ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: Completely Obsessed (Bad boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult and College Contemporary Romance)

by Charlotte Sloan

  The little girl then jumped down and ran over to Mary, who stood quietly. The little girl held out her hand, and in her hand was a small necklace. There was a celtic knot carved into a piece of driftwood on the end of the twine. She held it out, and Mary reached forward taking it. The girl spoke to her in their language as she did all of this, and Throck translated for Mary.

  “She had a dream that a strange woman would come and enter her life. She was beautiful and sweet in the dream, so she wanted to make her something just as pretty. However, you are even more beautiful in person.” Mary blushed and placed the necklace on over her head. The girl smiled and ran back to her father. She asked him a question and he replied affirmatively. The little girl then turned and waved at Mary and ran off towards the center of town.

  Throck took a few steps forward towards Mary and kissed her passionately. Mary swooned and felt her legs grow weak once again.

  “We’ll explore the town more, but for now, let me show you those animal skins I was talking about.”

  ****

  In the matter of minutes, Mary found herself naked on her back yet again. This time though she was blanketed among the animal pelts of wolves, bears, and deer. Their soft, bristly fur padded her back and gave her a better grip to hold onto as she was yet again wrapped in a passionate moment with Throck.

  Throck’s face was down between her legs, tonguing and kissing her pussy. Her legs were thrown over his shoulders and she reached down with a hand and rubbed his head as he ate her out. Her fingers grabbed at the braid and she pressed him harder into her. His tongue and lips toyed and played with her until she was moaning and gasping for air.

  The stubble that had formed on their long trip was a new and unique feeling for her, the small bristles on his face tickled and teased her thighs, which she could feel rippling with ecstasy. He raised his hands up to her pussy and inserted his fingers as he had done before, but this time, his tongue stayed and flicked her clit while his fingers deftly rubbed and played with her G spot.

  Her head fell back into the pillows and she felt as if her soul was leaving her body as she writhed on the bed, moaning and gasping his name. He was relentless though and goosebumps cascaded over her body in waves with each flick of the tongue or twist of the finger. He slowed down after a few minutes and slipped out from beneath her legs. He raised up and kissed her, her saliva mixing with her own cum. She enjoyed the taste and watched as Throck rolled over onto his back.

  She look at him and he motioned towards his cock, which stood erect. It seemed even larger than the first time somehow and she slid down further in the bed until she was level with his dick. She began to lick the tip and she watched in enjoyment as she listened to Throck moan gently. She began to kiss and stroke his shaft and his hands reached down, grabbing a fistful of hair in each hand.

  Mary gently placed it in her mouth and felt his dick throb with pleasure as her lips worked their way up and down on the tip of his penis. She felt his hands beginning to dictate the speed and she allowed him to have his way with her. She opened her mouth wide and felt as he drove his dick further and further down her throat.

  With her free hand that wasn’t stroking his shaft she reached down and began to fondle his balls, playing with them as he had done with her clit. After a moment of sucking his dick, she lowered slightly and began to kiss and suck on his balls. She felt herself getting wet when Throck yelled out her name.

  She raised back up and mounted him, her thighs swinging over his. With one hand on his chest and the other on his dick, she slid him inside her. She had experienced it once before, but his girth took her by surprise as she sat up for a better angle. Mary moaned and felt her eyes roll back as he began to rock his hips back and forth under her.

  Her legs began to shake and as she started to feel herself fall forward Throck raised his hands up and cupped her breasts, his biceps engaged and held her there suspended, their hips grinding into each other. He continued to play with her nipples while he kept her upright and their moans began to increase and they matched intensity.

  Mary lost control of her body and could no longer stay up, so she allowed herself to fall into the sheets. Throck stood up and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He rolled her so that she was laying on her stomach and he lifted her slightly so that she was on her hands and knees. He placed one foot up on the bed beside her and took his dick in his hand. With the other he spread her ass slightly and slid inside her.

  He began to thrust, her tits bouncing with each push, her ass clapping against his hips. He changed his angle slightly after a moment so that one of her cheeks was free and he slapped her across her porcelain ass cheek.

  Mary yelped slightly, but moaned for more. Throck was happy to oblige. With nearly every thrust, his hand also came down across her backside. She yelped at first, but the yelps quickly became squeals of joy. She felt as the goosebumps crashed like a tidal wave over her body and she went limp beneath him as she came.

  He continued to thrust for another moment and she felt his cock throb again, filling her with his own cum. He gently set her back down on the bed, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. He jumped into the bed beside her and moved so that she was laying in his arms. Just like before they both stared up at the ceiling, but Mary didn’t fall asleep this time. She turned to look at Throck and said:

  “You were right, these animal skins were worth the trip.”

