Undeniably Yours (Bass Cole) (Torn Series)

by Ann, Pamela

  Our kiss became slow, sweet, enrapturing as our tongues matched each other in hot passion.

  Kissing Emma shifted me to a man I barely knew. The man now kissing her was full of need and packed with intentions that were probably too scary to even voice out loud.

  It was fate that had led me here, not coincidence. It was embedded in my psyche. I just knew that Emma was meant to change my life; whether it was for the good or the bad, she was meant to be in it.

  While I sucked on her tongue, she moaned as she ran her nails down my back, marking and grazing me with possession until I shifted positions and had her body against the wall instead of mine.

  With our lips kissing and our tongues sparring, effortlessly I lifted her up and shoved her body hard, pressing it against the wall while her legs clutched around my hips. The position made it easy for my cock to connect to her heat. And when it did, it twitched against her parted pussy lips, coating it with her slickness.

  Emma was past drunk from my kisses as she brazenly used her hips to ground against the mushroom tip of my length, guiding it towards her greedy opening.

  Not yet, I chanted in my head as I slowly shifted my dick away from her inviting pussy.

  Emma wasn’t having it. “Bass… I can’t wait anymore,” she panted out, fingers digging into my skin as she pleaded for my cock.

  Wall fucking was great, but not great enough for my first time with her. Quickly thinking, I gathered her in my arms and took her outdoors to the partially shielded canopy bed that was out on the patio.

  Her naked body flushed before me as I hovered over her. We each absorbed the other’s need, communicating on a different level of ecstasy.

  The loud clapping of thunder broke out in the background, but we were beyond caring about anything other than each other.

  This—wrapped in each other and gravitating towards the fruit of life—was what I had been waiting for all along and I wasn’t going to let a damn thunderstorm steal my moment.

  No, not a damn chance.

  Lowering my body, I planted her legs so that both of her heels were on the bed. The tip of my cock nestled in the cushions while I used two fingers inside her wetness at the same time my tongue teased her sensitized nub and folds.

  She whimpered when my ministrations became too fervent. Eager, she pulled herself halfway up and pushed her lips against mine while my fingers were busy melting her core, prepping for my domination.

  Raindrops splattered my back; however it didn’t deter me from my mission.

  If I was impassioned, Emma was licentious as she wantonly licked the raindrops that were coming down from the sides of my neck and my earlobe.

  If I had been going crazy before, I was about to kill myself if I didn’t finish now. My thoughts were at a standstill when Emma started to slip down, kissing and nipping my skin, towards my nirvana.

  “Emma, I want you so fucking much,” I hissed through clenched teeth.

  She lowered her mouth to capture the thick, throbbing head of my cock, applying extremely hard suction, much to my delighted shock. I was past modesty—past any thinking—when her tongue passionately circled around the bottom of the mushroom head without ever letting off with the suctioned pressure that was about to blow my head. “Shit—Emma!” I bellowed loudly when she hollowed her cheeks and took me deeper into her mouth.

  My dick was thick, not to mention my length was long, and women always had a hard time going all the way when they blew me off. Skilled suckers was what I called the ones who could manage to take me all the way in. Emma didn’t gag halfway in and the mere sight of her blowing me off made me ooze some liquid out of my small slit, depositing it on her tongue.

  Relaxing her throat, she managed to take me deeper until the tip hit all the way back. “Fuck, Emma!” Grunting in between pants, I wasn’t sure if the sight of my cock disappearing in her mouth was more of a life changer or if it was the knowledge that this woman had some mad skills that men would kill to have in a woman.

  When her motions became fervent and relentless, I had to pull her off my shaft and kiss her into oblivion before I slowly made our way towards the cemented railing. “Spread your legs open, bend over and rest your elbows on the rail,” I commanded as I nipped her ear.

  I didn’t even take a moment to admire her submissive posture before I got behind her, hands skimming all over her soft form. “You’re so beautiful, Emma. You’ve been my living nightmare,” I hissed in her ear at the same time I stuck my fingers into her.

