by Amanda Adams
“Why what?”
“Why were you chasing me? And why are you here? Aren’t you with Alexa?”
“I want to finish what we started on that dance floor. I can’t stop thinking about you.” I am relieved to see that the tears have stopped. “And I don’t like Alexa at all, she is not a very nice person. I have been here for three days straight, waiting for you to come back. I thought maybe you fled the country, and I’d have to chase you to Brazil or something.”
“You’d do that?”
“You bet your beautiful ass I would.”
“You’d extradite me?”
“Yep.” I pull her in for a hug and squeeze hard, content when she melts against me. She’s fluffy in her coat, but I don’t care. She’s in my arms, exactly where I want her.
“And you think I have a beautiful ass?”
“Oh yeah.” It’s all I can do to fight off the urge to grab it.
“Zachary Steal?” She whispers in my ear.
“Yes, Bethany Riley?”
She pulls back and looks me in the eye. “Would you like to come inside?”
9
Zach
I smile as she pulls me into her apartment. “Oh, hell yes.”
The door closes behind us and I reach for both her hands again as she drops her keys where she stands. They crash to the floor but neither one of us cares. I spin with her and shove her up against the door, raise her arms above her head as our fingers intertwine and my mouth is on hers. We kiss and I can’t get enough. I’m drowning, like time itself came to a halt so I could savor the taste of her. My cock swells to full in an instant.
I press hard against her body to signal my intentions. If I could fuck her right then and right there without releasing her hands I would. But there’s too much stuff in the way. I can’t hold her here and get her naked.
She whimpers through her tongue as she shoves it deeper to meet mine and presses her hips hard against me. For a moment I wish for a clone so the second version of me could strip her bare while the first me holds her in this kiss and never lets go of her hands.
No such luck. I pull back, though I don’t let go of her hands, and I find myself panting as I gaze up and down her entire body. Her coat fell open and my head spins at the sight of a tight yellow blouse with buttons straining to contain her ample breasts. Her nipples are clearly visible through the thin fabric. Bare. “Don’t move your hands.”
“Okay.” She’s breathless as I release my hold on her hands and lower my fingers to the center of her shirt, my knuckles scrape the soft inner swells of her breasts. I grasp the thin fabric, hot as fuck when I see her eyes dark with desire. She holds my gaze, her hands still lifted and held against the door above her head.
She’s mine. She’s so fucking mine.
“Do you care about this shirt?” I ask as I peer into her eyes.
“No. It’s not mine, it’s Lindsey’s."
“Lindsey must be…umm…smaller than you.” She grins as I tear the two sides of the blouse apart. Buttons explode from the fabric, rattle across the hardwood floor in every direction.
I am treated to a most spectacular vision. Two of the most magnificent breasts I have ever seen heave out and down, unrestrained. Her nipples are a dark rose, erect and hardening in the cool air of the apartment. My aggression rocked them and I watch, almost hypnotized, as they settle in perfect alignment, begging for my attention.
Both of her hands are still above her head and I grasp them in my right hand as I reach behind her waist with my left to pull her hips toward mine. I lower my head to her left breast and suck her hardened nipple into my mouth. She arches her back, her hands tugging to be free. But I hold her still, unwilling to release her as she tilts her head back and moans.
The divine taste of her skin is like a drug to my senses and I’m instantly addicted. My cock strains to break free, to burst from its confines and ravage her body, but I pull back and stare at the ground to contain myself. And I breathe. This moment is too perfect to rush; I have too many things I need to do to this woman.
So I plot.
“Where is your bedroom?”
I let go of her hands and she brushes her breasts across my body as she heads to the back of the apartment. She strolls, I follow. I reach to her shoulders to pull what remains of the ripped blouse down her arms and free from her body. She never stops moving while she kicks off her shoes and I expose her pale skin to the night. Goose bumps rise on her flesh.
As we enter her bedroom she pauses, removes her glasses, places them on her dresser and turns to face me.
“Uh-uh.” I reach for her glasses. “These are the same glasses you had on at the party, right?”
“Yes.” She nods. “I’m sorry they didn’t match my dress. I wanted them to be red.”
“No, I love these glasses.” I place them back on her face. “Leave them on.”
I look down to see her beautiful breasts; nipples hardened and erect. The skin of her stomach is smooth and supple and I trail my fingertips over her chilled flesh to the top of her jeans.
I release each button one by one and kneel to pull her pants and a pink pair of lace panties down each leg. She lifts her legs, each one in turn and I pull the jeans free from her body. I place my hands behind her, each palm spread over a side of her tight, round ass and pull her toward me while I place my nose just above her shaved pussy. I inhale deeply to absorb her scent, her wet aroma, and I know she is ready. She runs her hand through the back of my hair and moans. “Zach, please.”
I stand and gaze into her eyes. “Oh no.” I say. “Don’t rush me. I’ve dreamt of this moment for a long time.”
I turn my head to the right and notice a white gold necklace on her dresser. I grab the necklace and hand it to her before I step back to remove my shirt and watch. “Put this on.”