  THE END

  A Viking’s Pleasure

  Matthew and Angela were the idyllic love story. They had grown up together their whole lives and had always toyed around the idea of being together. Everyone in their town had said that they were going to end up together, but the two of them played it off. That is, until Matthew’s father passed away and he inherited the farm. The only place that Matthew was able to find solace was in Angela. They spent all their time together after his death and under a year had passed before they were engaged to be wed.

  Their wedding night was a passionate affair. Everyone in the town carried them through the streets after they exchanged their vows and carried them right up to their doorstep. Matthew lifted Angela up into his arms to the pleasure of everyone in attendance and they marched inside for a night filled of love making that neither of them would soon forget.

  Nor would the nearby neighbors who said that the amount of raucous noise that they made woke up their livestock. However, they were happy and that was what was important. Time passed and they grew together, and Matthew could feel the love slipping away from him. Instead of allowing them to fall apart into a simple cohabitation, Matthew vowed to win Angela back.

  “Angela, what would you say to not working the fields today,” Matthew asked over their breakfast. He continued to spread jam over his bread as he watched Angela’s expression change. She had started with a fairly deadpan expression which altered to one of confusion.

  “We have things that need to be done, we can’t just take a day off.” Angela looked up to see his smiling face. She had to admit, it had been awhile since she had seen him smiling that much and it was almost a shock. The whole time they had been growing up he was always the kind of guy that would do anything to make her laugh. However, this didn’t seem like some kind of prank either, he seemed fairly serious. “Are you being serious?” Matthew nodded, chuckling to himself.

  “We’ve worked nearly every day for the past month. It’s worn me down, I have to imagine it’s at least starting to wear you down as well.” Matthew set down his bread and walked across the room towards her. “I know you’re much stronger than me, but please, I could use the break.” He slid his hands in under her arms and pulled her to his chest. “Can’t we just spend the day in bed?” He leaned in to whisper the next bit. “Like our wedding night.” Angela laughed and tried to pull away playfully, but Matthew’s strong arms held her in close.

  “Matthew, there is work to be done, you know that,” she exclaimed pulling free. Angela ran across the room avoiding Matthew’s attempts to gr
ab her. They were both laughing and dodging each other in the kitchen for a few minutes before Matthew mounted the table and dashed at Angela, knocking her to the ground, wrapped in his arms.

  “Please, Angela. Sometimes I wonder if you’re my wife or my taskmaster.” Angela laughed and nuzzled into his arms, her hands and fingers wrapping themselves around his muscular forearms. Her own arms were delicate, but strong and toned where his were large and built for manual labour. She had worked on the farm for some time now, but she knew that she longed for a place where her nimble fingers could sew and do delicate work.

  “Of course, my husband,” she emphasized the last word to show that was truly interested in being a wife today. So, as little as she wanted to, she pulled herself free once again from his arms and stood up. Making her way around the kitchen she began to shoo Matthew out of the room. “If you would like to merely lounge around all day then we shall, however, once I lay in that bed I don’t want to get out.” Matthew looked at her, still confused why he was being ushered out of the room. “You need to wash yourself and I need to make food, now go get ready.” Matthew smiled and as Angela turned around he quickly lashed out, spanking her across the ass. She let out a light yelp and laughed, getting ready to work.

  Matthew walked out into the small garden that was just off the back of their house and he made his way towards the wooden bucket that they left out for the rain water. He personally didn’t think that he smelled that bad, but if washing off would help his chances on winning back the full love of his wife, he was willing to do it. He grabbed the bucket and doused a small rag into it, wringing it out to get rid of any excess water. Dabbing it over his body, he stared inside his house through the small window and watched Angela making her way through the kitchen.

  He had always thought that she would only be a friend. She was the girl that had always been there, through the good and bad, but neither of them had ever made the first move. Neither seemed to think that it was worth risking the friendship, however, after he married her he realized how foolhardy that truly was. Their friendship was only strengthened upon the introduction of romance. But while their friendship had grown over the years their lust for one other dwindled. As he looked in through the window he studied her body.

  She had a beautiful face with petite features. A small, mousey nose that she would shake when she thought hard about anything. Her ears were small as well, but she was able to make them move. Her blue eyes were gorgeous and could catch the light in the morning in the most spectacular way. Her arms were toned and her shoulders were pure muscle. However, that had only come about from working on the farm with him. Her breasts were still perky and her butt had only gotten better from all the lifting around the field.

  As he sat, he realized that she had always had these things, but the fact was that he merely hadn’t had the time to fully appreciate them. If it weren’t for all the work that they had been doing, this wouldn’t have ever been a problem. And that was when he knew exactly what he must do.

  Matthew stood up and tossed the rag aside back into the bucket. He grabbed a few leaves of mint from one of the small herb pots near the door and chewed it a few times to freshen his breath and then he rubbed it quickly over his neck. He crossed back into his house and was standing at the entrance to the kitchen. He looked in and saw that Angela’s hands were covered in flour, her hands kneading dough into shape to be placed into the oven. Without hesitation he pulled off his shirt and bounded into the kitchen, spinning Angela around to face him.

