Tyson ran his hand up her side, pushing her torn dress open more. He cupped her left breast, his gaze colliding with hers. “They’re even prettier than I pictured them.”
Pleasure moved through her as he tweaked her nipple artfully. He then pinched it to just this side of pain before dipping his head and kissing her again. She wasn’t exactly sure what she should be doing so she did what felt right—she ran her hands over his upper arms and back. Every ounce of him was hard. It excited her more.
He seemed so large on top of her she wasn’t sure how Tyson wasn’t crushing her. All she knew was she wanted more than he was giving. She ground up against him, grunting, frustrated, desperate for more pleasure.
He chuckled into her mouth. “Mmm, eager beaver?”
“Tyson,” she pleaded.
He drew back from her lips and trailed kisses down her neck to her collar bone, and then he focused on her breasts. He moved back and forth between them, treating them to kisses, licks, tiny sucks. Each swipe of his tongue made her moan harder. Her torn open dress acted like restraints, keeping her from having full mobility. She wanted to touch all of him, but couldn’t reach, not with the way the dress was pinned beneath her, holding her arms down as well.
She struggled to no avail. “Tyson, please.”
He grinned up at her, his hands on her breasts, his lips hovering above her nipple. “Keep wigglin’ and I’ll use the dress to tie you to my headboard. Then I’ll lick every fuckin’ inch of you until you scream for me.”
“I’ll scream for you now,” she said so quickly it surprised her.
He chuckled. “Good girl. Now, be still while I taste every inch of you.”
Her eyes widened as she got his meaning. “Tyson, no. I’ve never…no one has ever…”
“Oh, I’m gonna lick that pussy of yours. Get used to the idea now because nothing is gonna stop me.”
Her inner thighs flooded with cream at the promise. She found herself forcing her legs open for him in anticipation of what was to come. He seemed pleased by the action. Then, he paused, and moved off her in one fluid motion. Confused, she moved to her elbows, her dress torn open, her breasts free, wearing only her panties.
“Tyson?”
His movements were stiff as he went to his closet. When he returned, it was with soft looking rope. She jerked. “W-what are you planning to do with that?”
“You keep on moving. I warned you.”
She paled. “No.”
He met her gaze. “If you can’t handle me, I’ll go, and you can find one of my shirts to wear when you leave.”
Was he saying it was all or nothing?
She wanted him, but wasn’t sure she was up for what she’d heard he liked. She bit at her lower lip and then pulled at her dress, trying to get it to cover her. “I’ll go.”
Had she not seen the flash of panic in Tyson’s eyes, the obvious sign he didn’t want her to go, she’d have walked out assuming that he meant it—he didn’t want her if she wasn’t into his kink.
Tyson’s neck worked as he swallowed hard. He nodded to her and took a deep breath. “I’ll get you a shirt. I’m sorry I did this. I shouldn’t have brought you here. I shouldn’t have…”
Finding resolve she wasn’t sure she’d even possessed, Lexie looked at him. “Tyson,” she said, as she released her torn dress and then slid it all the way off. “Get your sexy ass over here and finish what you started. I’ve been waiting for years to touch you and yes, I’m going to wiggle. I want you. Get used to that fact or it will be me who hog ties you.”
His lips quirked and he set the rope on the side table. He stared at her and then over at her discarded torn dress that lay in shreds on his bedroom floor. “Bossy, aren’t you?”
“You have no idea,” she repeated.
He challenged her with his gaze and wiped his smirk away with the back of his hand. “Woman, you ought to know I think it’s cute now, but I’m in charge in the bedroom. Got it?”
She pursed her lips.
“Got it?” he repeated.
When she didn’t respond, he came at her quickly, smiling as he did. He tickled her ribs, making her laugh before he turned her partially on the bed and slapped her panty-covered ass cheek. It stung, but was quickly followed by pleasure as he rubbed the area.
“Got it?” he repeated.
