by Jan Bowles
As he carried her through to the bedroom, she couldn’t help but reach out and cup his perfect smiling face in her hands. “Thank you, Shane.” The stubble on his chin felt good as it rasped beneath her fingertips.
He smiled, that wonderful engaging smile that made Jessica realize she could so easily fall in love with this guy. “Think nothing of it, honey. The best is yet to come.”
When he gently placed her on the bed and then took a step back, Jessica saw for the first time the physical naked perfection that was Shane Masters.
He obviously took care of himself, because Shane was blessed with a body that simply took her breath away. As he stood unashamedly naked before her, she inhaled and then drank in the picture of male perfection.
“You look like a Greek God, only better.”
He laughed. “Let’s just say that I like to stay in shape, Jessica.”
“And your…” She felt strangely embarrassed as she stared at his huge erect prick, which stood to attention at an angle of some sixty degrees or so.
“I never felt the need to hide in the showers when I was growing up, honey.”
“And I can see why.” She wistfully shook her head. “It’s beautiful, Shane.” His penis really was an awesome piece of architecture. One that had been engineered by God himself.
“It’s hungry and needs feeding.” He suggestively winked at her, exactly as he had when they first met. “That silky smooth pussy of yours is so wet and warm. It would be a shame to waste it, honey.”
Chapter Seven
Shane had bedded more beautiful naked women than most men could ever dream of. Jessica was different though, because she bewitched him. Of course, as a thirty-seven-year-old man he’d enjoyed longer relationships with women, three to be exact. The last one being with a lady by the name of Candy Miles. Candy was a statuesque blonde, and their difficult relationship had lasted for just over a year before he realized that the six-foot-one-inch Texan model was not the right woman for him. That was some eighteen months ago, and since then, he and Reed had spent much of their free time enjoying the carnal delights of the numerous fet clubs they were members of. Club Submission located in Boston, Massachusetts was his all-time favorite for getting his rocks off.
The way that Jessica patiently, yet expectantly waited for him as she lay naked on the bed further fuelled his obsession, and Shane figured this intriguing lady enjoyed the darker side of sexual experimentation as much as he did. The sultry way those big brown eyes stared submissively back at him only made him want her all the more.
“Please, Shane. I need you. I need you deep inside me, sir.” She provocatively spread her legs invitingly wide. “Look, see how it glistens with desire. That’s all because of you, Shane. Only you can make me so wet and needy.”
“You’re perfect, just perfect, honey. Perfect in every way.”
Perfect little toes wriggled excitedly and his gaze drifted along perfect calves and thighs before settling on her perfect pussy. “You must be able to read my mind, because I always insist on a silky smooth cunt.”
He saw that Jessica enjoyed playing the submissive. “I’m glad I please you, Mr. Masters, sir. You’re my boss, and it’s always my intention to please my boss. In fact, it is my number one priority.”
“Just as it should be.”
His cock was achingly hard. Soon, very soon, he would bury his column of steel deep inside that glistening wet pussy. He would then fuck her so hard that Jessica wouldn’t look at another man for as long as she lived. First, though, he needed to taste her. His eyes connected with a soulful brown gaze that could lure normally sensible men to their deaths. Wanting more, wanting everything that Jessica had to offer, he knelt between her parted thighs before pulling her toward him, and then draping her slender legs over his shoulders. This close, her well-lubricated pussy looked even better, even more edible, and he breathed in deeply imbibing her feminine scent.
“Oh, woman, you do things to me that no other woman can.” Using the fingers of both hands, he spread the feminine folds apart like the petals of a delicate oriental flower. Shane then tasted this exquisite creature for the first time.
He wasn’t disappointed. In the past, he had been intimate with women whose glamorous exterior was betrayed by their personal hygiene. However, Jessica tasted exactly as he’d imagined. She tasted how a beautiful woman should. In fact, he couldn’t get enough of her, his tongue delving deeper and deeper into her honeypot as she erotically writhed on the bed. Shane relished the way she fisted her hands into his hair and energetically pulled. This was a lady who clearly enjoyed receiving oral sex as much as he enjoyed giving it, and as his tongue repeatedly circled her engorged and blood-filled clit, she pulled ever harder, almost to the point where he needed to stop her. He didn’t, because pleasure mixed with pain had always been an aphrodisiac to Shane
Her words were breathy and excited. “Goddamn, how do you do what no other man ever could?” She was wet and excited, and his face was covered in her wonderful sexual arousal. He adored her. How could he not?
Her breathing was fast and ragged, and Shane figured her heart rate was already above one-thirty beats a minute and climbing.
“Shane. I–I–I need to tell you that I’ve never felt this good before. I need to tell you that I–I–I–I lo…lo…”
As she so joyously came with his head buried between her creamy thighs, the assault on his hair became even more violent.
Jessica was a woman who didn’t feel the need to have quiet, polite orgasms. Leastwise not when he was the man in the driving seat, and Shane adored the way she whimpered, moaned, and yes, even howled her way through the enjoyment he gifted her.
