Into The Sunset: An Erotic Romance Anthology

by Vivian Wood

  “Whoa, cowgirl. If you wanted to cuddle, you could have just asked.” He held her so tight that she couldn’t have escaped if she wanted to.

  But she didn’t. She just wanted to breath him in, and let her forget about Brody. Forget the way he rejected her and her… unusual tastes.

  Diego drove down along the edge of a field, the tree line on her right. She started to wonder where they were going. There was nothing really to be seen from her vantage point.

  “It isn’t too much further, you curious thing.” Diego gave her shoulder a squeeze.

  Diego drove down a little further and then stopped the truck. “We’re here.”

  “Where?”

  “You’ll see. Get out of the truck.” Diego hopped out and walked around, waited for her to get down and closed the door behind her.

  He grabbed Lexie’s hand and led her down a small path, through the woods. The sunlight was streaming down through the trees. It would be setting in an hour or two, but the warmth from the sunlight was still strong.

  Before she could see it, she heard it. Water rushing past rocks and moving. They were near a creek.

  “I come here, sometimes, when I need a break. Or when I just want to be alone. I love it.” He started shucking off clothing before she had a moment to comment.

  “You can swim, can’t you?” Diego was down to nothing but boxers as he waded in. “You coming or what?”

  She watched him, her eyes wide as the waves of water hit his boxers, making them translucent as he waded backwards. She could see the outline of his cock, and even with the cold water hitting it, it was huge. Bigger than she had imagined. And she had imagined it a lot in the past four hours.

  What the hell, why not? She had come this far, ready for the consequences, whatever they may be. She pulled off layer after layer of clothing until she was in her bra and underwear, but she hated wet clothing. So she had a decision to make.

  She unclipped her bra and pulled it off, her nipples hardening instantly as the fresh air met them. She bent down and stepped out of her underwear, her hands gliding down her shapely thighs. She was nude before him, standing there, her completely smooth body barred to him as she walked towards the creek.

  “I wasn’t expecting you would get that familiar so soon,” His grin was absolutely wolfish.

  “This isn’t for you. I just don’t want to get my panties wet.”

  “Now or later, what’s the difference?” Diego skidded his arm across the water, catching it and bringing a huge wave up to splash Lexie.

  She was prepared for it though, and retaliated immediately, sending water flying back up at Diego.

  Lexie ambushed him and dragged him down under, dunking him. Diego recovered quickly, and came up sputtering, grabbing for Lexie and pulling her under. Before she knew it they were wrestling in the water, throwing one another down, splashing and gulping in breaths between laughter.

  He grabbed her to throw her again, but instead she wrapped her legs around his waist, looking up at him.

  “I see you have chosen surrender,” He commented as he wrapped his arms around her.

  “I prefer to call it a change of tactics.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts pressed against his strong, muscular chest.

  Lexie bit her lip and looked at him, enticing him with her sultry eyes. She tilted her chin up and waited for him to kiss her.

  But he didn’t, he bent down and kissed her collarbone instead, waiting a moment and then sinking his teeth into that flesh. Making her scream out.

  It was delicious.

  Diego’s hand snaked around her back, dipping down to her ass as he gripped her firmly, “I’m a kind of dark you may not want to experience, Lexie. I’m giving you the chance to walk away.” He whispered into her ear, his breath hot on her face, “If you get out now and get dressed, I’ll take you home. No questions asked. I need to be sure you understand.”

  “I heard about you, and what you like, Diego. I’m here. I want this.” She turned and kissed him, her lips firm against his as they met, intertwining.

  He took control of the kiss as soon as it touched his lips, crushing hers with his own. She could feel all the places where they pressed, and the little recesses in between those places. There was so little keeping them from really touching, his boxers, the water. She wanted as much of him as she could get, and she wanted it now.

  He must have read her thoughts because no sooner had that crossed her mind did he start to carry the two of them out of the water.