“I’m sorry,” she said, wiggling her butt and turning onto her stomach on the bed. “I didn’t hear you?”
Tyson waggled his brows and spanked her again several times in a row, careful to massage the area each time. He then pulled at her panties, baring her reddened cheeks. He cupped his hand and delivered another blow, hard, yet erotic. Her breath caught as excitement raced through her lower extremities. She never thought she’d enjoy being spanked. Oh, how wrong she’d been.
Lexie continued to look over her shoulder at him. She wiggled her bottom more, knowing he liked it.
Tyson drew her panties down the length of her legs, his face close to her ass as he did. He nipped playfully at the back of her legs, making her laugh. He then bent and kissed her cheeks again before swatting them more. Each time he spanked her, cream flooded her pussy. She gripped the sheets and moaned.
Tyson grabbed her hips and flipped her over. His gaze snapped directly to her mound. He lowered his head and inhaled. “Damn, you smell so good, Lexie.”
She opened her legs to him, no longer afraid of the idea of his head being between them. She nodded to him and he wasted no time. Tyson spread her legs more and then settled his head between them, his face buried in her cunt. The minute his tongue ran over her clit, she clawed at the bed. Her thighs quivered and shook as pleasure raced over her, making her see stars as the orgasm struck.
Tyson’s fingers danced near her entrance, but he didn’t shove them in like she’d hoped he would. He did push his tongue into her, and then it was his turn to moan.
He looked up at her, his chin glistening with her cream. “So tight.”
“Finger me,” she pleaded.
He shook his head. “The first thing that is gonna cross your line is gonna be my dick. I’m claiming you, Lexie Garnes. Know that now. Once I do this, I’m brandin’ you as mine. No questions. No exceptions.”
“Can I make a request?” she asked, biting at her lower lip.
He nodded.
“Take your pants off.”
He grinned from ear to ear and undid the front of his Levi’s. He shucked them off quickly and was left standing totally naked before her.
Hot damn. He was the commando kind of cowboy.
His cock, semi-erect, was intimidating and fascinating. She couldn’t look away from it. Dark blond hair nestled at the base of it and when Tyson stroked it, pulling it to its full length, she gulped.
“Ty, that won’t fit in me.”
He winked. “We’ll figure it out.”
She felt ill.
He moved to the bed. “Do you trust me, Lex?”
“Yes.”
“Then trust that no matter what I do to you, I’ll never hurt you. Not real pain. Only pleasure. Promise.”
She reached for him and he eased over her. “Kiss me. Please.”
He did.
***
Tyson stared down at her, unable to really believe she was there, under him, naked and willing to accept him. Her fingers ran up the length of his hard cock. She couldn’t make them meet around his girth, and it was impossible for him not to swell with pride over the fact.
He could still taste her cream on his lips, coating his tongue. Damn, she tasted good. Best he’d had. He slid his finger over her clit and worked it, making her body jerk.
“Please,” she begged.
He pushed her legs open more with his knees and settled between her thighs. She released his cock as he took hold of it, lining up with her wet entrance. He saw the fear in her green eyes and bent, kissing it away. He pushed in, meeting instantly with resistance. He kissed her more, faster, as he rammed in, breaking through her barrier. Sh
e cried out in his mouth. Her fingers dug deep into his upper arms. He pushed in, holding there to allow her body time to adjust to having something there.
He continued the kiss and Lexie took it to another level. She began to move her hips, and Tyson took it as a sign she was ready for more. He began to pump, slow at first, then faster, her pussy walls gripping his shaft, pulling it back into her. He was a man who could go all night, but not now. Not with Lexie. All he wanted to do was explode in her. She unmanned him and he liked it. Liked knowing she had power over him.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and he responded like a piston, thrusting in and out of her with purpose. Lexie cried out, her body jerking below his. He kept going. Kept drilling her into the bed until he lost all control. He yanked out of her, coming in scalding waves on her tight tummy. He yanked at his cock, squirting even more cum onto her smooth skin.
