“Take it, open for my cock.” I felt the tremble in her limbs as I held her in place with one hand wrapped around her throat and the other fisted in her hair and drove into her. She had no choice but to accept the battering I gave her tight pussy. I knew I was in her too deep from this angle but was too far-gone to care.
I wanted her to feel me. To feel the strength and power of what I felt for her. I wanted her sore; wanted her to remember me each time she took a step for the next day or so. So far I’d been taking it easy on her. Even when I fucked her hard, I held something back, not wanting to hurt her. She’d brought violence into our bed; she can bear the consequences.
I eased up just a little once her ass was calm again and she was taking me easier. My cock still knocked against her cervix, but it wasn’t at the same rapid pace that I started with. Now I slid into her nice and easy as I claimed her once again with my cock. Now her screams were ones of pleasure, not pain.
I caught her cries in my mouth and felt her pussy ease and soften making it even easier for my cock to find its mark. I released her lips and pulled her head back so I could look into her eyes. I needed her to hear me this time so we could move the fuck on.
“We’re not going to talk about my little fuck up anymore. I said I was sorry, I plan to make it up to you. That’s the end of it. You’re mine, and that’s all that matters. Understood?”
I had to shake her when she refused to answer and her head went back farther as I pulled on her hair so I could keep my eyes on hers. “No more tears.” I softened a little. When I lowered my head, my kisses were gentler, my strokes into her poor abused cunt more tender. She responded by crowning my cock with her juices. “Good girl.”
She fell asleep after and I used the time to turn the boat around and head for home. I’ve been out of the loop with no contact with the outside world for the past three or four days, it was time to get back. We both had shit to do. First, I’ll take care of her shit, and then see to mine. As much as I wanted her out of the bureau, I wanted her to leave on her own steam. Not booted out on the back of someone else’s lies.
By the time she awoke later I’d had some time to think. I’d spent the last few days worried more about her than anything else. Now I could turn my mind to other things. First, although she was looking a little healthier she still wasn’t where I wanted her to be, so she’ll be coming home with me. At least that’s the excuse I’ll be giving her to get her through the damn door without too much hustle.
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We reached home by noon the next day and I took her to my place instead of hers. “We’ll swing by your place tomorrow and pack your stuff.”
“What? I can’t stay here.” Like I asked.
“Yeah, you are.” I slammed the door and engaged the locks before crowding her all the way down the hallway.
“Hank, be reasonable, my job…”
“Will just have to deal.” I took her face between my hands so I had her stubborn ass’s full attention. “I’ve never lost to the bureau before and I’ll be fucked if I’m gonna lose to them on this.” She opened her mouth to argue but I simply squeezed her jaw and drew her mouth to mine.
I took her up against the wall hard and fast, until I emptied my sac inside her. She kept her legs and arms around me, holding me close. I rocked into her as our tongues mated while we both came down. She felt so good in my arms. And now with the shadow of doubt gone I felt at peace. I should probably tell her what’s in my heart, but not yet.
You’d think after the last few days of nonstop fucking I’d be ready for a break, but I dragged her down the hallway to my bed where I fucked her quiet. Each time she brought it up, I threw her to her back or on her knees and took her until she settled her ass down again.
I spent the whole night distracting her until she was no longer stressing over the new living arrangements. After fucking her to sleep again, I snuck into my office and made a call. After my brothers had shared their findings with me I’d made a few calls and had someone looking into clearing her name. I’d only just received the news that it had been taken care of.
My next call was to Jace who I’d left to keep an eye on the fucker who’d set her up. I didn’t want the bureau squirreling him away to safety while I was seeing to her. “He’s still here but we’ve got another problem.”
“What’s that?” He paused for longer than was comfortable before coming back on line.
“How much did she tell you about her meet after you left?”
“We haven’t really had time to talk about that. Why?” I braced myself for what else was coming.
“Don’t fly off the handle. Maybe you should let her tell you herself.”
“Tell me.”
“They basically told her to screw you if she had to.”
My brothers had hinted as much, but I’d been too caught up with the other thing and hadn’t really paid too much attention to it. “You’re sure.”
“Yep, I’m also sure she didn’t agree. They know she wasn’t the one to plant the bugs, but she’s been suspended because she outted herself.”
“What do you mean?” I had a pretty good idea, but why hadn’t she told me?
“She told her boss about you two. Not the local dick, she went straight to the top; Durant.”
“Who gave the order to plant that shit on my boat?”
“Not sure, they’re trying to play it like he went rogue but I’m not buying it. It might’ve been his idea, but someone gave the go ahead.”
“I agree. Good job, thanks.”
The phone rang as soon as we rang off and I snatched it up before it could wake her. “So you’re home.” Well shit! “Hi ma. I guess your spy network filled you in.”
“Nope, I had the doorman on the lookout. He saw you come in on the monitor a good while ago. I was sitting here waiting for my call but since you seemed to suffer an amnesiac attack and forgot my number, I thought I should be the first one to call.” Damn, she’s upped her game; she’s got a new word to torment me with.
