by Dark Angel
“Goddamn, good thing I’m not any older and I’m in such good shape, because that heart-shaped ass bent over my chair would give me a fucking heart attack,” Ethan says, his hands firmly gripping my hips.
I’m turned around so that I can look at every inch of him, and he’s pure sculpted perfection. I turn around and hold onto the chair as much as I can, though, because I’m dangling off the edge and I need to hold tight.
Because as soon as I turn, Ethan starts running the length of his cock through my bare, exposed pussy.
I cry out, the intensity of the sensation already so overwhelming. My legs are shaking.
Ethan's fingers dig into my hips and I crave that possessive touch. It makes me wild, over the edge of just fucking. When Ethan fucks me, he claims me. I couldn’t have it any other way. I crave him.
“My pussy is only yours, always, Ethan,” I moan out the words.
“Yes, and my cock is all yours, Emmaline, and I’m going to fuck you like I own you. I crave you, princess. Do you want that? You know I love you, but I need you so goddamn much I might explode if I don’t bury myself so deep in your pussy right now.”
Fuck, I need Ethan more than anything in the world. When he talks about how he needs me, I basically melt. “Look how wet my thighs are. I can feel myself dripping, I need you so bad,” I tell him.
I don’t have to wait any longer, because Ethan rams his cock deep into my pussy, right to the hilt. His enormous cock fills me up, and I feel my body stretching to accommodate him. “Fuck you are so wet, so tight, Emmaline. I love fucking you. I love you,” Ethan says between thrusts, slamming in and out of me so hard.
I keep my ass up in the air despite the furious way he’s thrusting into me. I take it all. I want to take it all. I need to. In all the ways that Ethan craves me, I crave him.
“I’m yours, Ethan, I’m yours!” I cry out, needing him to know just how much I want to be his.
“Yes,” Ethan growls, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I know that they’ll bruise. I want to see the reminder of how much my man needs me, painted purple against my skin the shape of his fingertips. I need his hands, his cock, his mouth…he’s the air I breathe. “I love you so goddamn much,” Ethan says, slamming his cock deep into me again and again.
I feel my pussy getting so wet, dripping even more the way that Ethan is fucking me so hard. My nipples are brushing against the leather of the chair in a delightful way as Ethan slams into me again and again. My pussy is shivering around him, my body trembling, and I keep my ass up.
One of Ethan's hands reaches around to grab my throat and I’m shattered with lust. He grips me, his cock rock hard inside me.
“Yeah, cum for me, Emmaline,” Ethan says, his fingers wrapping around my throat. His other hand releases my hips to smack my ass, and that’s my undoing. He spanks me hard and the vibrating sensation sends tremors through my body. My pussy quakes around his cock, strangling it with the fury of my orgasm. I feel like I would float away it not for Ethan's hard cock slamming into me, impaling me long and thick and hard.
Ethan releases his grip and flips me over, pulling my body up against his and holding me up in the air. One hand returns to my neck and the other circles my waist, and I haven’t finished one orgasm before another is thundering through me. I watch his sensual face, his incredibly strong arms, and I can’t believe he’s holding me up and fucking me. I bring my shaking legs around him, wrapping tight and locking my ankles together. I get enough leverage to thrust with him and I lean forward to take his lower lip into my mouth, sucking it in and needing to taste him.
My lips close over his and he moans into my mouth. His rock hard cock slams into me and I feel the cum spurting from his cock and filling me up. My sticky thighs get slicker with my arousal and my thundering orgasm meeting his own. We spill all over me, cumming and fucking together. We’re both sweat slicked and desperately slamming into each other, pussy to cock, hips to hips. I smash my breasts against the wall of his chest. I take my lips along his jawline, peppering insistent kisses. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He sits us down in the chair and grabs my ankles, pulling them up to the top of the chair. I have to stop kissing him to scream from how deep his cock slams into me. I think I’m going to be split in half, his cock is sliding so deep inside me. I’m cumming so hard that if Ethan didn’t hold the small of my back and cradle my head, I would probably shake right onto the floor and look like I was having a seizure, that’s how hard I’m cumming now.
Ethan keeps fucking into me so deep that my eyes roll back in their orbits, and I cum so hard I think I’m going to black out from desire.
“God, I want to fucking bury myself in you and never find my way out,” Ethan says, his lips on my neck. He pulls us down to the floor, lying us down on his fancy rug we’re going to cover in cum and sweat. He spreads my legs apart with his knees and drives into me with long strokes, again and again. I crave this, how completely he fucks me.
“I love you so damn much, Ethan. Never stop loving me,” I cry out, shaking for him and putting my arms out. He sways down, swooping me into his arms. He cums, hard, when I touch him, and he fills me up completely with his cock and slams every drop of himself inside of me.
Both covered in sweat and shuddering in orgasm, he pulls me against his chest and holds me against him. I listen to his heartbeat. Feel his hands stroking my hair, rubbing my back. I’m so perfectly content right now.