  “I’m going to enjoy you, Lexie. All of you. And whoever told you about me, it isn’t true.”

  “It isn’t?”

  “Oh no, I am much more depraved than they can imagine.” His grin turned wicked as he heaved her over his shoulder and carried her towards the truck, bottom first, pausing only to scoop up their clothing.

  Diego threw their clothing in the back of his truck bed and lowered the tailgate before setting her down. “I thought we could use a room with a view,” He said with a husky lilt to his voice.

  She found herself gravitating towards him as he pulled the tailgate down. His wet boxers were showing the outline of his thick cock, but it was still too much. She wanted to see all of him. She wanted to feel that cock in her hands. In her mouth.

  Diego gave her exactly what she wanted. He reached over and pulled off his boxers, exposing his cock to the warm summer air. He jumped up onto the bed of the truck, staring down at her, his thick cock there, just waiting for her.

  She looked up at him, her eyes wide as she drank him in. He was sexy and built, with a huge dick. The total package. It excited and terrified her.

  “Suck my cock, Lexie.” Diego said, his voice firm and authoritative as he grabbed her by the hair.

  She moaned at the order, hoping for more. Brody never pulled her hair, calling it “juvenile”, even though she craved it.

  A defiant woman, Lexie wrapped her hand around the shaft of his cock and gave it a tug. The result was spectacular. Diego seethed as he came to life. What she thought couldn’t get any bigger did. She sucked in a breath as she looked at it. It was raging and he was huge. She wanted nothing more than to ride him, to feel that big cock inside of her, but she was afraid of whether or not he could fit. Lexie opened her mouth, wanting to tease him a little bit, but he would have nothing of it. He grabbed her hair a little harder and shoved that open mouth over his cock. He pumped in and out of her mouth, forcing his cock down her throat.

  Her eyes watered as she tried to swallow all of his cock as he forced it upon her. Diego pulled her mouth off his cock and let her catch her breath.

  “You are going to do what I say the first time, Lexie. Or I am going to make it very difficult for you. Do you understand?”

  She nodded and accepted his command. “I understand, Diego.”

  “Sir, call me Sir.”

  “I understand, Sir.” She fought back a smile as she said it, the release of control bringing her more pleasure than she ever could have imagined. Lexie watched as he came down and kissed her, his mouth harsher than before, scraping across her lips with a lustful fierceness. Lexie growled and bit his lower lip. She wasn’t going to be an easy sub.

  He grabbed her, suddenly, and threw her over his lap. “You seem like you are going to be a defiant little whore. Let me disabuse you from that notion right now. If you are defiant, you get punished, Lexie. Do you want to be punished?”

  “Yes, Diego. I want to be punished.” She pleaded.

  He brought his hand down hard across her ass, the heat of the blow stinging as she moaned. It brought the release she was looking for. She sucked in a breath and turned her head to look over her shoulder.

  “More.” Her eyes were wide as the grin on his face only got wider. He was hoping she would say that.

  Down came his hand again, the strong sting of the next blow hitting her other cheek. There was nothing there to keep her from experiencing his fury, and she loved it. It was everything she wanted. The feel o
f force against her own skin, the release of the pain.

  “Is that what you want, Lexie?” His deep voice was dark and serious as she reeled from the pleasure of his touch.

  “Yes, please. Yes.” She writhed on his knees, snaking a hand down her body and finding her pulsating pussy. It was dripping wet, her juices coating her own flesh with a sticky sweet concoction. She dipped a finger into her slit and brought it up to her lips.

  Delicious.

  She went for his hot cock next. It was throbbing as she wrapped her hand around it.

  “Dammit, woman. You have no idea what you are doing to me.” Diego reached for his pants and pulled out a little foil wrapper, tearing it in order to retrieve a condom. He slid it over his dick, the white film making the veins in his cock bulge.

  “Oh, I have some idea.” Because you are doing it to me, too.

