Zane's Way

by Maggie Casper

  Taking one completely into her mouth, she sucked and then released.

  Soon her head was grasped firmly from both sides. Her hair moved away from her face, then she heard the growled command. Or was it a plea?

  “Look at me, Rena. I’ll watch you take me. And when I come, I’ll feel your eyes on me as well as your mouth.”

  The words alone wrung tiny orgasmic spasms from her already taut body. With her eyes fastened on his, Serena took him completely in.

  * * * * *

  The feel of her hot, little mouth surrounding his cock while the depths of her green eyes stayed trained on his face was almost too much. It took what was left of his willpower not to plunge his length to the back of her throat.

  Her hair was wrapped around his fingers. The amber highlights against the skin of his tanned hand was such a turn-on. When his hands tightened, tugging her closer, she lost her balance. The tiny whimper of need that escaped her throat when his length was dislodged from her greedy lips caused his mouth to tilt at the corners.

  She raised an impatient brow at his blunder then resumed where she’d left off. The swelling of his cock was a fair warning causing his toes to curl. When she pulled him to the back of her throat then stroked him with swallowing motions he was lost.

  Balls tight against the base of his shaft, Zane’s seed spewed forth, all but erupting from his body. A strangled cry burst from his mouth and filled the room while grass green eyes watched, never leaving his face as she swallowed all his body offered.

  Spent and hardly able to stay upright, Zane collected Serena into his arms. His woman, his submissive woman, the woman who not only let him spank her, but also tie her and fuck her mouth. When she was sitting comfortably on the bed with a smug smile drifting across her face, Zane leaned in to remove the length of silk still binding her wrists.

  When her arms were free, she moaned softly.

  Zane turned Serena onto her stomach. When she was lying flat, he straddled her hips and began to massage her shoulders and arms.

  Rena’s lean muscles were tight beneath his palms. Zane continued over her upper body until he felt her relax. When he was finished, he made his way down her neck and back, nibbling, kissing and licking a direct path down her spine.

  It shouldn’t have been possible, but the sweet sounds and the rolling of her hips made it so. His flaccid cock sprang to life once again. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of their new relationship. Of this new Serena, his Rena.

  Slowly, languidly, Zane continued the path he was on until his tongue was darting over the curves of her ass. Using his shoulders, he spread her thighs wide. Blindly reaching out, he snagged a plump pillow pulling it beneath her. Once Serena was settled onto the pillow, Zane strategically placed her sex where it was most convenient for him and his voyage.

  With thighs opened wide and hips raised, Serena would be the one doing all the writhing and moaning this time around.

  Zane slowly kissed his way up her inner thigh. When he reached the apex, he stopped and inhaled deeply. Her scent was all woman. She was sexy as hell with her ass in the air, open and ready for all he had to offer.

  A chuckle escaped his lips and she wriggled trying to get closer to his mouth. With both hands, he tortured and tormented her dripping sex, keeping her teetering on the edge.

  His breath fanned over her wringing a moan from deep inside her body. When she was frantic in her search for release, he buried his face between her thighs, dipping his tongue deep within the warm recess of her body.

  Licking and lapping, he brought her closer and closer, yet refused to send her over. She tasted like honey, sweet and smooth on his tongue. He told her so, the words dark and erotic causing her breath to hitch, then pour out of her lungs.

  “Oh, god, Zane. I love it when you talk to me like that.”

  He could feel the tiny spasms of her imminent release on his tongue. Now was the time. Time to make her fly. Dipping his head lower, Zane deftly licked at the swollen nub of her clit while his roaming hands worked the cheeks of her ass teasing the cleft parting them so he could reach all her hidden treasures.

  “Hand me that bag, baby.”

  “Bag?” she asked looking back at him over her shoulder. Her face flushed, her eyes glazed.

  Pointing to the brown bag, Zane continued with his foray through her folds. Although he had slowed down, he knew Serena was impossibly close to her release. He intended to make it an unforgettable one.

  “What’s in it?” she asked.

  “Just turn around and relax, baby. You’ll love this, I promise.”

  Dumping everything out of the bag, he found the anal toy he’d bought. It was a smaller size for beginners and would be perfect for Serena. Generously lubing the toy, he caressed her cheeks while completely letting up on his tongue torture. She groaned in response.

  “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop.” Her voice was gruff, her breathing ragged as she moved her arms as if to lever herself up from her awkward position perched atop the overstuffed pillow.

  “Stay there, Rena. I’m not going to stop, baby. Not until you’ve come so many times your body has no more to offer.”