“I love you,” Ethan says, kissing the top of my head and squeezing me tight in his arms. “You belong to me,” he says, soft as a prayer, keeping me tight against him.
“I’m yours,” I say before I fade into sleep, so perfectly exhausted.
Ethan
Five Years Later
Emmaline strolls into my office, in some ways like she did in the past, and in others, well, in the most delightful way imaginable. She’s all legs, the heat still thick in the air, and my fingers are itching to get on her skin.
I’m back at the university, as I have been asked by several times. I only agreed to come back if I was allowed to still have my wife. Emmaline Wesley, now, thank you very much. That’s a much prouder accomplishment for me than even the book I wrote on Mary Shelley and her life among her contemporary crew of writers and visionaries.
“I think I’m really done!” Emmaline says with a squeal, and she closes the door behind her.
“Well, is the next step there being two doctors of English in our house?” I ask her, making my eyes wide as if I’m shocked by this idea. I started to see what Emmaline really wanted before she was able to accept it for herself, and though we both love academia, I fully support her decision. I think it is kind of romantic, really.
Emmaline hands me her thesis and I’m immediately engrossed. My woman has always been so damn smart, reading her writing turns me on just about as much as touching her perfect body. She sits on my desk and spreads her legs apart, slowly.
I bite my lip and slide my chair between those legs, placing the thesis on her lap. “I’m finishing this, and then I’m starting on you,” I say. I grab my pen and Emmaline’s eyes widen. “You did bring me this copy to mark up, yes?”
Emmaline narrows her eyes. “We’ll see. I think it is finally perfect,” she says, bringing a fist to her heart.
“Impressive, I took so much longer to finish mine,” I say with a laugh. Of course, Emmaline is getting her masters in a year’s time, so it is no surprise that her thesis also happened at an accelerated rate. She’s incredibly gifted. I’m so lucky to have her in my life.
I read though, my hand cupping her thigh the whole time, and I find that my pen has no home. Her thesis is an incredible piece, and completely ready to turn in. It isn’t till I get to the very end that I see two sticky notes. One pink, and one blue.
She can’t mean?
“Twins,” Emmaline says. “We’re going to have twins!” she says, circling her arms around my neck.
Holy fuck! I toss her paper to th
e side and pull her up on my lap. Burying my face in her neck, I kiss her hard and fast, desperate to devour the woman I love.
The woman who is the mother of my children.
“Emmaline,” I growl against her neck. “You’ve already given me more than I could ever imagine, after all this time together, and you never cease to amaze me. I have no doubt that romance novel writing will lend very well to being barefoot and pregnant.” I say, running my hands up and down her back.
“Is it wrong that I want to name them Peter and Mary?” I ask her. “I mean, I did name my dog Victor for Victor Frankenstein, but surely we can name our children for Mr. and Mrs. Shelley and that’s not too weird, right?”
Emmaline leans way to the side and picks up her paper. “The sticky notes,” she says, and I realize what she’s done. I lift them both and see ‘Mary?’ under the pink note and ‘Peter?’ under the blue one. “We’re having a boy and a girl, I think we should. I think it is perfect,” Emmaline says, and this time she pulls the paper from my hands and kisses me.
I am really fucking lucky. I have absolutely everything I could ever want. I thought my violent tendencies, my temper, my obsessive, possessive personality would never lend itself to a relationship. I thought I’d never find someone as passionate me, or that cared as much about the things I do as I do. It can be lonely even as a wealthy scholar…but then the student became the teacher. Cliche, I know, but Emmaline and I have grown together, challenging each other every day to go after everything we want.
Lately, that’s been quiet the illustrious sexcapades, and I’m certainly not complaining. Emmaline tried her hand at fiction last year, and she wrote so many novels last year that she’s actually talking about how she wants to write one a month. She asked me to be her editor, and for Emmaline, I’d happy take on that duty as well as the inspiration department.
She calls it blocking. After I left the English department, she spent a lot of time in theatre, and that’s where she picked that up. See, Emmaline writes this virgin romances, and she wants to make sure that the Byronic, dark and twisty heroes that she writes about know what they’re doing in the bedroom, and she insists we try out any sex act that she writes about.
Women’s fiction has long since needed the respect it doesn’t get, but my appreciate for romance novels has never been higher. Emmaline’s not quiet a billionaire in her own right, but she pulled in a healthy amount of book sales last year. Her books sell better than mine ever will, and that’s damned fine. I’ve never seen her so happy as when she gets into a story and then tells me that she needs me.
That’s my favorite part of the day. We’ll be having our morning coffee and her laptop will be at the table. She’s says she’s going to finish breakfast but then inspiration will strike. So I’ll slide over to her, as I never sit across from her at the table but always next to her, and she’ll tell me what wild thing that her characters are up to.