Lexie stared up at him, her expression sated. She ran a hand down and through his cum. She traced her fingers up her body and to her lips where she licked them clean. He shuddered, even more cum managing to escape his cock.
“You could have finished in me,” she said.
“Need to get a ring on your finger before I beget you with child,” he returned.
Lexie laughed. “I’m on the pill. Have been on it for nearly a year.”
“Why?” he asked, not liking the idea of her considering sex with other men.
She reached for his hand and grabbed it in hers. “Because I hoped this day would one day come to be and I wanted to be ready for it.”
He leaned and kissed her. “Good answer. Now, let’s shower and then play some more.”
Chapter Four
Tyson sat in a wing back chair, near his bed, with a towel wrapped around his waist, watching Lexie as she ate one of the apple slices he’d brought in. The tray of food had various fruits and cheeses on it. She was on his bed, wearing one of his dress shirts with it totally undone in front. The sight of her there, eating, naked, made his dick hard.
They’d showered and he’d refrained from taking her again. He knew she’d been a virgin and he didn’t want to make her too sore. He’d washed her gently, kissing her entire body as he did. She’d begged him for more and he’d kissed away her words. He’d give her more pleasure. A lifetime of it, but only when he was sure her body was ready.
He ran a hand through his damp hair and swallowed hard. He grabbed one of the bottles of water he’d brought in and chugged it, his throat suddenly dry. The way she sucked on the apple slice made him nearly break with need. She had no clue what she was doing to him.
Her innocence was part of the lure. He wanted to lock her in with him and protect her from all the pervs out there. Jake was right. He did want more with Lexie. He wanted the promise of tomorrow, the promise of forever.
You’re a fucking pervert, he reminded himself. You should be protecting her from yourself, not dreamin’ up ways to get her to marry you.
Lexie withdrew the slice of apple from her mouth and smiled up at him. “What did you think of Boston when you were there?”
“It was weird.”
“Weird?” she echoed with a laugh. He knew his choice of words wasn’t on par with someone with her education. Didn’t stop how he felt.
“How so?” asked Lexie.
“Walked through this market area and there were chicks all painted like bronze statues. They stood there on pedestals, not moving until someone gave ‘em a tip. Then they moved a little and went right back to not moving.”
She laughed. “They were street performers. Living statues.”
He scratched the back of his head. “Ain’t never seen no one here paint themselves fully and stand out on the street on a hot day not moving. Weird.”
She flashed him a sexy grin as moisture coated the corners of her eyes. “You’re right. Here that would be very, very weird. Though, if anyone here were to do it, I’m guessing it would be Old Man Lowes.”
He nearly laughed. Mr. Lowes was a few bales short of a stack. That was for sure.
“You miss Boston?” he asked, his chest tight at the idea she’d return there.
“A little.”
He stiffened and crossed his ankle over his leg in the chair. “Then you’re goin’ back?”
Her gaze locked on his groin, and it was then he realized the towel wasn’t covering all of him. She looked hungry as she slid off the bed like a minx and moved to stand before him. She bent and tugged at his towel, freeing his cock. His cock head bobbed obscenely and he reached down, taking control of it.
Lexie eyed the action, and then dipped her head and licked the top like a lollipop. Tyson jerked in the chair. She moved his hand away and replaced it with both of hers. Her fingers didn’t reach all the way around his shaft, but he didn’t care. They still felt good. As she eased her lips over the head of his cock, he lost all sense of reason and tossed his head back.
Fuck. That felt good.
She suction-cupped her mouth around the head and then worked him deeper and deeper. When he struck the back of her throat, he nearly came then and there. He felt her relaxing her jaw more before easing her head up and down his cock. Tyson couldn’t stop himself as his hands found her hair, and his gaze soaked in the sight of her lips around his shaft.
She used her teeth lightly, something he loved, but never voiced. Hot damn! Pre-cum leaked free from him, and he struggled to keep from blowing his load early. As one of her hands moved to his balls, he moaned and pumped upward into her mouth more. She looked up at him, still sucking his cock, her green eyes wanton.