  Groaning, Emma pushed harder against my hand, demanding.

  My eyes were closed as I lavished on her tightness around my fingers. “How does your pussy like to be fucked, Emma?”

  “It doesn’t matter.”

  Her answer pleased me. We were both at the tipping point, so slow and sensual was fucking out of the equation. “You’re so tight, Emma. Do you think your pussy can handle my cock?”

  She shook her head in response.

  The thought of lodging my cock into her had already gotten me going. “Do you want me to rip you apart? Make this sweet, little pussy stretch while you wince in the pain and pleasure it will give you?”

  She merely panted, “YES! PLEASE!”

  The rain hadn’t stopped and we were both soaked. Another agonizing sound came from her when my other hand sought her anal entrance.

  She was going to learn what pleasures her body could gift us and her untried hole was going to give me Heaven.

  The thunder rumbled again, a little longer this time, just as my lips pressed against her arched back before I dropped one of my plans on her. “I will fuck you on one condition, Emma.”

  She tensed. “What condition?”

  “You give me your body the entire time we are here, day and night. I want it available to me at all times. No one else gets to touch it, but me. Allow me to fuck my addiction of you, in your mouth and in your sweet cunt. I want sole ownership, Emma.” I withdrew my fingers and positioned the tip of my fat cock against her pussy hole with just enough pressure.

  One.

  Two.

  Three seconds before she gave me a response, “Yes…”

  That was it. One word was enough to lift me off towards Heaven as my dick drove and pierced into her with one hard, rough thrust. “Perfect answer, you are mine now.”

  Even with all of her abundant wetness, I was having the hardest time sliding in and out of her hole. “Hell, Emma. If I had known you’d feel like this, I wouldn’t have let you go,” I muttered as I took hold of her hips and forcefully took her harder until my shaft was fully inside, filling her to the brim.

  Emma was heaving badly as she tried to accommodate my size. She needed practice and I couldn’t wait until I could easily slide into her pussy without difficulty.

  “Open your eyes and look ahead. Don’t ever tear your eyes away until we’re done.”

  She followed my directions, looking ahead.

  The Aegean Sea was dark and foreboding. Black, thick clouds rumbled and terrifying bolts of lightning lit up the sky. The thunderstorm was dangerous and beautiful; Mother Nature at her finest.

  Emma’s body violently shook as I pounded into her. When her head tipped to the side, she cried out, losing herself in the delirious moment of pleasure as I gave her ass a good, rough smacking.

  “Keep staring at the tumultuous, thrilling beauty of nature in its rawest, purest, majestic form. This is what you do to me. You’re like a thunderstorm. This is how I feel about you.” Crazy. Dark. Volatile. Electrifying. All in one strange, beautiful combination.

  “Bass, I’m losing it here. Just fucking finish me off already because I don’t think I can take this anymore!”

  Without a word, I placed my hand around the back of her dainty neck, giving one last, powerful thrust that shattered us together.

  Her pitched screams rung in my ears as her orgasm annihilated her and I rode out my own, seeing stars behind my eyelids.

  The dick was sensitive after coming, so when her mus
cles gripped me hardcore, another wave of cream unloaded inside her pussy.

  Our bodies quivered as my cock pulsated inside her. We were both panting heavily as we tried to catch our breaths.

  Sex with Emma took the saying out of this world into another dimension.

  Leaving a soft kiss on her shoulder, I pulled out of her at the same time that she happily sagged against me, sated.

  Grinning mad, I carried her inside the house and went straight to her bedroom. Since we were both wet from the rain, I situated her at the foot of the bed before grabbing a towel to dry her off first and then myself.

  Emma with her wet hair, swollen lips, glistening skin and that goofy grin she was giving me now… owned me.

  Her eyes danced with mine as we eyed each other with pure wonderment—contentment—with this newfound world of each other we now moved in.