She works the clasp, separating the two sides as I wait. With a twist of her neck she flicks her long blonde hair over her shoulders and raises her hands behind her neck. Her exquisite breasts raise and separate with the motion of her arms. After she has affixed the necklace, she drops her slender arms to the side of her curved and hourglass shape, her heavy breasts sway back into position and she awaits my inspection.
I drink in the picture of her, follow the length of her arms down to her delicate hands and I remember. The ring. Is it gone? I can’t go any further until I know. “What happened to your engagement ring?”
“I gave it back, it’s over. It was barely an engagement anyway. We didn’t love each other.” She steps forward and reaches for me. “And I didn’t want him.”
“What do you want?”
“I want you, Zach.”
“You’re sure about that. The way I feel right now, the thoughts that are going through my head, you sure you’re ready for that?” I can barely contain myself so I pace side to side, never taking my eyes from her sensual body. “I like to have my way in the bedroom, you’ll have to obey me. Can you handle what I will do to you?”
“Will you discipline me if I don’t?” She pouts like a tease and I can barely breathe as I watch her hand trace a line from her lips to her cleavage. “What if I’m naughty?”
Oh my God. I can’t believe this woman. Is she real or did I fall asleep in my truck and imagine this whole thing? “I’ll spank that sweet ass,” I answer.
“Promises, promises, Zach. You’re not the only one who’s dreamt of this moment.” Her eyes smile seductively and she raises her left eyebrow in blatant challenge.
Moonlight shines through her windows and reflects off the silver sheen of the necklace, illuminating her pale, perfect skin. She is naked from head to toe but for the shining necklace and those fucking glasses.
She is the very vision of perfection. I am staring at a goddess, a goddess that wants to be tamed.
Time to make her mine.
10
Bethany
As I stand naked before him I can’t believe the words that are coming out of my mouth. His chiseled face is ha
lf shadow, the moonlight doesn’t show me his eyes but I can see that he’s totally, completely, utterly focused on me. He’s looking at me like no man ever has and I’m drunk with feminine power. Instead of hiding my body, I tilt my hips and thrust my breasts out to push him. I want him crazy. I want him to lose his fucking mind.
What has gotten into you, Bethany?
I scold myself for all of five seconds before naughty me answers.
Into me? Zach. As quickly as possible.
Into. As in, inside. Deep and hard and every daydream I ever had come to life.
He is so damn hot as he paces before me like a caged tiger. With every turn his chest flexes and his abs twist, his breath is heavy. He wants me as much as I want him. I can sense his desire from across the room and I’m so wet I can’t believe my juices aren’t running down my leg.
If he wanted to, he could bend me over my bed and take me right now, I’m that ready. And I’d let him.
I will let him do whatever he wants.
He steps forward at last and I lower my head, looking at the floor as I brace myself for what I hope is about to happen. He places his hand beneath my chin and raises my eyes to meet his. “Look at me.” His voice is deep and sultry. And I do.
“Turn around,” he commands.
And I do that, too.
As I turn away from him his hand settles at the center of my back, pushing me until I crawl onto the bed.
He moves his hand up to my shoulder and holds me tight. “Stop. Did I tell you to get on the bed?”
“No.”
“Then don’t. Now bend over.”
I bend over my bed with my feet still on the floor and my legs straight as I glance back at him over my shoulder. I can’t believe what I am about to say, but I can’t help myself. Every dark fantasy I’ve ever had is spinning inside my head and I know—somehow I know—Zach will give me whatever I want, no matter how dirty.
“I’m sorry I was bad, Zach. Are you going to spank me?”
Smack. His swift hand shakes my entire ass and my flesh burns. I shudder with anticipation as I bury my face in my bed to muffle the cry that erupts from my throat. He’s a shadow behind me, dark and demanding and so hot I can’t think, I can only need.
I want more.
“If you don’t do as I tell you, you will get worse.”
He moves both of his hands to my round ass and massages each side. My entire core is stretched and exposed to the air, and to his will. He continues to massage the left side while his right hand slides deep down the center and the side of his hand brushes across my anus. Elliott never neared my backside, and I am surprised at the sensation. But Zach doesn’t linger. His fingers pass and he slides his index finger into my wetness.
I am delirious. My entire being is focused on the finger fucking me. My wetness coats his finger, and he slides in and out, slow at first, then faster. He doesn’t rush, but I want him to. I would stay in this position all day and just let him do this to me but, apparently, he has other ideas.
He adds a second finger, his large digits stretching me wide. God it’s good. So good. But I want more.
I want him.
He thrusts inside, then out, his third and fourth fingers massage my clit and I groan into the bed. Every thrust of his hand drives his palm into me.
I’m going to come all over his hand. I’m close. So close.
But I need him to fuck me harder. I need more. I push back against his hand and try to ride him the way I want it.
Smack, smack.
Fire. My ass is on fire and I love it.
“I didn’t tell you to move.” He pulls his right hand from me at the first trembling warnings of an orgasm.
“Zach, no please.” I beg. I’m on the edge. He can’t leave me like this.
“Turn over.”