  His words made her shiver causing chill bumps to immediately spring to life all over the surface of her skin.

  When the toy was slick enough, he took the bottle of lube and prepared her body. Her moans of pleasure and gasps of pain were beyond arousing as he prepared her tight, virgin entrance with the width of his finger. Her body clenched tightly as he slowly reversed his motion. A feminine moan slipped from her lips, her body shuddered.

  “You okay, baby?”

  “Oh, yeah,” she answered, her body screaming for its release.

  Slowly, he worked the toy into her tight hole. Breeching the ring of muscle caused her to still, her breath to hiss out with every breath. The widest point wrung a whimper. Its fully seated width and length got a groan.

  Zane gave the toy a slow twist before rising to his knees. Below him, Serena’s back heaved with the effort to breathe. Her smooth skin was covered with a glistening sheen of perspiration making it seem almost glittery.

  Her position was perfect for his entrance. With slow determined thrusts, he entered the cream-covered length of her cunt. Her already tight sheath was made impossibly tighter by the toy lodged deeply within her anus.

  “Zane!” she screamed as her climax overtook her body.

  At the very moment her voice filled the room, he thrust full and deep, imbedding himself completely within her.

  “Damn, baby. This is so good. You’re so good,” he groaned mindless with arousal.

  Leaning forward, he nipped her neck, tasting her sweet skin. He could feel the base of the toy against his pelvis and gave a small thrust stimulating not only the fist-tight length of her cunt with his deeply buried cock, but simultaneously her nether hole.

  The sensation must have been overwhelming because she was thrown immediately into another orgasm. This one was all consuming, causing not only her inner muscles to spasm but her whole body seemed to go rigid with the intensity causing his own release. It was just as emotionally and physically earth shattering for him as he imagined it was for her.

  When her body relaxed with only small tremors of her release remaining, Zane pulled her into him and held her close. Held her tight.

  “Rena,” he whispered into the darkness later that evening.

  “Hmmm?” she replied drowsily as she changed positions, turning her body to face him.

  Fingering the gold choker clasped around her neck, he said. “You have this, but it’s not enough, baby. I want you to wear my ring.”

  She peered at him in the darkness of the room then blinked. It did nothing to remove the confused look from her face.

  When she said nothing, he sat up. Once he’d turned on the small lamp on his bedside table, he turned to her.

  “Your ring?” she squeaked.

  “I’m asking you to be my wife, baby. Will you do that for me? Will you wear
my collar and my ring?”

  He watched as tears spilled over onto pale cheeks. She was shaking her head no, but her mouth said yes.

  “Yes,” she repeated still fighting her tears.

  “Don’t cry, Rena.”

  “Oh, god, Zane. I love you!”

  She was in his arms in a flash. Her enthusiasm tumbling them backward onto the mattress. He held her to him, over him so that he could see her face.

  “Everything is almost ready for the move. I want to get married at home, in Texas, with my brothers close by. How do you feel about that?”

  She hesitated for a moment before answering. “What if your family doesn’t like me, Zane? What then?”

  He kissed her forehead, a big smile on his face. “They’ll love you, baby. Just as I do. I’ve already told them I was coming home and they’re ecstatic. Last night before I came home, I called and left a message telling them I was bringing you with me. I’m expecting a return call first thing in the morning, knowing my brothers.”

  As he’d expected, early the next morning, the shrill ring of the phone seemed to scream through the room. With fumbling hands, Zane reached for his alarm to shut it off before realizing it was the phone. With a grumble and a few choice words, he picked up the cordless phone and punched the talk button.

  “What?” he groused.

  A deep chuckle met his ears. “Wake up, baby brother,” the voice said.

  “Dammit, Sean! Do you know what time it is?” Zane asked as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, his hand scratching his bare chest.

  “Yep, sure do. It’s morning. What, do people in California sleep the morning away.”

  When they’ve been up all night making love they do, Zane thought silently as he looked over his shoulder where Serena had curled onto her side and was softly snoring.

  A smile crossed his lips when he answered. “There is a two-hour time difference, you moron.”

  “Oh, sorry. I didn’t think about that one,” Sean answered not sounding the least bit contrite. “You going to tell us what’s going on, Zane?” This time he sounded worried.

  “I’m coming home for good, Sean, and I’m bringing Serena with me.”

  A slow whistle sounded on the other end of the phone. “Why now, Zane? Why after all these years?”

  Without going into specifics, Zane told Sean how he’d placed a singles ad and Serena had answered it.