  “Women like you just don’t exist out here in the country. Very few can tolerate my… tastes.” He grabbed her and sat her upright on his lap. “I want you, you dirty little slut.”

  “I am. I am a dirty little whore.” She cooed, grinding against his cock. “And I don’t just tolerate your tastes. I crave them.” She grabbed his dick and glided it into her tight pussy.

  He pushed against the walls, reminding her of how long she had been celibate. Too long. She moaned as she moved up and down his cock, his hands on her hips. Squeezing her hard, making her completely aware of her surroundings. There was no way he was going to let her be anything but present.

  “Take what you want, Lexie. Ride me.” He let go of her so that she had complete control, surrendering to her.

  She had no problem taking control. Sweat built up on her brow and trickled down her body, even in the cool night, as she rocked back and forth on his hard cock. Her speed increased with every slam of his cock into her. She wanted more, she had to have more of him. She was frenzied in her need, gripping his shoulders tightly as she fell on his cock over and over again.

  “Your cock feels so good inside of me.” She moaned.

  “Just like a nasty little whore would say.” Diego whispered.

  Diego bucked against her with each movement, their bodies coming together as one over and over again.

  “Yeah, baby. You ride me. Take it, Lexie,” Diego growled as he bucked against her when she came down.

  She was so close to cumming. She just had to push a little farther.

  She could feel the pulses of pleasure as they made their way down her body, taking control of her senses. It was so good. She wanted more. Refusing to yield to the building force, she moved faster, grinding her hips against his, forcing the sensations to grow. Diego landed a hard smack on her ass cheek, only increasing the sensations she was feeling. Lexie pushed herself to the next level, her body shaking furiously as she screamed out into the night.

  Her moans and calls of pleasure pushed him over the edge. Diego grunted as he thrust into her a final time, his orgasm coming in waves and spurts.

  She collapsed over him when she was finished, sweat plastering her hair to her forehead, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She was hot and tired.

  Diego gripped her for a moment, but didn’t refuse when she climbed off of him, crawling down out of the truck.

  “What are you doing?” He asked, looked her over.

  “I think we deserve another dip in the creek, don’t you? Besides, we need to talk about the other things I heard you were interested in.”

  “Oh?” He asked, pulling the condom off and setting it aside for disposal.

  With that she was off, not letting him give her an answer.

  She loved being defiant.

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  Belonging to Blake

  (Domination Erotic Romance)

  Aleena Stark

  Grandpa's Cabin

  "Grandpa," I scold, half crying, half laughing.

  "Hey, are you really using up your energy to try and set me up on a date? Just relax and breathe."

  I look at his sunken eyes, tired face, diminishing breaths, and the monitor telling me how his oxygenation is decreasing despite the oxygen-delivering mask secured around his face. Thankfully the gurgling in his lungs decreased when I placed the patch behind his ear and a couple drops of atropine under his tongue.

  I look to my friend Aimee, my fellow ICU nurse, and she recognizes my unspoken request for more morphine. She rushes out of the room to get the medication.

  "I will have a wonderful life," I tell my grandpa trying to let him know it's okay for him to go.

  "I will have a husband and a big family and a little scrawny boy named Henry just like his great grandpa." Smiling at me, he closes his eyes never to open again. Four hours later holding my hand, my grandpa died.

  ***

  Humming along to one of my favorite songs, I peer over the top of my steering wheel eager to catch the first glimpse of sun-kissed mountain peaks. They stand strong and tall just as I remember them from youth, captivating me with their beauty.

  Quickly whipping the steering wheel to the right, my car straightens out on the winding road, narrowly missing scraping the wall as I travel toward my Grandpa's lake cabin. Driving through treacherous mountain roads can be dangerous if you let your mind drift.

  Deciding to enjoy the warm air, I turn up the radio, and roll down my window. The cool air from the car vents dies down as a warm breeze brushes my nose. Inhaling deeply, I barely detect fresh pine, and immediately I become a young girl again riding in the front seat next to her grandpa, off for a summer filled with adventure and fun.