The command fills me with heat and I roll over onto my back. My bottom is on the edge of the bed, my feet on the floor. Zach grabs an ankle in each hand. He places a foot on each of his muscular shoulders as he bends down to suck my clit into his mouth. He sucks in and out as he presses his tongue over my nub and plunges his two fingers back in my pussy. Within seconds I am nearing my peak again. He pushes harder and faster, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue and I am there.
I fall apart, his name on my lips as I lose control, my insides throb and spasm on his hand.
He watches me come. I open my eyes to see his gaze locked onto my face.
“You’re fucking beautiful when you come.” He rises from between my legs like a conqueror and all I can think about is getting his cock inside me. Now. Right now.
I close my eyes, but Zach’s having none of it. And he’s not done with me yet.
“Look at me.” I open my eyes to see his muscular chest and shoulders. I trace every line, every detail. I could stare at him for hours. His tattoos are elaborate and stretch over most of his torso in a complex design it will take me hours to explore with my lips. If he’ll let me, I’ll trace every single line of ink.
He hovers over me, his fingers gently rubbing my clit like he owns that one special spot, as if it belongs to him. “Get on your knees and take off my pants.”
I slide off the bed, sink to the floor and open his zipper. As I pull apart the two sides and slide his clothing over his tight ass, I catch my first sight of his massive cock. It springs free of his pants and I’m not sure I can wrap my hand around the thick length.
Oh my. He pressed against me on the dance floor, but I had no idea that it would be so thick, easily twice as thick as poor Elliott.
His pants reach the floor and he steps out of them, grabs the back of my hair and tilts my head back. “Open your mouth.”
“I’ve never….” I start to tell him I’ve never had oral sex. It’s not that I didn’t want to, but Elliott was never interested.
“Don’t make me bend you over my knee,” he interrupts. “Open your mouth.”
I open my mouth as wide as I can. He grabs his cock with his other hand and slides it in my mouth. I’ve never tasted a man before. I thought I would hate it, but I don’t. I’m intoxicated by his musky flavor, by the way he moans when I suck him down, by the shudder in his thighs when I run my tongue around the tip.
He holds my head, slides his cock in and out of my mouth as I clamp down with my lips and press my eager tongue along the bottom of his huge cock.
“Slow down.” He pulls his cock from my mouth and helps me to my feet. “I want to cum inside you, but not there, not this time.”
I want that, too. I want to own every bit of him the way I suspect he’s about to own me.
11
Bethany
“Lie down on the bed, on your stomach.” Zach’s voice is a whisper, but I sear every word is like a drum beat inside my body.
I do as he commands and I wait for him to join me. He stands over me and I gaze back at him in question.
“You are amazing.” His eyes wander up and down the back of my body.
I smile and turn my face into the bed to wait. Seems Zach likes to take his time and look his fill. I’m okay with that, as long as he’s looking at me.
A moment later he joins me on the bed. He spreads my legs and kneels between them before he reaches for my wrists and completes my spread eagle pose. And then he covers my body with his. The pressure of his hard body presses me into the bed. The weight is delicious and heady and I’m completely under his control. His hot lips nuzzle and kiss the back of my neck. His cock slides between the mounds of my ass and down to my core as he continues to cover my neck and back with gentle kisses. He slides up and down, rubbing his cock against me over and over, but never where I want him. Inside.
“God, Zach. Are you trying to kill me? Fuck me. Do it.”
I become so aroused by the pressure of his body, the slide of his cock on my ass and the passion of his kisses that I can’t resist lifting my hips in blatant invitation.
He pulls back and I think I will get what I want, finally!
Smac
k, smack, smack!
Stinging heat spreads through me. He reddens my ass harder and faster this time but it only makes me crazier, more desperate, as every nerve ending in my body is on fire. “Have you already forgotten? I didn’t tell you to move.”
With the sting of his hand ringing through my body, all the way to my clit, I groan into the bed. I never knew how excited I could be by a man that commands me in bed, disciplines me to his desire.
He grabs the side of my hip, flips me over and pulls me so my feet are at the base of the bed. I’m on my back and he kneels above me, his hips just above my head. He looks down at me before he covers me. We’re full on sixty-nine now and he lowers his mouth to my shaved mound.
His muscles flex as he holds his weight off me with one hand. With the other, he slides two fingers along my wet folds, all the way down to the sides of my ass. I’m distracted as the wetness from my pussy has spread to my ass, chilled now in the cold air. His cock is hanging in front of me. All I have to do is turn my head, just a little, and he’ll be mine.
He pinches my clit and massages it between his fingers.
“Now take my cock in your mouth,” he orders. “But don’t make me cum.”
I do as he says but cannot concentrate on the task he has given me. He doesn’t seem to notice because he is thrusting his fingers in and out of my pussy and moving hard and fast on my clit. I moan with his cock in my throat as he pushes me to come again. I lose it when he sucks my clit into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue. My core clamps down on his fingers like a fist and I’m bucking and out of control.
I release his cock from my mouth and glance up to find him watching me. Again. I have never had this much attention from a man, not one that could do what Zach does with such ease and command. And I’ve never been happier. “You will ruin me.” I rub my hand up and down the inside of his muscular thigh.
“We’re not done yet.”