Sliding on a pair of basketball shorts, I made purposeful strides to the bathroom door and gave it three sharp knocks. “Annabelle, get your ass out here right now.”
“Leave me alone, Phoenix.”
“I don’t think so, doll face. Either you come out or I’m coming in,” I informed her.
I heard her huff and then the door swung open. She stomped toward the bed and sat down with a plop.
“What in the hell is the matter with you?” I asked.
“Oh, I don’t know, Mr. Black. Your big muscles have me all tongue-tied. Here, let me just rub my big fake tits all over you and see if that helps,” she said, mimicking Svetlana’s voice while thrusting her chest out and shaking her tits at me.
“You’re jealous, I got that, but what was with fleeing to the bathroom and making me promise not to look at you? What are you hiding from me?” I asked. Her jealousy was flattering, but I knew she was using it as a distraction and I did not care for it one bit.
When she didn’t answer me, I had to remind myself to keep my temper in check. “You are hiding something from me.” It had to be something on her back. My control slipped and my anger roared to life when it occurred to me that Octavius may have hurt her and she was hiding scars from me. I balled my fists and took determined steps toward her.
Her face paled and she started scooting backward on the bed. She pressed her back against the headboard so hard I heard the bed creak. Enough of this crap. “Show me!” I demanded.
She shook her head and pressed herself even harder against the headboard.
“Show me!” I roared and got the exact same response. I grabbed her ankles, yanked her to me, and flipped her over on her stomach before she could even make a sound. Grabbing the hem of her t-shirt, I ripped it up her back, causing a squeak to escape her. When I saw what she was hiding from me, it was like a punch to the gut. The air left my lungs. Emotions clogged my throat. I couldn’t do anything but stare.
I placed my hand on her back and lightly traced the outline of the phoenix tattoo covering her entire back. The same phoenix she gave me for Christmas all those years ago. The same one that was hanging on the wall in my bedroom. It was an incredible piece of art.
I continued to softly trace the lines inked into her skin and quietly asked, “Why were you hiding this from me? It’s beautiful, Annabelle.”
She sniffled. “I was embarrassed. I didn’t want you to think I was obsessed with you like some crazy stalker.”
“Baby,” I breathed as I leaned forward and began peppering her back with soft kisses. “I want you to be obsessed with me, just like I am with you.”
I climbed onto the bed and kissed my way up her back, pushing her shirt up as I went. “Take this off for me.” Surprisingly, she complied. I sat back on my heels, her legs extended between mine, and took in the unencumbered view of her tribute to me.
“I have one for you, too,” I told her. Hers was beautiful, mine was not. Even though it was the result of a drunken dare from some of the guys on base, it was still a heartfelt gesture. As I got older, I could see how she might not find it as flattering as I originally intended it to be.
“Let me see it,” she said, flipping over onto her back, showing me her succulent bare tits for the first time in almost two decades. They were bigger than before, but they were just as firm and perky as they were when she was 18 years old. Her hard nipples seemed to be pointing directly at my mouth.
I placed both hands on her waist and started slowly sliding them up her body. “Annabelle,” I rasped, my eyes fixated on her chest. She looked down and gasped when she realized what she’d done. She moved to cover herself, but I caught her arms and shook my head. “No, baby, don’t hide from me. Let me look at the sweet tits I’ve missed so much.”
“Phoenix,” she whined.
“I’m done holding back, Annabelle. Yeah, we got a lot of shit to work through, but I’ve craved you for 20 years. Twenty fucking years. Nothing will ever make me not want you. You tell me you don’t want me, I’ll get up and walk away, but if you say you do want me, know this, I’m fucking you until the sun comes up. What’s it going to be, doll face?”
She smirked. “I want to see the tattoo first.”
She had me so worked up I didn’t even hesitate. I pushed my shorts down far enough for my hard cock to spring free and thrust my hips toward her face. “There it is,” I growled.
