groans in my ear and the powerful pounding he’s giving my pussy tip me over. I clutch at his arms.

  “Chance, I’m coming! Oh, I’m coming!”

  My pussy goes mad on his dick, erupting in spasms of total delight. I buck so hard against him I almost fall onto the floor, but Chance has me, holds me, through the long, hard, unrelenting waves of pleasure which rock me like the waves of the sea. His dick fucks me right through it, hard and solid and unimaginably good, and when I finally come down from the pinnacle and start gasping for air he sets my legs on the ground, pulls out of me, turns me around and bends me over to fuck me again from behind. I’m even tighter around him from this angle. I can feel the full length of him, every inch expanding and filling me. I wriggle my hips against him, rocking back and forward on his dick. Chance brings his hand down on my ass with a stinging slap.

  “That’s right, Zara. Keep doing that. You’re fucking incredible.”

  He spanks me again. Pain burns into the pleasure in my pussy, mixing together in an incredible sensation. Chance grabs my hips and starts really pounding me. I press my hands against the wall of the shower for balance, the force of each thrust threatening to send me flying. He’s fucking me with a crazy, animal strength. It’s ten years’ worth of longing driving into me with every thrust.

  I’m starting to feel a new orgasm build when Chance grabs the shower head, pulling it off the hook. He reaches around and presses it directly against my clit. Fireworks immediately erupt inside me. It feels incredible. I can hardly stand straight. I start shuddering and collapsing forwards over the shower head as Chance drives into me, lost between the twin sensations of his thick dick in my pussy and the hot jet of water thrumming directly against my clit. Within seconds I’m losing it, thrashing around and screaming as another orgasm rips through me. As I contract forcefully around him I feel Chance start to come too, hot jets spasming out of his dick matching the gorgeous feelings I’m getting from the shower. It’s too much. I’m almost blind with pleasure. I’ve never come this hard, this long, this intensely, in my whole life before.

  When it’s over I go to sink to my knees, but Chance catches me, holds me up against him and kisses every part of my face to revive me.

  “I can’t believe what we’ve been missing all this time,” I say.

  “Sh. Think about the future now. We’ve got the rest of our lives to catch up on it.” The expression on his face tells me he’s got a lot of plans to work his way through. I kiss him deeply, wishing I could express every part of the feelings inside me with just one perfect kiss.

  “How was that for you?” I ask him. Chance gives me a wicked smile.

  “That was a pretty good start.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Chance

  It’s late in the evening. Zara and I have spent the day rediscovering each other in every position, angle and location we can come up with. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve seen her face dissolve into ecstasy as she comes in my arms. It’s a sight I’ll never get enough of.

  She’s everything I dreamed of and more. She’s a real woman now – confident in her body, unafraid to ask me for what she wants, sexy as hell. But right now, as she lies exhausted in my bed with her face pressed against my chest, she’s let herself grow softer. Vulnerable.

  Every expression on that perfect face intoxicates me.

  I stroke her hair gently, listening to the restful sound of her breathing. She’s beautiful. She’s perfect. She’s mine.

  “I’m still in love with you,” I whisper to her in the darkness. She makes a soft sound as though my voice has just entered her dreams. I don’t know whether she heard me or not.

  I’ll tell her in the morning. We’ve got all the time in the world.

  Three days later, we’re back in London. Mariam’s taking her turn in Mayhew, dropping in on Christine each morning. That frees Zara up to spend her time as my own personal fuck doll. Sex on tap. We can’t get enough of each other. Now that the floodgates are open, it’s like a tidal force of lust has taken us both over. Nothing can stop it. I’m in heaven.

  Of course, I still have to go to work. And it’s all I can do to tear my mind away from the thought of the gorgeous woman I left in bed, purring my name in nothing but a pair of stockings and a wicked smile. But every day at twelve thirty sharp she arrives at Kelsey Technologies, carrying a homemade lunch under her arm and wearing the tiniest pair of lacy panties I’ve ever seen in my life. Or, if I’m very lucky, nothing at all.

  Today, though, Clarissa’s waiting at lunchtime with a stern expression. “You have a meeting at quarter to one,” she says, giving me a hard look. “Don�
�t keep Mr King waiting.”

  “Now, why would I ever do that?” I ask her, grinning. Clarissa’s not impressed. She sashays out of my office with a disapproving expression on her face. A few seconds after she’s gone, Zara comes in.

