Saxon's Conquest

by Sable Hunter

  “Maybe. Mostly I just wanted to be with you. I know we’ve got important work to do, but we have to sleep sometime. Right? Since we’ve been spending the night together, the thought of being away from you sends me into withdrawals.” Saxon stared at her beautiful face. Up close, she was nothing less than extraordinary. Tonight, when he’d gone to find her, he couldn’t help but compare her classic perfection with all those drama queens. And when he’d seen that Slick Willie’s hands on her, the creep’s eyes glued to her perfect tits, he’d almost lost it.

  “Oh, well, I don’t want you suffering or anything.” She gave him a kiss right over his heart, rubbing her lips in the light dusting of hair on his chest.

  As he held Alivia, Saxon began to realize how much he needed this intimacy with her. This wasn’t casual any longer if it ever had been. This connection he felt with her was becoming as necessary to him as breathing. Running his thumb along her bottom lip, he admitted she was it for him. She turned him inside out. He’d never met a woman who made him feel so much – protective, jealous, challenged, curious, and above all – horny as fuck. He let his fingers play along the exposed skin of her neck and shoulders. Her coloring was exquisite, she was aroused and the rosy glow spreading over her golden tan made her look ripe and luscious. She looked like a sin he’d always wanted to commit. His cock was practically growling for freedom behind his zipper, aching for contact with her beautiful body. And if the gentle rocking of her hips was any indication, she liked being close to him just as much.

  When the elevator doors opened, Saxon hurried her down the hall with a possessive arm around her waist. Once they were inside the room, he pushed her up against the door, brushing their lips together. God, she was soft. Heat licked his veins as she leaned her head back against the hard surface, exposing her neck to him in an unspoken invitation, one he couldn’t refuse. Rasping his tongue over the silky skin, he reveled in the way she molded herself to him, her lower body pushing and writhing against his aching cock. Wanting to prolong the delicious foreplay as long as possible, he dropped his head and fucked her mouth, twining their tongues together until she whimpered. He knew how amazingly successful and assertive she could be, and knowing that she submitted to him – hell, the way they submitted to one another – was a helluva turn-on.

  As she gave him carte blanche to her sweet mouth, she upped the ante, lifting her right thigh to hug his hips. Saxon’s hand automatically lowered to anchor her leg there, keeping his focus on their kiss. Their lips opened wide, their tongues sliding against one another, the suction so sexy and exquisite, he couldn’t help but moan his pleasure.

  For Alivia’s part, she was putty in his hands. When he’d stalked over to protect her from the handsy photographer, Alivia had felt claimed, especially when she’d seen him give other men they approached a look that said keep your fucking distance, she’s mine. Even though she’d always considered herself liberated and equal with any man, she couldn’t deny that his possessive attitude made her wet. She felt as if someone had pressed a damp, warm cloth to her pussy, bathing her in blissful heat. Each time he touched or kissed her, the feeling only grew, the muscles of her sex clenching hard in a reflexive need to be filled.

  Saxon placed his forehead to hers. “I said I was addicted, but it’s worse than that, you’re a constant craving for me. I can’t wait to fuck that sweet pussy you keep rubbing on me.” Right now, his world was all Alivia. Everything else existed on the periphery. She’d rolled into his consciousness like a refreshing, summer storm, with lightning so bright and powerful, she demanded every facet of his attention.

  Glancing at the bathroom door, Alivia saw it was closed. “I don’t know why I care, she’s not human, she’s a machine,” she whispered. “It’s just that…everything with you is private. Important. Mine.”

  Her admission caused his control to go up in flames. “She’s busy. And so are we.” As quickly as possible, without ripping the seams, they managed to undress one another. “Bed. Now.” Saxon backed up until his knees hit the mattress, then he sat down, his arms still full of delectable woman. “I love being with you like this.”

  Using his shoulders for balance, Alivia straddled his thighs, her lower lip caught between her teeth. “You’re so sweet,” she muttered. “I think you deserve a reward.”

  “I’ve earned points?” He didn’t have to ask, she was God’s gift to him, and he humbly accepted. There was no part of her that wasn’t perfect. Aside from her creamy thighs and her bouncy tits, he thought her face was the most spectacular thing on Earth, especially when she gave him one of her charming, curious, shy glances – like now.

  “You hit the jackpot, Abbott.” She lifted her eyes to his and held them, trapping Saxon in an erotic web of anticipation. Letting go of his shoulders, she placed her hands over the succulent globes of her breasts, massaging the tender flesh.

  He felt his blood rush to his cock, his erection going from swollen to strutted in a mind-bending flash of heat. “Feed me. I’m starving for you.”

  His admission made her groan, and she scooted toward him a fraction, lifting her breasts to his seeking lips. As she moved, he felt her creamy arousal coat his thighs. With absolute adoration, Saxon gathered her close, so he could suckle her nipples, feasting on their sweetness, pulling on them with deep draws until she was writhing with ecstasy in his arms. “You’re mine, aren’t you, Alivia? All mine.”