“How are you ma?”
“Fine and dandy bring the girl; tomorrow; no excuses.” I was left listening to a dial tone. I looked at the phone in surprise before hanging up. That’s a first. I don’t recall her ever hanging up on me before. I guess that was her way of telling me I had no choice. Crap!
My week was almost up, though realistically, I knew if something had needed my attention I’d have been called in. Still, I was looking forward to spending the last few days at home with her. But that phone call raised a whole other question. Was I ready to take that step? Before this all happened, I was sure of it. Not sure why the hesitation now.
It wasn’t that I had changed my mind. It was more that I didn’t know what kind of mood my woman was in. I figured it would take the next few days to fuck her into submission. As of today she was still being a bit testy. And maybe I should just put my foot down once and for all and stop letting the agent drag me around by my fucking nose.
It was hard to know what to do. Since I had never given much of a fuck before, I was out of my element. My natural instinct is to do as I please, but each time I think of it, I remember her broken look of a few days ago and the shit guts me. “Yeah but if you keep letting that shit stop you, you’ll be Cierra’s little bitch before long.”
That decided it for me. I’m willing to be a lot of things to make her happy, but a bitch was definitely not one of them. I went to check on her and found her still asleep. I took the time to stand and watch her, just take her in. Her color was better and her cheeks not so sallow anymore. I sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to her because the hour or so she’d been asleep was too long to go without her. What a fucking con.
Did all women know how to reel men in? I tried to remember if any of the women in my past had ever drawn even a tenth of what she gets from me and, no. No one else ever has before. So why her, why this one girl out of all the others? She was beautiful yes, but so were all the others. It wasn’t h
er smarts because I never surround myself with anything less.
I sat there seriously trying to figure out why the fuck she makes my heart feel. Even as I was experiencing it, I questioned. What the fuck is this love shit, and how does it sneak up on you? I’m a thinking man, I like answers, but there were none forthcoming. It just seemed to be, like breathing. It was that simple and complicated at once.
She finally felt my fingers on her face and snuggled into my hand before coming slowly awake. Her eyes flew up and landed on mine. For the first few seconds it was as if the last few weeks had never been and she smiled at me. It was a smile I’d never seen before, not even when we were dancing around each other.
It was light, happy, full of joy and secrets. I lowered my head to hers before she came fully awake and remembered that she hated my ass. The kiss was sweet, especially when her hand came up to hold my head in place. I deepened it, glad to leave the past behind, and not willing to give her the chance to pull away again.
“I missed you.” What the fuck? I hope they didn’t find a way to bug my place or there goes my rep. At least I was saying the words while settling between her thighs and lifting another one of my stolen shirts out of the way to get to her.
I sank my fingers inside her and found her still warm and wet from the last time I fucked her. “Hmm, you’re still full of me, can’t give you my mouth this time.” Instead, I used my fingers to bring her to fever pitch while letting my already leaking cock thump against her thigh.
I didn’t give her enough time to form a thought, and kept her lips covered with mine while fingering her to completion. Once she came on my fingers, I dragged them out of her and slipped them between her lips as I slid into her nice and slow. She spread her legs wider, wrapping them around my ass as her arms tightened around my neck.
I held her as close as was possible, and felt my heart do some weird flip-flop shit in my chest. I pulled back in surprise and looked down at her face in amazement. Her eyes were half slits, her lips slightly parted and her chest heaved with exertion. I pulled one teasing nipple into my mouth and sucked down hard. My heart was now knocking against my chest in a mad dash.
I fucked into her deep and hard, but even though I was hitting bottom it still wasn’t deep enough. I reared back on my knees and held her legs open at the knees so I could fuck into her like a man possessed. My eyes were glued to the place where we were joined and I watched my cock stretch her pussy. I pressed my thumb against her fat clit and massaged until her pussy grew wetter and her hips moved wilder.
“That’s it baby fuck my cock.” She strained and moaned and mewled as her pussy swallowed the thick meat of my cock to the root. I moved my free hand around and under her until one of my fingertips tickled her little rosebud asshole. That made her lift her body harder into my thrusts and soon I had sunk my whole finger into her ass. She tried to break my dick off inside her still tight pussy.
Somewhere between her pussy’s death grip on my cock and her first scream, I knew this was more than just a fuck. I felt like she was drawing every ounce of strength through my dick and into her. A rash of wild thoughts went through my head as I bent her double and drove into her mercilessly.
I couldn’t form words, just short harsh grunts like a wild animal. All the while in my mind seeing how I was going to tie her to me. My head and heart were suddenly filled with me owning her, completely. The harder we fucked, the deeper I went the more I fell under her spell. And my head felt like it was about to fly the fuck off.
Something bordering on madness was let loose inside me. Like someone had come along and flipped a switch. I had no control. For the first time in my life, I couldn’t hold shit back. There was an electric charge running from my heart to the very tip of my dick, which was now battering against the opening of her cervix, seeking entrance. My head was hot and my skin tingled like a live wire.