Her mouth dropped open while she stared at her name tattooed down the side of my cock, my very hard, throbbing cock. She reached her hand out like she was going to touch it, the tattoo that is, and then she seemed to realize what else she would be touching and pulled her hand back. “Wh-why did you do that?” she asked.
“Because you own it. It seemed appropriate to put your name on it,” I answered immediately.
Her face crumpled and tears started sliding down the side of her face. That wasn’t the reaction I wanted her to have while my erection was straining toward her lips like a heat-seeking missile. She pushed herself up and grabbed me by my shoulders, pulling me down on top of her. “I’ve missed you so fucking much,” she groaned right before she crushed her lips to mine.
There was no way I could be gentle. I had a lot of pent up sexual tension, amongst other things, that needed an outlet. I pulled back from her, lifted her by her waist, and tossed her farther up the bed. She let out a squeal when she bounced on the mattress. I roughly slipped my fingers under the waistband of her shorts and panties and ripped them from her body.
Annabelle’s naked body at 37 was the stuff fantasies were made of. Her tits were full and perfectly round, topped with rose-colored nipples. Despite having carried twins and having a third child, her stomach was flat and held very little evidence of her pregnancies, only a few stretch marks and a C-section scar. Her hips flared to give her a tantalizing hourglass shape leading my eyes right to her beautiful, bare pussy. I pushed her legs apart and growled, “Look how wet you are for me.”
“Phoenix, please,” she whined.
I slid my hand up her thigh and ran my finger over her slit from top to bottom. Gathering her juices on my finger, I brought it to my lips and sucked. “Mmmm,” I groaned. I reached for her core again, this time slipping one finger inside her. She moaned and wriggled, but I froze. She was tight, like way too tight for a woman her age with three children.
She leaned up on her elbows, panting, “Phoenix? Is something wrong?”
I had no idea what to say. I didn’t want to ask her when she was last fucked. I didn’t want to know anything about her sexual experiences that weren’t with me, but if I didn’t say something, I was going to hurt her and I did not want to do that. I remembered the pain on her face and the tears in her eyes when I took her virginity. It nearly killed me that night and I had no intention of experiencing it again. Choosing my words carefully, I said, “Baby, I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”
She blushed from head to toe and turned her face away from me. I crooked my finger that was still inside of her, making her gasp. “If I’ve got my finger in your pussy, you can damn well look at me.”
She turned her head so her eyes met mine. “I’ll be okay, Phoenix.”
“I’m not trying to be an asshole here, but how is this even possible? You’re as tight as you were when I took you for the first time,” I blurted before my brain could phrase it in a less offensive way.
She narrowed her eyes and shocked the ever-loving shit out of me with her next words. “It’s possible because the night you took my virginity was the last time I’ve had sex. My children were born via C-section, so nothing other than a tampon, my finger, or a small vibrator has been in or out of there!”
Those words from her lips were the death of my control. She was mine and always had been. I was overcome with a primal need to reclaim what was mine. I fell on top of her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth while my finger pumped in and out of her at the same tempo. I carefully added a second finger, scissoring them as I pumped in and out.
; I moved my lips down her neck, down her chest, until I reached her hard, pink nipple. Sucking it into my mouth with fervor, I pulled hard on the taut bud and gently nipped it with my teeth. She clawed at my back, pulled at my hair, and moaned loud enough to let anyone in the rooms beside us know exactly what we were doing.
I switched to her other nipple to give it the same attention while I slipped a third finger inside her. I felt her tense for just a second and then she was back to writhing and wiggling beneath me.
Dragging my mouth down her body, I didn’t stop until I reached her core. Her taste filled my mouth and drove me into a frenzy. I sucked her clit and pumped my fingers furiously into her. “Come, Annabelle, fucking come,” I barked.
I felt her body tense and then she was coming all over my face and hands, screaming my name loud enough for all of Denver to hear.