  Tight black skirt. Low-cut V-neck jumper that clings to her plump, round breasts. No bra. I can see the outline of her nipples, hard and pointed and ready to be sucked. My dick stiffens in my trousers.

  Zara sits on the edge of my desk and opens her legs so that I can see the triangle of black lace just barely concealing her glistening pussy. My mouth falls open. The blinds on my office windows are wide open. Zara grins.

  “Ready for lunch?”

  All I can do is nod. I’m desperately trying to keep my face blank, so that anyone who glances in will see nothing but a casual chat between the boss and his girlfriend perched on the edge of the desk. Zara looks down at my bulging hard-on and slowly licks her lips. “Good. I’m hungry.”

  She lifts one stockinged foot out of her sky-high heels and traces it slowly up the inside of my thigh. My cock twitches. I lean forwards to conceal what she’s doing. Zara pops a finger into her mouth and slowly sucks it back out again, her red lips working deliciously around it. I’m transfixed.

  “Where can we go?” she asks huskily.

  “I don’t have much time,” I say. She pulls on a strand of her hair and pouts, leaning forwards so that I can see more of her luscious breasts. Fuck me. I’m a goner. There’s no way I can resist this.

  I look around desperately for a quick solution and my eyes settle on the stationery cupboard in the corner. I nod towards it. “Get in.”

  Zara raises an eyebrow. She’s weighing up my suggestion.

  “You’ve got ten minutes,” I say. “It’s the cupboard, or we wait till tonight.”

  She tosses her hair. “Ten minutes? With what I’ve got planned, I dare you to last five.”

  She crosses her legs slowly, letting my eyes follow every move, then slides off the desk and saunters across to the cupboard. As she shuts the door behind her she lifts up the edge of her skirt just barely, so that I can get a glimpse of that black lace cupping her ass.

  I wait a couple of seconds, checking the windows to make sure no-one’s watching, then I follow her in.

  It’s dark in here, and the space is cramped. I’m immediately pressed up against Zara’s soft body, the gorgeous scent of her flooding my senses. I grab her at the hips, my fingers digging into those luscious curves, and kiss her roughly. She lets out a gasp.

  “Quiet,” I say. “There’s no lock on my office door. Anyone could come in.”

  In the narrow shafts of light coming through the door I see her grin naughtily. “Perfect,” she mouths. And drops to her knees.

  “Fuck,” I gasp, as she pulls my fly open and instantly closes her mouth over the head of my cock. Zara pulls back and looks up at me with an innocent expression that’s almost enough to make me come on the spot.

  “Quietly,” she reminds me. Her tongue licks slowly all the way up my shaft and back down again. I hold onto the shelves to keep myself steady. She wraps her mouth around my cock and takes me all the way in. And again. And again. I bite on my knuckles. Her mouth is hot and wet and the most incredible fucking sensation imaginable. As she sucks me, she slips a hand down underneath her skirt to touch herself. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  I start thrusting into her mouth as she fucks herself on her fingers. Zara’s bucking her hips onto her hand, almost gagging on the size of my dick, but fucking loving it. She looks up at me and our eyes connect with a pure electric sizzle. I can see the pleasure building up inside her. She’s sucking me harder than it ought to be possible, rocking herself on her hand in time to my thrusts. I’m completely lost in the sight of her. In the incredible feeling rocketing up through my dick. Within minutes I’m losing it, I’m coming, hard and fast and throbbing, shooting hot waves up into the back of her throat.

  As I come in her mouth Zara’s lips contort around me. She’s orgasming on her hand, getting off to the sensation of my dick exploding against her tongue, and she rocks back and forth in a silent frenzy until it’s too intense for me and I have to ease her off my cock.

  Zara sits back on her heels, wiping her mouth. She’s got the filthiest smile. I fucking love it.

  “Five minutes,” she mouths triumphantly. I don’t give a damn how long it took. That was so intense I can still feel the buzz running up and down my spine. She looks a hot, happy mess sitting there on the floor. I’d give anything for the chance to wait till I’m hard again and fuck her.

  Tonight. I’ll have to wait till tonight. It seems a lifetime away.

  I give her a hand up and gently bite my way up her neck. Zara giggles and pushes me off. “Let’s get out of here quickly,” she whispers. “I don’t want to get caught.”