“Fuck, I love you.” Fuck, I can’t believe I just said it like that. I didn’t even know I was going to say that shit, but the intensity of emotions I felt while buried balls deep in her forced me to say the words now. The effect it had on her was telling. Her body contracted and her pussy tightened around me as I felt her warm juices coat my cock.
I held still and enjoyed the feel of her pulsing around me and when she came down, held her head back so I could see into her eyes. How would she react to my carelessly throwing that out there? Better yet how the fuck do I feel? Answer, it wasn’t the shit show I’d expected it to be. I thought loving her like this would make me weak, instead I felt like king of the fucking world.
She was doing some searching of her own with her eyes. There was a look of pure vulnerable innocence on her face. It’s one of those looks that pierce the heart. “You do?” The words were barely above a whisper but the gathering tears in her eyes said it all. Her disbelief made me all the stronger, but there was something I wanted from her before we went any farther. “Say it.”
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She looked scared as fuck, almost as afraid as I thought I would be saying those words to a woman for the first time. I knew that if and when I ever said those words that they would be forever, that the woman I said them to would be the one I spend the rest of my days with. The thought wasn’t as sobering or terrifying as I’d always thought, instead it gave me strength.
She was taking too long to answer, almost as though the words had left her stumped. “Say-the-fucking- words.” I slammed into her with each word until her eyes came back into focus. “You know I do.”
“Not good enough; say it.” If I could say that shit, lay my heart bare, then she’d better…
“I love you too.”
Her face went up in flames just before I covered her lips as if to seal those words between us. If I thought the strength of saying those words meant something, nothing prepared me for what hearing them coming from her lips would do to me. I felt naked, open, exposed. All the things I have protected myself from since I became a man.
“Marry me, now, today.” Well shit, why don’t I just sit this one out and let my dick do the talking? It was too late to turn back now. I was already thinking up ways to make that shit happen. It comes with the territory, someone like me, accustomed to having my way in everything, would never let anything stand in my way. So of course in my man’s mind it was possible. She soon brought me back down to earth though.
“Hank, we can’t” Say what now? I stopped the slow slide in and out of her that I’d been doing all this time while she gave it a thought.
“Why not?” I stared her down, daring her to say some off colored shit to me. She rolled her eyes like she knew what I was thinking.
“We just met.” Is that all?
“Let me ask you a question. Do you really see yourself moving on from me, from us? Do you really think I’d let you?” She just stared at me in amazement. “But that’s just crazy.”
“No baby, that’s just the Mancini way.”
“Do I even get a say in this?”
“Not if what you have to say is gonna piss me off.”
She didn’t realize that she’d already lost the argument. That I knew I’d already won because while her mouth spewed that nonsense, her pussy was saying something else entirely. The shit had a tight hold on my cock like she was trying to strangle the shit out of it and she never stopped juicing. Even while I held still to focus on the conversation, her body couldn’t stop showing me in its own way that it liked the fuck out of what I was saying.
I decided to trust that and the light in her eyes more than the words she was probably only saying for form’s sake. “If you’re thinking about your job, don’t.” I didn’t tell her that I knew she’d outted herself. But if they were planning to use that against her, I had my ways of making sure she didn’t come to any harm through her association with me.
While I was distracted she wrapped her arms and legs around me and turned us over so that she was now the one in control. “What’s this?” I grinned up at her and pushed the
hair back from her face before grabbing her hips.
“First, we can’t get married today, this is New York you need a license.”
I snorted an answer. “No problem, I know a guy.” She did some more eye rolling and I tried to suck her nipple between my teeth.
“I bet; but there’s also your family, who I’m pretty sure would have a cow if you got married without them there.” Shit, she had a point.
“Okay, Saturday then. Leave it.” She’d opened her mouth to say something else but I was done with the conversation. My balls were about to explode and I needed her to move. As far as I was concerned the deal was set. She hadn’t said no, not that I would’ve let that stop me, but it was enough.
With her hips held firmly in my hands I lifted her on and off my cock. I guess talk of marriage is the way to a woman’s heart, because her pussy was drenched and stayed that way the whole time we fucked. I threw her to her back and fucked her until I wrung the words from her over and over before spilling inside her.
I’d jumped out of bed ten seconds after cumming to answer the phone. But hurried back to her, not yet having my fill. I kinda missed fucking her when she was pissed but I’m sure she’ll find something else to get mad at me about before long. It’s a female gene or some fuck as far as I can tell.
I only left the bed long enough to answer the phone each time it rang or to feed her. I awoke early the next morning with her weight sprawled all over my chest. I opened my eyes to the sun peeping through the windows and a feeling of peaceful contentment. Kissing the top of her head, I wrapped my arms tighter around her. This was all mine. The reality hit me in the gut and instead of fear at the responsibility, I felt only excitement. I always did like a challenge.
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