  Simple moments like these were the best ones to remember. Never had she looked more beautiful in my eyes.

  Touching her cheek with the back of my finger, I moved closer to kiss the tip of her nose. “I know we should shower, but I want to be close to you for a little bit longer.” I was becoming this sap that was so unknown to me and yet, I couldn’t help it. My need to be with her overruled and took over any common sense in me.

  Now spooning in bed with my arms enveloping her, Emma broke into my thoughts.

  “Bass?”

  “Hmm?” I responded, holding her tighter against my chest.

  She took a moment. “What did you mean when you said you wouldn’t have let me go?”

  My fingers kept on stroking the side of her arm as I considered her question. Since we were starting anew, I wanted to be honest when it came to my feelings, most especially when it came to something about her. After losing her the first time, I knew I had to take better steps to ensure that she was well and satisfied without doubting anything when it came to where I stood with her.

  “That last night in my bed, I wanted to tighten my arms around you and never let you leave me.” It sounded less dramatic, but each time I recalled that time, my chest would tighten up.

  She stilled, peeking at me with a questioning frown. “What do you mean? You were asleep.”

  “I wasn’t.”

  She was now looking at me like I had just said the biggest lie known to mankind. “You looked like you were asleep.”

  Looked… “I’m an actor, Emma.”

  Her blonde mane brushed against my chest as she slightly shook her head, trying to wrap her mind around what I’d told her. “But why did you let me go then, if you clearly didn’t want to?”

  Ah, Emma, Emma, Emma… why ask questions when you aren’t prepared to learn the things that might trouble you? Her question weighed on me. I wasn’t sure if she was ready to hear what I had to say, yet as I stated before, I planned to be honest as much as I could without hurting both of us… much.

  Expelling a deep sigh, she placed her head against my chest, listening to my heart beating as she waited for my answer.

  Picking up a strand of her hair, I toyed with it while I reflected on that moment in time. “You needed me to let go of you at the time. Carter was in your life, but with or without him, I felt that you needed to find your own happiness. I didn’t want to sacrifice your happiness for my own.”

  She kept still, figuring things out quietly.

  We were lost in our thoughts, holding onto each other with calm silence before she spoke up again.

  “So… a thunderstorm, huh? I don’t know how to take that.”

  Shifting a bit, I kissed the back of her earlobe before whispering into her ear, “You simply struck me without warning.”

  Smelling her had me beginning to get hard again. So when I started nipping her neck as I rolled myself on top of her, I was more than eager to oblige when she urged me on.

  “I want you again, Bass,” she moaned, slightly parting her legs to accommodate me before guiding my semi-hard dick and aligning it with her entrance.

  Her heat radiated off her and my shaft was drawn to it like a truly addicted animal.

  “Emma.” Her name was rasped out of me as I gently rolled my hips and felt the head penetrate her, slowly expanding that tight band of slick muscle, stretching it wider to acclimate to my size.

  I knew she was sore, but she didn’t stop me from taking her rough and hard. Trailing kisses on her face, a well of deep emotions ached in my chest as I connected with her in a whole different light. “Don’t make me fall for you, Emma.” I warned as I slid all the way into her, throbbing inside her swollen walls.

  “You won’t,” she cried out.

  She sounded so sure…

  Kissing the side of her face, I then added, “What if it’s already too late?”

  Pure Morning

  Approximately two months later…

  “Wake up, Emma.”

  Her weekend away from me for the first time after eight weeks, bound to her almost on a daily basis, had made me miss her tremendously. She was enjoying London with her friends while I spent time in Paris. It was only a weekend.

  Three days. Yet, those days were all it took to make me realize how much she truly meant to me.

  She was asleep and I was waking her up the way she just liked it; with the hard strokes of my dick inside her while I whispered sweet nothings until she came out of her sub-conscious state.

  My beauty let out a soft moan when she became aware that it was me waking her up while I worked in and out of her body, like a parched man. “Good morning, my love.”