  I poke my head out into the office first. I’m half-expecting to see Martin King standing there waiting for me, but he hasn’t arrived yet. Good. I brush myself off and sit back down at my desk, investigating the lunchbox Zara’s brought me. She follows me out a second later. There’s just a hint of bedhead to her hair which is unbearably sexy.

  “I brought you mee goreng,” she says, a little shyly. “I used to make it down at the Snack Shack. It’s spicy stir-fried noodles. What do you think?”

  I open the box and a gorgeous aroma of spices hits my nose. “I think I could happily eat this for the rest of my life,” I say. Zara’s eyes widen. We both glance away, not embarrassed, exactly, but more pleased than we care to admit to each other.

  “I like it when you say things like that,” she says after a moment.

  “Good,” I say. “I’ll keep saying them.”

  I’m only halfway through eating when there’s a knock at the door. Clarissa comes in first, and is visibly relieved to find Zara sitting chastely on a chair. Not that she’s ever caught us doing anything untoward – but Clarissa knows from experience the sort of thing that goes on in the Kelsey Technologies offices.

  “Mr Martin King to see you,” she says, and steps aside to let him in.

  Martin King is a tall, handsome man with a greying beard and a pleasant smile. Every inch the consummate professional. I shake his hand and introduce Zara as my girlfriend. I can’t get enough of saying that lately. My girlfriend, Zara Jacobs.

  “But of course, we’ve already met,” says King, looking at her with an odd twinkle in his eyes. Zara’s confused.

  “We have?”

  “Certainly, although a very long way away from here. You are the daughter of Adam Jacobs, the notorious conservationist, are you not?”

  Notorious is an odd choice of word. I can see why Zara’s frowning. She glances at me.

  “Chance, I thought you’d spoken to Daddy about your business partners in Sarawak.”

  “Now, now,” says King. He’s suddenly turned on a rather oily charm. “Your father’s not giving me any more trouble in Malaysia, Miss Jacobs. There’s no reason why we can’t be friends in London.”

  She smiles thinly and takes his proffered hand. James comes in a moment later with his usual bluster, and Zara kisses me on the cheek and slips out while King is distracted. Her eyes are worried, though. I know she’ll have more to say about this later.

  James, King and I sit down around my desk to talk business. King is expanding his property development in the Sarawak rainforest and he’s hoping that Kelsey Technologies will invest some money in his company. It all seems fairly run of the mill until the end of the meeting, when he leans forward and clears his throat delicately.

  “I’m afraid there’s just one more thing, gentlemen. Something of a more personal nature. If I may?”

  “Go ahead,” says James.

  “It concerns the young lady who was here a moment ago. Miss Zara Jacobs. Have you known her a long time?”

  “Long enough,” I say. James’s face is instantly stony. I raise an eyebrow, inviting King to go on.

  “Her father is more
than just a conservationist. He has been a thorn in the side of property development in Malaysia for some time. He is a…difficult man, to say the least. We are currently locked in a very nasty legal battle with him over a tract of land which he claims is a valuable orangutan sanctuary. That land is absolutely necessary to our new development. We simply can’t do without it. Adam Jacobs knows this – that’s the only reason why he’s come up with all these bogus statistics about the orangutan population in that area of jungle. I’m afraid… It’s not for me to say. But I know this man and I know his tactics. If I were you, I’d be asking myself some serious questions about the timing of my relationship with Miss Jacobs. When did you meet her? And when did you first start doing business with me? If one follows the other – I would be asking myself some serious questions.”

  “I think that’s enough,” I snap, getting to my feet. James waves me urgently back down.

  “I’m sorry if I offended,” says King smoothly. “I certainly hope I’m mistaken. But I feel I wouldn’t be doing my duty as your business associate if I didn’t let you know.”

  “Thank you,” says James quickly, getting in front of me and quickly showing King to the door. “It’s been a pleasure to meet you. We’ll get back to you by Friday with our response to your proposal. Thank you for coming in.”

  They make their polite goodbyes while I sit and fume and try to restrain myself from jumping up to punch King in his smug, lying face.

  When he’s gone, James turns back to me with folded arms and a grim expression. “Well?”

  “Well, what?” I snap. “Surely you don’t believe a word of that conspiracy rubbish?”

  “It lines up, Chance. She didn’t give you the time of day until after things got underway with Martin King.”