She’ll furiously write away at her outline, and we’ll pick a spot, sometimes right there on the table, to try out those brand new moves. Then she’ll get her words in before she goes to class. I’ll go teach, and at the end of the day we read over her pages and I edit.
We’re incredibly busy. Now, two kids in the mix, my mind is blown.
We sure as hell have the room in our home. We’ll have just as much room in our hearts.
“I love you so damn much, Emmaline,” I say, kissing Emmaline a thousand times and telling her again and again. “I’m so glad that you’re mine. That you’re the mother of my children.”
“And I’m so happy to be yours,” Emmaline says, and she pulls me in for a kiss. It doesn’t get any better than this.
I crave her now, and I have to have her. I know that after everything, we should know better than to fuck in my office. But what will one more time do?
“I know that look in your eyes,” Emmaline says, running her tongue over her lip.
Standing up, she pulls her panties off and shoves them in my jacket pocket. Her hands are on my zipper, and she frees my cock quickly and slides her pussy right down on me.
“Fuck,” I groan. I grip her ass and pull her down on my cock. She rides me fast and hard, rolling her body to take every inch of mine.
Our mouths crash together, burying the sounds of each other’s moans, and we fuck quickly because I can already hear my students filling up the lecture hall.
What can I say? We’re insatiable. What’s a quickie in the professor’s office before class going to hurt?
Well, that is how we got the twins. My first day back, we re-christened my office. And I don’t know for sure, but I’d be willing to bet a few million dollars that’s what happened.
Emmaline’s moans get more urgent, and that gets my rock hard cock to start cumming hard inside her. She can’t get pregnant twice, and I have spare trousers in my office basically for this purpose now.
“Come for me, Emmaline,” I say, face pressed into her neck. Her hands cradle my face and she kisses me hard. I feel her shatter around me, taste the moans in my mouth and swallow her up, her pussy milking my cock for every last drop of my cum while her own slides down my dick and makes the whole room thick with the sweet scent of her pussy.
Both gasping, we start to put our clothes back on, and I reach for her panties but then her hand closes over mine.
“Oh, those are wrecked.” She pulls a new pair from her purse. “I can take them if you like, but they’re too wet for me to put back on,” she says, and I can see in her eyes that I know exactly what she’s doing.
“No, that’s fine. Let me keep your wet pussy with me while I frighten the incoming students,” I say with a grin.
“We could frighten them more with a little repeat in the lecture hall, but I doubt the university will be so understanding, then,” Emmaline says with a laugh.
“Hey, my name is on the building,” I say, waggling my eyebrows and smirking at her.
“My name too,” Emmaline says, inhaling sharply and then kissing me.
“Have a good day. I’ll see you tonight,” I say, kissing her one last time before we both head to our classes.
In some ways, we’re both the same. Teacher, student, office fucking…
But in other ways, we’re different. We’re on the other side of our happily ever after now.
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Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
She says she’s a Man Chaser. Well…they call me a Woman Tamer. Let’s see who wins, shall we?
Don’t worry. You read that line above just right. I tame women. Show them who’s boss. One night with Ethan Kane and these 8-pack abs, chiseled body and 12-inches of lust muscle hanging between my legs and they’ll do anything I damn well tell them to. So when Brittney tries to infiltrate my company to steal from me...when I see her trying to seduce me with her gorgeous curvy body and beautiful face...I know what I’m up against. And I’m not worried. At all. She thinks she
can just shake that body and get me to roll over for her like a dog. She doesn’t realize that it’s going to be her that ends up on her knees as I tell her to beg. And when that happens, there’s only one question left to ask myself ... How badly does she need to be taught a lesson?
*** Come chase men with this exciting new standalone romance! No cliffhangers or cheating, but it’s a scorcher with super-steamy scenes that you’ve come to expect from Alexis Angel. Happily Ever After? Always, babe ***
Ethan
UNNGGH!
That’s the sound that Carla is making as I fuck the living daylights out of her. I raise my face to a nasty sneer and bring up a hand and slap her ass. Not hard enough to make her yelp, but just hard enough to make her fucking yelp as well as moan.
“That’s right, you like how I’m fucking you, baby?” I ask her crudely, holding onto her hips as I fuck her doggie style. I’ve got her bent over a couch and all around us looks like your average upper middle-class suburban home. Some crocheting work in the corner where the woman of the house sits. A copy of the New York Daily Journal near the Barcalounger. Giant 52” flat screen TV on the wall. Nice little fireplace going. Pictures of the family all over the place.
It’s so fucking sweet it makes me fucking sick. But that’s what makes this shot you’re watching so fucking hot.
“Yes, oh my God, yes!” Carla yells out through clenched teeth as her pussy lips wrap themselves around my thick, hard shaft. You know the size by now, babe. Ain’t no way you’re gonna turn the fucking page if I’m any smaller than 12 fucking inches. Well, I have news for you. When I’m fully engorged, I’m closer to 12 and a half fucking inches.