  “Well, I’ll be damned!” Sean managed to get out between hoots of laughter.

  “Sean, I’ve asked her to be my wife and I want to be married at home. I’ve talked to Hayden about staying at the ranch until we buy our own place.” Just saying it made it seem so real. He was finally going home for good.

  “Are you sure about this, Zane? I mean, these damned women are enough to drive a man crazy.”

  Hostility from Sean was not a good thing. He may seem like a big ole teddy bear, but the man could be downright scary when he wanted to be.

  “What women, Sean?” The other end of the line remained silent. “Spill it already. I don’t have time for this crap.”

  A whoosh of air was the first sound he heard since asking the question.

  “Do you remember Honor Rollings, Zane?”

  “Vaguely,” he answered not at all sure where this conversation was going. “Wasn’t she that scrawny kid who came to live with her aunt?”

  “Yeah, that’s her, only she’s not scrawny anymore and she’s definitely not a kid. She’s back. The widow Rollings passed away a few weeks back and she came home to get things in order.”

  Zane scratched his head, then ran a hand over his face. Serena had turned toward him and was now curled up around his hips while he sat at the edge of the bed. Her closeness was making his cock as hard as a fence post, leaving him with little patience.

  “Tell me all of it, Sean and do it quick because I’ve got to go.”

  A deep chuckle once again sounded in his ear. Then it was gone, to be replaced by a sobering voice.

  “She’s working for me waiting tables. Seems she’s been traveling from place to place all these years. She’s never settled down.”

  The edge in this brother’s voice had him a bit worried. “Some people are just like that, Sean. What is it to you if she doesn’t stay put for long?”

  “Because she’s mine!” Sean answered in a possessive growl. “She doesn’t know it yet, Zane, but she’s mine. I fell in love with her the moment she walked into my place and I won’t let her go. I can’t.”

  “What did you do, big brother? Tell her you want a house load of kids and scare her away? You know some women don’t want that.”

  His brother was a big man. Intimidating. But he had a heart of gold and since the time Zane could remember, he talked of marriage and family.

  “No, I didn’t quite make it that far. I told her she belonged to me and if I caught her with another man I’d beat him to a pulp and paddle her ass until she couldn’t sit.”

  Zane’s laughter woke Serena. Her tiny hand snaked around his hip until it rested low on his abdomen making his semi-rigid shaft throb in anticipation.

  “From your tone, I’m assuming your words didn’t sit too well with her.”

  Serena mumbled some appreciative words along his right hip as her fingers walked their way to the thatch of hair surrounding his now proudly erect penis.

  “So, Zane, is that her I hear? And why all of a sudden has your breathing turned ragged?” Sean teased.

  “Can it, Sean. I’ve got to go. I’ll see you in about a week,” he groaned then promptly hung up the phone.

  In one swift motion, he was poised over Serena. He nibbled once on her ear and in an agonizing breath whispered, “Sorry, baby. I can’t wait, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

  The words were no sooner out of his mouth than he thrust himself into her. This was no gentle loving session. It was raw, untamed sex. The sounds of flesh on flesh filled the room until his head spun and he came with the ferocity of the animal he felt within himself.

  Serena’s cunt gripped him tightly; tiny spasming flutters were all that remained of her orgasm when he finally roused himself enough to remove his weight from her body.

  The rest of the day was spent doing exactly as he’d promised—making it up to her for his fierce lust and lack of finesse. He accomplished that by playing with her until he though they’d both go insane. Then with bodies entwined, they slept.

  About the author:

  Maggie Casper’s life could be called many things but boring isn’t one of them. If asked, Maggie would tell you that blessed would more aptly describe her everyday existence.

  Marrying young and being loved by a great husband and four gorgeous daughters should be enough to make anybody feel blessed. Add to that a bit of challenge, a lot of fun and an undeniably close circle of friends and family and you’d be walking in her shoes.

  Speaking of challenges and fun, when not writing, Maggie’s alter ego spends her time fighting fires and treating patients as a Lieutenant and Advanced Emergency Medical Technician with the local fire department. These awesome people are like her second family, no picking and choosing, they’re just stuck with her.

  A love of reading was passed on by Maggie’s mother at a very early age, and so began her addiction to romance novels. Maggie admits to writing some in high school but when life got in the way, she put her pen and paper up. Seems that things changed over the years because when she finally decided it was time to put her story ideas on paper, the pen was out and the computer was in. Took her a while to catch up but she finally made it.

  When not writing, Maggie can usually be found reading, doing genealogy research or watching NASCAR.

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