I couldn’t take it anymore. In a flash, I moved over her and positioned myself at her entrance, ready to slide inside when a moment of clarity broke through the lust that had taken over my brain.
“Do I need to use a condom?” I asked through gritted teeth as my dick screamed at me to move forward.
At her hesitation, I added, “I’m clean. I was tested last month.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
“I need more than that, doll face.”
Instead of answering me with her words, she pulled me forward by my ass as she raised her hips to meet me, causing me to slide inside, all the way to the hilt. My eyes damn near crossed when her tight heat engulfed me, her pussy still fluttering with the remnants of her climax.
I lost all control of myself. I pounded into her with everything I had. She was squealing and screaming and I prayed they were sounds of bliss because it would kill me if I was hurting her.
“Phoenix, oh, oh, I’m coming! I’m coming again!” she shouted.
Damn right she was. I thrust into her hard two more times and then I came so hard it stole my vision.
Panting, sweating, and feeling better than I had in years, I looked down at the treasure beneath me. She was just as sweaty and out of breath as I was, and thank the stars she was smiling brightly at me. “Better rehydrate, big boy, you promised to fuck me until sunrise.”
I threw my head back and laughed at the little minx. “Indeed I did, doll face.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Annabelle
Phoenix softly kissed me before sliding out of my body and walking to the bathroom. He returned moments later with a washcloth and proceeded to clean me.
“I could have done that,” I said, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
“I know, but I wanted to.” He finished his self-appointed task and climbed into bed beside me.
My mind wandered to what Phoenix said about being tested recently. I knew it wasn’t realistic to believe he had been celibate while we were apart, but it didn’t make it hurt any less to have it confirmed. Were there many women? Were they just flings or did he actually have relationships with them?
“So, you’re okay with not using condoms?” Phoenix asked, interrupting my mental trip down the rabbit hole.
“Uh, yeah, it’s fine,” I answered, trying to force my mind to stay in the present and not his unknown past.
“I haven’t noticed any kind of birth control. Aren’t you worried about getting pregnant?” he asked.
Still somewhat distracted by thoughts of him having experiences with other women, I answered, “No, I’m not worried about getting pregnant. I had my tubes tied not long after I left Croftridge.”
Suddenly hovering over me with his nose touching mine, he growled, “You did what?”
“I had my tubes tied so I wouldn’t get pregnant again,” I explained.
“Why would you do something like that?” he yelled, moving off of me and walking toward the window.
“Because I wasn’t going to let another man force me to have his child! Why do you care?” I yelled back. I had every right to have my tubes tied and I wasn’t about to let him make me feel bad for it.
“What if I wanted to have more children with you?”
“What?” I shrieked, my voice a good octave higher than normal. “Are you fucking insane? More children? We’ve spent a few days together after being apart for so many years. Yes, we had sex, but we’re not even together like that,” I said, gesturing between the two of us. “And if that’s not a good enough reason for you, I’m too old and I don’t want any more kids.” I crossed my arms and dared him to challenge me.
And challenge me he did. “Oh, doll face,” he sneered, “don’t lie to me. You remember what happens when you lie to me, don’t you?” I refused to acknowledge his question. Yes, I remembered what happened the two times I told a little fib to him, but that was a different time under different circumstances. I wasn’t going to let him distract me with thoughts of his hand on my ass.
“Keep testing me, Annabelle, you know how hard that makes me,” he said, slowly advancing on me. “Let’s get a few things straight right now. You’re not too old and I think you would like to have more kids, my kids. But, most importantly, we damn sure are together like that.”
He closed the remaining distance between us in three quick strides. Tipping my chin up with his finger, he stared into my eyes as he whispered harshly, “Don’t you dare say different.” Without giving me a chance to say different, he smashed his mouth to mine in a punishing kiss. He poured all of his emotions into that kiss and I drank them down.
Ripping his mouth from mine, he roughly flipped me onto my stomach. With a slap to my ass, he ordered, “Up on your knees.”