Eventually, she was finally done and lay panting with satisfaction. After a moment or two, Shane unhooked her clenched hands from his hair. He reluctantly took his head from between her legs, and then savored the remnants of her fragrant juices with a deft swipe of his tongue.
“Mmm, you taste good, honey, almost too good. I could have stayed buried between your legs forever. You’re a wildcat and a natural submissive all rolled into one. I like that. I’m gonna enjoy taming that wildcat.”
“Shane.”
“Yes, honey?”
Jessica seemed as though she had something on her mind. He had the distinct impression that she wanted to unburden herself. “My life was pretty shitty before I met you and Reed, and came to work for MAT. That’s all changed now.”
“I’m guessing your unhappiness has something to do with your parents, right?”
“That obvious, huh?”
“Not really, honey. I had absolutely no idea you had inner demons until Reed mentioned your parents at the breakfast table this morning. You seemed mighty eager to change the subject after that.”
He was interested in everything about Jessica, and in time he would revisit this conversation. Right now, though, he had other things on his mind—things of a sexual nature.
“Forget the past for now. The past is dead and gone. The here and now is what matters. And right here and now, I’m going to fuck that sweet, wet pussy of yours. I’m going to make you shout my name so loud that the walls shake.”
She beckoned him toward her with a crooked finger and a smile. “Come on then. You talk the talk, Mister Boss Man. Now let’s see if you can walk the walk?”
The mischievous side of her personality emerged and he liked it. Being a fully functioning red-blooded male, Shane couldn’t resist the challenge as Jessica lured him toward her like the sexy siren she was.
“Come on, I’m waiting, Mr. Boss Man.”
He was happy to give her the reins for now, because very soon the balance of power would revert back to its natural order—with the man in charge as nature intended.
Her bravado would be short lived. It would disappear the moment he slid his big dick between her silky thighs, because he was well above average in both length and girth.
He winked at her. “Be careful what you wish for, honey.”
; He watched the beautiful brown windows to her soul widen as he laid his naked body over hers and filled her lovely wet pussy to the hilt.
“Oh Jesus, Shane. That’s right at the limit of what a girl can take.” Jessica threw back her head, allowing a froth of blonde curls to spread across the pillow. She looked enchanting and her pretty little mouth fell open as she tried to quantify what was happening to her. Her challenge to his total domination vanished in a puff of smoke as she tried to adapt to his sheer size.
“Like that, honey?”
“Yes, oh yes.” She wrapped her arms around him, and then wantonly clawed her fingernails down the length of his back. “Dear God, yes.”
Fucking hell her nails were sharp, but he wasn’t about to let Jessica know just how painful her sexually provocative actions were. He wouldn’t allow even the slightest flicker to show in his eyes as he withdrew the first six or seven inches of his cock before forcing it back inside her with a vigor that ably demonstrated who was in charge.
“Shane…oh, Shane, you make me feel so alive… You make me feel so very…very…”
He covered her sexy lips with his, stilling her words midsentence as he mercilessly impaled her again. She tasted good, way better than any woman he’d ever experienced, and as those long manicured talons continued to torture his back, Shane instinctively knew that Jessica was far more than just a casual fuckbuddy.
Yes. As she looked at him with such respect and love, the thought of sharing this incredible woman with Reed felt somehow wrong. Very wrong.
But Reed and I are twins and we share everything including women. We always have. But I’ve never met a woman like Jessica before. She’s special and I want her all for myself. But Reed won’t see it that way especially as he was first from our mother’s womb. He wants Jessica, too. I know he does, and he won’t rest until he’s lying between her creamy thighs just as I am now. I love him, he’s my brother, but I won’t share Jessica with him.
He’d pleasure Jessica to such an extent that she wouldn’t even look twice at Reed.
Shane Masters was the only man who could really satisfy the naked goddess that writhed and softly moaned beneath him. When she called out his name again—“Shane, oh Shane”—he pumped his huge dick even faster and harder into her accommodating wet pussy. He’d make it impossible for her to want another man—especially his brother.
He lowered his head and feasted on beautiful erect nipples, nipping at them, torturing them with his teeth before finally releasing the blood-filled turrets. With Jessica beneath him, his cock wasn’t made of flesh and blood like other men. No, it was made of steel. In the whole wide world, it was only Jessica who could make him feel this way, and he needed to mark her as his property.
He peeled her hands from behind his back and then forced them above her head. His sexual energy was limitless and as he dominated her gorgeous body. Right now, Shane felt like Superman times ten.
He stared into soft brown eyes. “Who’s in charge?”
“You are…always.”
“Who else can make you feel like you feel right now?”
“No one, Shane.”
“Again.”
“No one but you.”
“Again.”
“No one but you, Shane.” Her tongue snaked out and frantically swiped at her parched lips. “No one even comes close.”
“Oh, Jessica, honey. I’m going to do such bad, bad things to you, but in such a good…good way.” Each time the word “good” hissed from his lips, he forced his cock harder and deeper inside this achingly sexy woman.
“If you’re a naughty girl, I may decide to discipline you.”
“Yes, oh yes.” Her lips feverishly searched for his.
“I may decide to put you across my knee, and spank your cute little ass with the flat of my hand or even a cane.”