  A ghost of a smile formed on her lips. “Did you need to wake me? You could’ve just finished off by yourself,” she groaned, clenching around me.

  She loved it… but each time, she feigned indifference.

  “Where’s the fun in that?” I huskily asked, going deeper into her depths while her legs opened more to appease our hunger. “We both know how much you love waking up with my cock inside you, Emma.”

  Her face crumpled. “Do you have to be so crude in the morning?”

  “Says the woman who grows wetter with each filthy word I tell her.” My brow arched at her, knowing how she truly felt about it.

  When my hands went underneath and cupped her delicious ass, spreading her wider so I could go deeper, she protested. “Slow down.”

  Since when did she want slow, anyhow? Ignoring her pleading, I started rubbing her nub in a certain way that would make her violently spasm around my dick.

  Today was special and I wanted to start our day with a good, spanking orgasm to match the mood.

  Twice, I made us come together—sharing the highs of what our bodies could achieve—soaring higher for completion.

  I was brushing her hair off her face, holding it down before I ardently kissed her while gently rolling my hips, my dick still buried deep, growing hard again each time I stroked it. “Kalimera, moro mou. Can you be ready in twenty? I want to take you for a picnic.”

  Intertwining her arms around my neck, she pulled me closer, biting her lip. “Are you trying to romance your way into my heart, BC?”

  I made a chortling sound, grinning with guilt before things got serious. It was what I wanted… and hoped that I was already in her heart.

  I felt it…

  In her kisses, I drowned, basking in her love. With every fiber in me, I knew that she felt the same as I did because this feeling wouldn’t be as powerful, as perfervid, if it was all one-sided.

  Staring into our souls, her eyes led me to a door; a glimpse into what her heart consisted of.

  It drew me in, enticing me—spellbinding—to surrender it all... right down to my heart.

  Emma…

  I was petrified and yet, I knew that it was time.

  I leaned over and placed a lingering kiss on her forehead. “Twenty minutes.” I pulled out of her slick, moist channel, groaning loudly when the head came out of her tightened opening and holding back the urge to go for another round.

  Helping her out of the bed, I planted her on her
soles then gave her a meaningful smile as I slowly moved towards the door, still watching her. I paused before she entered the bathroom and called her out. “Oh, and Emma? To answer your question earlier, I’m not trying. I know I’m in there, just as you are in mine.”

  Here we are…

  Stepping forward.

  We shall see how this story unfolds. I, for one, simply could not wait.

  Lemons, you hear? Lots and Lots of Lemons!

  “How did you find out about this place?” Emma excitedly exclaimed as she hopped out of the speedboat, landing in shallow water before striding towards the vast lemon grove.

  I gathered our things before responding to her. “The locals told me about this place. They suggested that I should take you here for a picnic. The locals are diehard romantics and they want us to explore more of the islands… and each other.” Catching up to her with basket in hand, I then planted a kiss on her forehead.

  The older generation believed in love… kismet they said was what I had with Emma. So why waste time with circling around each other, they’d asked.

  Certainly. Why waste time indeed, I mused as I haphazardly set up the plaid blanket underneath a lemon tree before I went on my knees, opening the basket.

  Emma stood before me, hands on her waist, halting me. “Let’s explore some of the island.”

  My adamant muse. I grinned at her before getting up from the blanket. “Sure, let’s see the ruins. I was actually going to suggest that first, but I thought you’d be hungry since you skipped breakfast.” It was a habit that wasn’t beneficial to her. Food was an out of sight, out of mind kind of thing for her, and I didn’t like that one bit. Our work could be beyond tiresome and taxing at most times; I didn’t want her passing out because she lacked nutrition.

  “You take such good care of me, Bass. I think I’d die of starvation if you weren’t there, always cooking for me when my stomach growls for some nourishment.”

  I frowned at her, wondering why she wasn’t even nibbling on anything. “Are you sure you’re not hungry, though? It’s your favorite BLT sandwich, cold pasta and baklava, amongst other treats.”