  Summers with Grandpa in his fishing cabin are some of the happiest memories I have from my childhood. Just thinking about the cabin near the banks of his quaint lake eases the tension from tired muscles resulting from long hours in the intensive care unit in downtown San Diego.

  The water is so clear and blue, you can see all the way through to the bottom of the lake anywhere your boat is floating, whether it's three feet or twelve. Being here in the mountains makes me miss Grandpa.

  After two years of him being gone, I finally worked up the nerve to come to the cabin, knowing he would want me to be here in our special place. As an ICU nurse, I know better than most that people are not built to live forever, but that doesn't make me miss him any less.

  No more time for mourning. The next two weeks are about me getting away and enjoying the summer in true Grandpa fashion; fishing, hiking, swimming, and roasting marshmallows late into the night.

  My parents had always been happy for Grandpa to come and whisk me away each summer. Surely, they enjoyed the break from parenting, but they missed me terribly, calling often while I was away. I barely escaped spending my two weeks of vacation time with them this year. While going to Aruba sounds nice, my place is here amongst the trees and lake water. I should call them when I get to the cabin to make sure they made it to the island.

  Driving four miles along a private road, I turn down the familiar pebble driveway. The small fishing cabin comes into view and I take in the wonderful sight of my childhood stomping ground. Almost everything just the way I left it, the cobblestone walking path to the lake deck is a shade lighter than I remember, but the wooden deck Grandpa and I built four years ago after I graduated college is still secure in the water. The gazebo, the fire pit, the front porch swing, everything that I remember from countless summers is just as it has always been.

  Everything at the lake was the same, except one very obvious change. An obnoxious monstrosity of a house is situated about five hundred feet away from my Grandpa's front door. Massive and beautiful, the architecture is impressive. Awed and enraged at once, I wonder what a house like that is doing here?

  All of this land belongs to me ever since Grandpa passed away. The cabin and surrounding twenty acres of forest land plus half of this lake are mine by inheritance. How could it be legal for someone to put a three-story house with a huge wrap around
deck and glass walls facing the lake on my property?

  Slamming my car door shut, I make a beeline for the front door, climbing the stairs of the most adorable damn house I've ever seen. It looks as if it was just prepared for a Better Homes and Garden photo shoot. Expensive-looking teak lounge chairs with white cushions, coordinating outdoor sofa, and a stone fireplace create an inviting area on top of solid hardwood planks, extending from the house to almost the bank of the lake.

  Walking through the outdoor living room, I reach the front door, force myself under control, and knock on the smooth glass door which reflects my wind-blown image back to me. Paranoid about my appearance after my drive, I check my teeth for food in the reflection.

  Listening for signs indicating someone is home, I wait impatiently on the deck. Completely unnoticed, I stand and wait, my temper on the rise. Trying the handle, I find it unlocked and push the door open. Relief in the form of a gust of fresh, cool air greets me as I open the door and call out, "Hello," looking for anyone who will answer.

  Taking in the enormity of the place, two things occur to me: One, I want to curl up on the sofa next to the fireplace with a blanket, pillow, and glass of wine. And two, how it is possible this house was placed on my lake.

  Exquisite high-end furniture is strategically spaced throughout the room. Plush, white linen furnishings, mahogany hardwood floors, and decorative tables and lamps adorn the home. I debate whether or not I should go back to the car, grab my bags, and just move in here. Standing in an open great room that extends all the way to the roof, I see two stacked balconies from the ground floor. Easily, this home is one of the nicest that I have ever seen, but it should not be nestled right against my grandpa's cabin.

  "Hello," I say louder, "is anyone home?" Okay, so that didn't work out too well. It is probably best to let the authorities handle this anyway. I turn around to leave, when a door at the top of the staircase opens and a large, hard-muscled, half-naked man steps onto the lower balcony.