“Yes and I’d deserve it, too, Master, because I can be a very, very naughty girl.”
The sexually explicit nature of the conversation as he pounded inside her made it increasingly difficult for Shane to keep the come in his balls, and it was clear from Jessica’s submissive demeanor that their exchange of words turned her on as much as it did him
“As my slave, I can do with you as I choose.”
“Yes, exactly as you choose, my Master.”
Oh yes, “my Master” was exactly what he wanted to hear.
“I may whip your pussy with a thin reed cane that will bring you exquisite pleasure mixed with pain.”
“Yes…please…please…please, Shane.”
“And then I could be minded to…” A final thrust linked to words of domination finally pushed Jessica over the edge. Shane was a hard man, a man who faced life head-on. However, the sheer beauty showing on Jessica’s exquisite face as she submitted unconditionally to climax after climax that vibrated through his body as well as hers moved Shane. Moved him to experience feelings of true love for the first time in his life.
Wanting this woman more than anything else in the world, Shane filled her sweet wet pussy one final time before throwing back his head and rearing up like some mythical beast.
His climax was far more intense than anything that had gone before, and he knew that Jessica had already made a profound impression on him. She belonged to him now, and only him.
* * * *
Two days later
Reed enjoyed breakfast less with each day that passed. It wasn’t that his appetite was poor, in fact, quite the contrary held sway. Jessica and his brother exchanged knowing glances across the table, and Reed instinctively knew their relationship had moved to the next level.
Although he hadn’t explicitly said so, he was aware that Shane had been deep inside Jessica’s welcoming pussy. As he witnessed his sibling tuck a flyaway portion of her golden locks behind a perfectly formed ear, Reed secretly envied his twin.
This wasn’t part of the script. This wasn’t the way things were supposed to play out.
As twin brothers they had been happy to share everything from childhood toys to women, so why did he feel so envious of Shane right now? Reed didn’t need a headshrinker to figure out the reason, because it sat across the breakfast table from him, taking the form of a blonde-haired goddess—one who simply took his breath away with her sultry, natural beauty. She would occasionally look and smile at him, and that only made him feel worse, because Jessica was doing far more than merely smiling at Shane.
Reed had slipped from his mother’s womb five minutes before his brother, and to his way of thinking, that made one hell of a difference. That made him first in line for Jessica’s affection.
He took a sip of mango juice and shuddered involuntarily as an image of Shane enjoying Jessica briefly entered his head. He kicked that unwanted thought into touch. In fact, he kicked its fucking ass. Don’t go there, fella.
For the first time in a long time, he felt the presence of his long-departed father. Listen to your old man, Reed. Don’t get mad, son, get even. Of course, when his father had used this expression it wasn’t with Shane in mind, because Maverick Masters had always taught his sons to look out for one another. However, as Shane and Jessica flirted over a plate of ham and eggs, Reed didn’t feel much benevolence or brotherly love. In fact, it looked to him as though Shane was positively enjoying having the upper hand, almost as though he taunted, “Fuck you, big brother. I have what you want, and that’s the way it’s going to stay.”
His eyes narrowed on Shane, who returned the look with added interest. His brother hadn’t put a ring on Jessica’s finger, so as far as Reed was concerned, the exquisite creature that demurely nibbled at a buttered croissant was fair game. How did the old saying go? Ah yes. All’s fair in love and war. He had been raised by his father to believe that it was the natural order of things for men to have power over women. An extension of that thinking was for the eldest son to have the balance of power over his younger brother. Winning Jessica wouldn’t be a walk in the park, though, because Shane was one mean bastard when challenged to
give up something he believed to be rightly his. Well fuck him, because Reed could still kick his brother’s ass if push came to shove.
When Reed saw Shane’s hand disappear beneath the breakfast table, he finally saw red.
Jessica looked embarrassed. “No, Shane. Not here. It’s not right.”
Reed decided to have his say, “You heard what the lady said, asshole. If you take my advice, you’ll follow her advice.”
The gloves were well and truly off now.
“What’s your fucking problem, Reed?”
“You.”
“Well, that’s just too bad.”
“Save it for the bedroom, Shane. Don’t rub my nose in it, and then expect me to say nothing.”
Shane smiled, a malicious smile that contained absolutely no brotherly love whatsoever. “Goddammit, Reed, you always were a jealous little prick. You’re just pissed because I have what you want. Jessica is mine. Live with it, pal.”
A couple more exchanges like this, and Reed would pull all 220 pounds of his brother across the breakfast table, and then beat the crap out of him.
Jessica sat frozen, her beautiful mouth downturned. She was clearly a sensitive soul and wasn’t enjoying a situation not of her making. When she finally summoned up the courage to speak, her delivery was apologetic in the extreme.
“Please don’t. Please don’t. I really don’t want to cause any trouble between the two of you. I’d rather leave MAT than do that.” The poor kid looked close to tears.
Reed stretched across and squeezed her hand. “It’s not your fault, Jess. It’s just my kid brother being an asshole.”
Shane stood abruptly from the breakfast table, his chair screeching noisily across the tiled floor before toppling over. Reed had seen him angry many times, but never as angry as this.