by Pamela Ann
Chapter Eighteen
Cruz
Serena’s lips parted as if to argue before she shook her head in disbelief, dumbfounded.
Everything I had just said was true. For weeks, I had struggled to stifle my feelings for her, but it seemed like the more I wished them away, the harder it was to banish them. So here I was, standing before this seemingly confused woman who had irrevocably captured me, with no clue as to how to proceed with this delicate matter.
“You’re … You’re getting married!” she lashed out, condemning. Her struggle was apparent in her beautiful face.
“I broke it off. I had to—needed to—once I realized how deeply I felt for you.”
“Oh, God!” she gasped as if I had struck her before immediate horror marred her stunning face. “You couldn’t—you shouldn’t have—”
“It’s already done.”
The urge to pull her into my arms was so powerful it almost made me weak. What was it about her that evoked such severe emotions? I could never figure it out, yet I was bound to it—to her—and she had clue of her influence on me.
“When?” Her eyes bore into me, filmed with moisture. “When did you do this?”
Her candid reaction only proved how good her heart was. I knew I had thrown a few horrid accusations, but it was all done out of jealousy.
Yes, for the first bloody time in my life, I could admit that I was a jealous man these days, be it over Archer or any man, for that matter. It was baffling, yet it was something I couldn’t control. Serena had utterly taken over my life.
The thought of Ivy and breaking our engagement didn’t pan out as well as I had imagined. She was distraught, understandably so, but I had conveyed where my position was and how arduous it had been for me to pretend I hadn’t begun to have feelings for another woman.
Ivy was a lovely woman, but I had realized she wasn’t for me.
I wanted—agonized—for the woman who was eager to be with me in the beginning, but I had failed her by pushing her away and treating her callously. From here on, I vowed to make amends, even if the very thought of Archer touching her lit me on fire. If I had to win her once more, I would in order to show her just how much she meant to me.
“I saw Ivy yesterday … hours before I asked you to dinner,” I divulged.
“Oh, Cruz …” she whispered before bracing herself as she backtracked and fell on the bed in a sitting position with a dazed and confused expression on her gorgeous face. “This is awful, just awful.”
Watching her clearly distraught made me feel like a total heel. Never had I wished to be in such wretchedness. I was dealing with it—with this—in the best way I was capable. There was no way I was going to be with someone, let alone engaged, if my waking thoughts were hounded by another woman. Coming to terms with it was a hardship, given the short amount of time we had known each other, but it was how I felt, and there was no denying it.
I wanted her, all of her, and I wasn’t going to stop until she was mine and mine alone.
“I’m desperate for you. I can’t stop. God knows I’ve tried to fight this off, pretending it was a simple attraction between us. But each time I look at you …” I paused, overwhelmed by it all. Then I took the steps towards her and fell on my knees as I held her soft, delicate hands while my eyes sought hers, beseeching. “You feel it, too, don’t you?” I whispered as my eyes roved about her face.
Her lips parted. She was about to say something before she licked her lips, instead, hesitating.
“I …” she began. “I felt it the second I saw you, but—”
No buts. I wasn’t going to listen to or accept a but. Not at a moment like this, not when I was on my knees, imploring for her to hear me out, to understand where I was coming from when I so callously rebuffed her claims.
I couldn’t go on denying myself what this connection with Serena would and could become if she would only so graciously give me another chance to prove to her that I was worthy of her attention , that I was far more serious with her than Archer ever could be. All I had to do was show her how heartfelt my sentiments and intentions were.
“I beg of you not to abandon this opportunity to let me prove to you that I can be worthy of your consideration.” My gaze fell on her heaving chest, showing me what my mere touch was doing to her.
With my hands still on her face, my eyes connected with hers for a mere second, and then I stood and bestowed a punishing kiss. My heart leapt at the slight shiver of her body, driving my need to another level. Growling in earnest, the punishing developed into a visceral kiss I could barely control as my cock twitched in my trousers.
All I could feel were her lips and her warm, pliable body as the pungent scent of arousal hung heavily between us.
Hastily, my body pushed against hers, guiding her towards the bed then pressing her against the mattress, caging her in. Breaking our kiss, my lips sought the nook of her neck as she released an erotic, pleasurable sigh, making me even more determined to evoke melodic sounds from those puckered lips.
While my hungry hands explored her supple, covered mounds, an animalistic growl emitted from me. I reached the ends of the triangular squares that barely concealed her breasts and shamelessly ripped them apart.
“Holy shit, Cruz!” Serena gasped, momentarily coming out of her arousal. Then her eyes caught mine, and she shut her beautiful mouth.
“You look like you’re about to eat me alive,” she shakily whispered, licking her lips.
I could have responded with something light and playful, but I didn’t. What I felt in that instant was far from light, and God help me, playing was far from my mind.
This was …
This was game over.
This was what a feral man would feel, in essence, if he caught something precious, something he had yearned for more than the air he breathed.
Serena was right. I was about to devour her … every inch of her delectable body. I was going to feast on her glowing skin, disheveled hair, blushing cheeks, eyes heavy with arousal, and her luscious breasts with those dusky pink nipples.