  She let out a small squeal of fear, not sure what was about to happen, but Matthew’s lips locked into hers so that she wasn’t even able to let out more than the one confused yelp. Her body was rigid and tense for a moment but immediately turned to pudding in his arms as she allowed her body to relax. One of his strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into him.

  His other cupped the back of her head and drew her in for a stronger, more passionate kiss. Her hands, still covered in flour, clawed at his naked back. The flour mixing with his still wet skin forming lines of wet flour across his body. Matthew tore away from the kiss and Angela gasped, finally trying to finish her original thought.

  “What’re you doing, Matthew, I was in the middle of-oof!” Matthew began to kiss Angela’s neck as she spoke and reached down, picking her up and setting her down on the counter so that they were eye to eye. She was still dressed in her sleeping gown and he slid his hands in underneath it, his calloused hands were gentle to her thighs as he now began to nibble at her neck. Angela attempted to speak, but couldn’t seem to form any words as Matthew licked and kiss at the small beads of sweat that were forming on her neck. “Oh, forget it,” she said before moaning.

  Angela knocked over the wooden mixing bowls that she had been using, flour and eggs spilling over the counter. Matthew took a step back and pulled her legs and ass forward so that she was partially reclining on the counter, her legs up and open. Matthew held her legs in the air as he lowered himself, kissing her inner thighs.

  He shifted his hands so that with one hand he was holding both of her feet aloft and with his other hand he gently inserted his middle finger into her already wet pussy. Angela was a sucker for surprises and nothing got her wetter than being caught off guard.

  Matthew leaned further down, his finger still sliding in and out and began to tongue Angela’s clit which was out on display for him. As soon as the tip of his tongue began to tease her, Angela’s hands flew to the side, doing their best to reach and grab onto something. Her fingers clawed through some of the ingredients she had on the counter and the concoction became a strange combination of things, but she found a hold and didn’t let go. His tongue flicked harder and faster as her nails dug into the countertop, her breathing becoming much more labored. With each flick of the tongue her moans grew louder and louder.

  After a few minutes of Matthew eating her out, Angela reached down and, her hands covered in ingredients for bread, pulled him away. She panted for a few moments, trying to catch her breath so that she could speak while Matthew continued to finger her slowly.

  “Let’s move this upstairs,” she said through labored breaths. Matthew, his finger still gently sliding in and out of her pussy, smiled at her. He stood up and slid his arms under her body, picking her up without breaking a sweat. Her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands firmly holding her butt up so that she was fully supported. She giggled as he began to walk towards the stairs but let out a small shout as they passed the open door to the outside. “Close the door, but grab me some water, I need to wash off before we go upstairs.”

  “My tongue will be sufficient in cleaning you off, I guarantee it.” Matthew and Angela both coyly looked at each other, but Angela pushed herself away, falling gracefully to the floor where she quickly ducked outside and washed off the various things she found herself covered in. Matthew followed her out, his erection clearly outlined in his pants as he watched Angela pour a bucket of water over her body. The cold water perked her nipples up instantly and she quivered as it rushed over her pussy. As she finished Matthew reached out and once again grabbed her, lifting her to her feet.

  However, instead of lifting her fully into the air he merely picked her up and moved her, resting her back on the table that was in the center of the room. Her back arched against the wooden slab as Matthew untied his britches and allowed them to fall to the floor. Angela wanted to look up to see Matthew’s expression, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from his cock. It throbbed menacingly as he took the last few steps towards her. Matthew’s calloused hands slid her legs apart and pulled her so that her ass was just on the edge of the table, her pussy fully exposed for him.

  Matthew then deftly slid inside her, causing her to let out a long and sustained moan, his dick seemingly endless as he slid further and further inside her. Angela felt him coming close to the end and reached out, her fingers making contact with his chest and digging in slightly. He then pulled back out slowly and began to thrust hi
s erect cock back inside her continuously. With one hand she grabbed at his chest hair, the other gripped the edge of the table. Her tits bounced with each pulse from his crotch.

  Grabbing her hand, Matthew forced it down towards her clit where she began to rub herself to the point of climax, her finger making small circles, her own cum mixing in with his saliva from eating her out. As she was about to cum, Matthew pulled out. Angela’s body was shook with a euphoria that she had never felt before and her legs and arms quivered, her neck and face were flush.

  Matthew took a step back and began to walk towards the stairs, his finger, and the look in his face, ushering her to follow him. Angela stood on her legs, uneasy, but followed Matthew up the stairs. Her body was still convulsing slightly with each step and as she reached the top of the stairs she saw that Matthew was waiting for her in bed, his dick still hard.

  The rest was a blur for the both of them, but as they laid together in bed resting, their fingers and limbs intertwined, a scream pierced through the room. Matthew and Angela calmly turned to face one another, but neither moved a muscle more than that.