I slid my knees under me and pushed up with my hands, only for Phoenix to plant his big palm between my shoulder blades and push me back down. He slapped a hand to my ass and kneaded my cheek while growling, “I fucking love this ass.” He gave my ass one more slap before he thrust into me.
Holding onto my hips tightly, he worked himself in and out of me, hitting all the places that had been grossly neglected over the last two decades. He was so deep it was just shy of being painful, but there was no way he would be getting any complaints from me.
As if he’d read my thoughts, he fisted my hair and pulled me so that my back was against his chest. I reached up and back to cup his head with one hand while the other was braced on his large thigh. Releasing my hair, his hands moved down to hold me against his chest by my breasts.
Pinching and pulling at my nipples, he built me up higher and higher with every touch from his skilled fingers and his rhythmic thrusts. I could feel my body tighten, preparing for my release, and I knew he could feel it, too. One hand slowly trailed from my breast to the apex of my thighs. He rubbed my clit in firm circles, matching the pace of his thrusts. When the tension built to an all-time high, a strangled sound escaped my lips as I exploded in the arms of the only man to ever hold my heart.
Turning my head, I greedily took his mouth while my body continued to ripple with pleasure. While I was coming down, he found his release, groaning into my mouth as he did.
“Phoenix,” I whispered against his lips.
“My Annabelle,” he whispered back, gently caressing my face.
We didn’t need words right then. We both knew how we felt about each other, how we’d always felt about each other. Our bodies conveyed our feelings far better than any words could.
He was true to his word and fucked me until sunrise, each time just as passionate and intense. He finally let me fall asleep in the early hours of the morning and woke me about four hours later. I had no idea how we were going to manage a full day of riding with only a few hours of sleep. It’s not like I could offer to drive for him. Well, I could—Token taught me how to ride a motorcycle years ago—but Phoenix riding on the back of his own bike was as likely as finding tits on a bull.
“Are you sure you’re okay to ride? I can go down and arrange a late check out so you can sleep for a few more hours,” I offered.
“Woman, I’ve already told you, I’m fine. Now q
uit nagging me and let’s go,” he grumbled. I wasn’t sure if he was joking or if he was really irritated with me, but I was leaning toward the latter. I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to irritate him further, and followed him to the bike.
We had been on the road for a little over an hour when we came upon the first construction zone. Traffic was backed up and moving at a snail’s pace. Normally, this wouldn’t have bothered me very much, but it was the middle of summer and I was in riding gear. In other words, I was fucking hot. I was contemplating stripping down to a tank top when we started moving again. We were only delayed about 30 minutes, but I could tell it did nothing for Phoenix’s mood.
Three more construction delays and one major car accident had Phoenix exiting the highway and taking an alternative route. We stopped for lunch and fuel before continuing our journey on a country highway. Phoenix had been relatively quiet the entire day, but he did hold my hand to and from the diner and he gave me an inappropriate for the public kiss after he filled his gas tank. Just those few little displays of affection gave me more comfort than I cared to admit. He was probably just tired and I was overreacting.
Feeling a bit better, I took the time to take in the scenery. I had never been through this part of the country. While I didn’t think I would like living in the Midwest, I was thoroughly enjoying passing through. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around Phoenix’s waist, giving him a little squeeze.
“You okay, doll face?” he asked, scaring the absolute shit out of me. I was so absorbed in my own thoughts and the gorgeous views, I completely forgot we were connected via Bluetooth.
“Sorry, your voice startled me,” I cleared my throat, my voice a little hoarse from not being used. “I’m fine, just wanted to give you a hug. It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it’s beautiful, but I’d much rather be closer to civilization,” he grumbled.
I leaned back in my seat. I wasn’t going to let him spoil my good time. He could grumble and gripe all he wanted, I was going to cherish every moment I could. I pulled out my phone and started snapping pictures. Hopefully, I could print some and have a nice collage for the wall in my drawing room.
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