Reaching out so my thumb could brush against her right nipple, I didn’t let my eyes waver from her gorgeous face. “Do you like the way I’m touching you, Serena?”
She meekly nodded, entranced. “Yes, very much.”
As compelling as it was to free my cock from its constraints, I knew it would derail me from my sole purpose tonight. I wanted to slip into her sweet cunt and fuck her from dusk until dawn, but I didn’t want to scare her off. Serena must know my touch apart from other men’s.
A flare of anger sparked inside of me at the thought of Archer relishing the same view as I was at this moment. I instantly pushed the wretched thoughts away. Nothing—no one—would deter me from having Serena.
With the use of my forefinger and thumb, I roughly pulled against her nipple, wanting to see how she responded to the rewards of pain before pleasure.
“And this? How do you feel about this?” I rasped out as my cock rebelled in my trousers, demanding to be freed.
“I love everything you do to me.” She bit her lips as she lifted her emerald gems towards me, enticing, challenging.
“Spread your legs,” I commanded.
She followed my directions, spreading them wide, showing me her red silk thong, which emitted a loud growl from me. Though my self-control was at the breaking point, I wasn’t ready to give in to my baser instincts. Not just yet.
With my eyes fully glued on the sight between her thighs, I took a shallow breath. “Push your thong aside. I want to see all of you, Serena.” My heart was madly thumping against my chest as I watched with bated breath while she reached between her legs and pushed her thong to the side, giving me a full view of her bare pussy, the lips moistened from her arousal.
The need to secure my mouth to those heavenly lips was strong, but I opted to tease her even further by using my middle finger to touch her sweet button, instantly making her pant in earnest and moan my name. My fin
ger circled her nub before it glided lower, past her vaginal entrance, and then I dragged it back up again towards her trigger button.
Unblinking, I took my finger and brought it to my mouth, tasting the essence of her womanhood. “You taste divine.”
Just before she could react to me, her bedside phone began to ring.
My brow arched, partially challenging her to take the call or continuing from where we were interrupted. If it were up to me, I would have chosen the latter. Since the woman before me had a mind of her own, though, she took a deep sigh before rolling over to her stomach, stretching and arching her body to reach for the damn device.
Before she took the call, she apologetically mouthed “sorry,” which did nothing for my wavering resistance and patience.
“Hello?” she said into the receiver before a serious frown crossed her face. “Aaron?” she whispered as if she couldn’t believe who was calling her.
She as so caught in the conversation she somehow neglected that she was with another man.
Who the bloody hell was Aaron? There was another man in the picture?
My jealousy flared to new height. I wanted to demand right then and there who the twit was, yet not having secured her as my own, I knew a display of possessiveness would make her turn away from me forever. Therefore, I did what any reasonable man would do—I had to figure out a way to win in this wretched situation. Of course, I had to deviate by deciding to take my clothes off. All of them. What else was a man to do?
One thing I had learned about women was to never under-appreciate the power of skin and the alluring sight of a man’s impeccable physique. I knew how Serena had reacted that night when she had found me almost naked with a measly towel to cover the important bits that I was proudly showing off now.
My cock was beyond engorged; it was swelling to its full, potent potential, twitching from the intensity of Serena’s wanton gaze.
“Can I call you back … um … later?” Serena rushed out, blushing profusely as she tried to concentrate on the conversation yet failing miserably, obviously distracted by my naked body.
Without another word, she simply hung up the call, her eyes, body, and all of her senses finally honed back to me, as it should be.
“I need you …” Her eyes lingered on my proud, rock hard length. “I need you inside of me.”
I wanted to ask if she was sure that it was me she wanted and not Aaron, but I bit my tongue and focused on what she had begged me to do. She wanted my dick. Her eyes showed me just how much. If I was cruel, I would let her wait a while, but I relented because her need echoed mine.
She was wanton, and I loved the fact that she was shameless about it. Even though I was pleased with her eagerness to carry on from where we had halted, I couldn’t help feeling that some of the magic we’d had earlier had been tarnished by that damning call, a call that had planted a seed of doubt in my already worried mind.
How many men was she entangled with?
I took a moment to ponder, questioning her with my eyes. With her beguiling beauty and easy charm, I would guess it could be quite a bit, which only made things dire for my part. I didn’t fucking share my women, and I wasn’t about to start with Serena.
Meaning to temporarily banish the very idea of sharing her with others, I proudly stroked my cock before her, jerking it several times. Then I situated myself between her thighs, gripping the base of my cock and slapping her cunt a few times before unapologetically sliding into her and immediately stilling at the exquisite feel of her, temporarily shocking me to the core.
“Bloody fuck, Serena. This is the tightest cunt I’ve ever felt,” I rasped out, almost out of my mind from pleasure.
My blood soared. My mental state was elevated beyond transcendental comprehension, and I so badly wanted to fuck, take as much as her body was giving me, but I didn’t want to hurt her. She was too tight, unbearably so.
“Please tell me you’re okay.” I began to worry.
“I’m fine,” she assured with a nod and a smile. “I swear, Cruz, if you’re planning to stop, I’m going to murder you in your sleep.”