Tyson pumped more, thrusting up, hitting the back of her throat. She took him like a pro, never slowing. Instead, she moved her head, countering him, allowing him to deep throat her. Unable to hold it off any longer, he exploded in her mouth. Lexie never blinked. She simply swallowed what he’d offered, taking it all. When she was done, he was spent, his entire body jerking slightly in the chair.
He caressed her chin as she drew her mouth off him. “That was amazin’.”
She winked and then turned to go toward his bathroom.
He grabbed her hand. “Lexie?”
“I want to kiss you. I should brush my teeth first, right? You don’t want to taste yourself on…”
He yanked her onto his lap and captured her mouth with his, kissing her senseless. He didn’t give a rat’s ass about her just swallowing his cum. The idea excited him. He then cupped her chin. “Don’t know what brought that on and I don’t care. You’re welcome to do that whenever you want.”
She giggled and snuggled against him. “It was fun. I wasn’t sure I was doing it right at first, but then you seemed to enjoy it so I kept going.”
“Damn. You’re a natural.” He kissed near her earlobe. “What am I gonna do with you?”
She eyed the bed and then him before letting out a long breath. “You could get out those ropes and tie me up.”
Tyson gulped, his cock stirring back to life at the suggestion. “You’re sore from this morning, Lexie. We’ll save that for another day.”
Putting her bottom lip out, she pouted. “Ty, I want you. All of you. Even the side you think I don’t.”
He stilled, remembering the look on her face when he’d first brought out the ropes. She’d been ready to go, ready to walk away from the idea of being with him. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want to scare her away.
“I think we should finish eating and then spend the entire evening in bed,” he suggested.
She smiled wide. “I like that idea.”
“Lexie,” said Tyson. “I want to hold you. You’re sore and I want you to have time to adjust.”
She whimpered. “Ty, please. I’m fine. I promise.”
“We’ll see, hon.” He wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the feel of holding her. “Lex, we should talk about some things.”
“Like?”
“You and me.”
She twisted to face him, her arms around his neck. Her tits bounced so close t
o his face that it was impossible to think straight. He cleared his throat. “I think we should make our thoughts clear about us bein’ with other people.”
A strange calm settled over her as if it were forced. “Mmmhmm?”
“I didn’t plan on this,” he said. “On you and me like this.”
She nodded. “I get you want to see other women. No biggie. I ran into Kaleb in town the other day, and he asked me to dinner and to a see a movie in the city.”
Tyson saw red. He grabbed her chin. “You better damn well not go on a date with him or any man. You’re mine, woman. Simple as that.”
Her expression said she’d argue. “But you can see other women?”
“I never said that.”
“You never said you wouldn’t,” countered Lexie.
Tyson had to take a long breath to avoid from saying anything he’d regret. The woman could get his dander up in no time flat. “Lexie,” he said, punctuating her name. “I don’t want to see other women and I don’t want you seein’ other men. I want it to be just us.”
She eased off his lap and he instantly felt the loss of having her close. She buttoned the dress shirt she wore, covering herself from his view.
Not a good sign.
He stood quickly, totally naked, but unconcerned with the fact. “You want fucked by Kaleb now? Is that it? I broke you in and he’ll finish you out?”
She twisted and shocked him by slapping him across the face.
Tyson stood there, dumbfounded.
“How dare you suggest that?” She pointed at him. “I’ve been totally into you since I was in high school. Don’t you dare try to suggest otherwise.”
He paused. “Then what the hell is the problem?”
“You,” stated Lexie clearly. “You’re not made for monogamy. The girls talk, Ty. They talk about how you sleep with up to three of them at a time and how you’re very clear that you won’t stop screwing other women. That you’re not a one woman kind of guy.”
“I’m not,” he said, his tone off. “When it comes to them.”
She watched him, unsure of exactly what he was saying.
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