There was my fiery, beautiful lass. Her comment made me grin like mad.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I beamed before capturing her lips once more.
I thrust my hips farther into her body, so much deeper than I was before. My cock could feel her muscles clenched around my girth, making me groan from the very exquisite sensation of her sweet cunt stretched to its limits.
Finding my pace, I gradually began to fuck her slowly with one hand holding the side of her face while the other gripped the side of her hip, holding it down so I could plow into her more acutely.
Her body accommodated my length, and I could feel her body quake, shivering against my own.
“Holy hell,” she moaned as she pressed her heels against my buttocks, openly expressing how much she loved my cock while her hands took hold of her breasts, erotically squeezing them as I fucked her harder.
It was surely a distinctive level of beauty when a woman could display her sexuality without being nervous. It took our lovemaking to a new platform, somewhere a man could stretch his imagination for both our pleasures without reservations.
As much as I relished being this intimately close to her, I felt as though I hadn’t fully possessed her body, mind, and soul, and the animal in me desperately needed to fulfill that.
In an arduous moment, I pulled out of her tight pussy and swiftly flipped her on her stomach before spanking her nice, rounded bottom. “On your knees and lift that tight arse for me, Serena.”
She twisted her head to gaze at me before biting the bottom of her lips, getting on her knees, and lifting her supple derrière. Then she spread herself wide for me, showing me just how willing she was without a word of objection. Her puckered hole and vaginal opening simultaneously clenched as she patiently waited for my next move.
Guiding my cock towards her drenched clit, I let the bulbous head of my dick glide through her juices, wetting her already aroused sex before dragging her silky essence towards her other opening. I could tell she was shocked at my gesture because her body fleetingly froze before she released a sigh of relief when I reverted back to her clit. Repeating this move several times, I let her get used to the feeling of the tip of my cock as I efficiently lubricated both holes with her own wetness.
Barely satisfied, I pressed my hand against the arch of her back, pushing her stomach farther down against the mattress with her head high and her bottom lifted towards my dick. Once she was gloriously positioned, I slid my shaft into her sore passage as I instantaneously inserted my thumb in her sphincter, doubling her pleasure as I fucked her greedy cunt like never before.
Rapidly thrusting into her, I deepened my thumb into her hole while my free hand latched on to her left shoulder, wildly escalating the pleasure as I barreled in and out of her at such a speedy rate that my balls slapped against her sensitized clit. The pleasure mounted, intensifying as my orgasm heightened, rising to its peak. I could feel it run through my body, coiling from my stomach as it travelled below my groin then tightened around my scrotum, waiting for its momentous release.
“Are you on the pill?” I asked through gritted teeth, about to lose my bloody mind from the mind-numbing sensation my body was experiencing.
Serena replied with a heady moan as her fingers urgently gripped the sheets, incoherently out of her mind.
“Serena,” I begged as I furiously tried to clamp down on my release that was threatening to explode out of my cock. “Serena?” My voice barely made an audible sound as my control began to slip while I waited for her to respond to me.
But after a few more strokes and still no answer from her, my strength and control were pushed over the edge before tipping over to surrender.
“Oh bloody mighty fuck!” The words feverishly hissed out of my lips as my come erupted from me. My body stilled as my hands gripped into her skin while my dick shot hot, thick, creamy ropes int
o her womb. The process was so violent I was weakened by it and collapsed against her back with my eyes closed, heart thudding, and my chest heaving.
My mind went blank as I let my body go through the motions of draining me to the last drop while I left appreciative kisses against her neck. I took a few breaths before deciding to shift us both on our sides whilst my cock remained inside of her, pulsating, basking in the passionate aftermath of our mating.
Serena’s hand sought my fingers that were loosely brushing against her stomach. “Don’t you think you should’ve waited for me to answer that question before you came inside of me?” she gently asked in an amused tone.
I tried. Hell, I fucking did, but I lost control. The battle was just too good, too hard to curtail without losing my bloody fucking mind.
Smiling against her skin, I breathed out, “I meant to. I truly did, and I apologize for not being able to overcome the urgency that my cock was demanding out of me.”
She sighed. “You know you’re still inside of me, right?” She moaned before pressing her bottom against my hips, making my half-mast sex slide deeper into her body once again.
My insatiable hunger for her was severe, but as much as I wanted to go for round two, I knew I had to get one thing out of the way.
Pulling out of her, I shifted her body so she could face me. With both of our heads resting against the pillow, I took in her flushed skin, bruised lips, and bright eyes. She perfectly portrayed the sated lover, and I couldn’t get enough of her.
Lost in the moment, we both stared into each other’s eyes, full of amazement and wonder. As I lovingly brushed the soft skin along her jawline, my gaze penetrated into her green jewels.
“We’re fine, aren’t we, Serena?” It was a general question that could be conveyed subtly and without pressure.
Without disconnecting from me, she answered as best as she could. “Right now, yes.” She gestured her airily, flicking her hand back and forth within the space between us. “This is definitely fine, but if you’re inquiring about what’s going to happen beyond tonight, then I have to tell you that I’m still on the fence about everything.”