  Alivia closed her eyes and clung to him. He’d said such things before; she just couldn’t be sure he meant them. All her life, the only person she could depend on was herself. Letting go, trusting someone else was so hard.

  She didn’t answer his passionate inquiry with words, but her body told him all he wanted to know. She was his – at least for now. Sliding his hands up her thighs, he pulled her hips impossibly close. Her nipples were tight reddened peaks, wet from his lips. “What do you want now?”

  This time she had an answer. A quick one. “You.”

  “I can tell, you’re drenched.” He slipped a hand between her legs, reveling in the wet velvet he found there. “You make my dick so hard.” He pushed against her. “Feel. It’s so full and aching, I fear it might break.”

  “Now, that would be a shame.” She lifted both hands to tangle her fingers in his mane of dark hair. Locking her eyes with his, she slowly moved her hips from left to right, right to left. Saxon held her gaze until he was distracted by the mesmerizing jiggle of her breasts, the rosy tips temping him to return for another taste.

  When he raised his head, Saxon was on fire. If it were up to him, he’d spend every minute of every day loving on her. Trying to regain some semblance of control, he raked his hand over his face, his breathing very akin to a rampaging rodeo bull. All the while, she was moving on his lap, scrubbing that jewel of a pussy on his groin. He looked down, knowing what the sight of her pussy would do to him. A tortured moan escaped his lips, and the sound seemed to fuel her efforts. She arched her back and wiggled faster, her knees widening to bring more of her in closer contact with the throbbing ridge of his cock.

  “You want it bad, don’t you, baby?”

  Alivia was beyond reason. Her answer came out on a near sob as her movements became jerky and frantic. “Yes, please.”

  Cupping her backside, he kneaded the firm naked flesh. “Not so fast.” He must be into self-torture because his denial hurt him more than it did her. “Not until I say so. I want you to know your true pleasure comes from me, not from your own efforts.” Saxon didn’t really know where this was coming from, and if she’d resisted or looked offended, he would’ve stopped. Instead, she seemed to light up, becoming even more excited. She was getting off on their play, shaking like a leaf, sexy whimpers coming from her throat. “Do you understand?” He raised a hand and lightly smacked her ass. “Lift up, no grinding down, not until I say so.”

  Completely enthralled with his game, she blatantly disobeyed, pushing forward, putting her arms behind her to hold onto his knees. All the time, her hips were
moving in tight figure eights, her breasts swaying and bobbing, her thighs flexing with the effort to get off. “I’m so close, so close. All I need is…”

  Smack! Saxon playfully swatted her again, mesmerized by the flash of heat in her eyes. “You’re a very naughty girl, aren’t you?”

  “No, I’m good. Really good.” She tried to squeeze her knees together, but his thighs made her effort impossible. “If you’ll just let me come, I’ll show you.”

  Saxon gritted his teeth as she swayed right above his brutal erection. “Really? What’s in it for me?” Alivia licked her lips, and he knew his time was growing short. Teasing her was its own reward, but he wanted more. A growl emanated from his chest and drops of sweat rolled down his pecs. He’d never wanted anything more than for Alivia to sink her tight pussy down on his cock and ride him until she flew apart. Just imagining how good it would feel to empty his balls inside of her had his cock dribbling precum.

  “If you don’t let me come, you’re gonna be sorry, geek-boy.” She danced over him, her head falling back to expose her graceful neck, her lips parted, her hips undulating.

  With just a mere inch separating his need from hers, he was already sorry. “Yea, but you want this Geek-boy’s cock, don’t you, darlin’? I bet your little clit is hard and throbbing, itching and aching for me to fuck you into next week.” He palmed her ass and rubbed his face on her tits. “You need my fat, firm cock deep inside of you, don’t you?”

  “God, yes, please!” she begged, trembling with desperate need.

  “Not yet.” Who knew he was a masochist?

  “Please!” she whined, her thighs opening even wider. “I’m yours, you said so, please take care of me, Saxon.”

  Bam! Open sesame. Password received.

  She was his.

  “Come here.” He brought her close, letting her sink down, letting their breaths mingle as miraculous relief flooded them both at their joining. Her pupils dilated, her mouth fell open.

  “Oh, God, yes!”

  Her sexy voice, coupled with the exquisite clasp of her pussy, almost did him in. Heat swamped Saxon’s balls, and his cock swelled inside of her. “All right, girl. You got me where you want me, what are you gonna do now?”

  “Oh, damn, Saxon,” she whispered, burying her face in his neck. “I’m gonna take what I need, that’s what.” Clinging to him, flush against him, she began to move. Her hips pumped – rising and falling – her nipples grazing his chest in exquisite up and down motions. He closed his eyes as she rode him, the feel of her hot flesh sliding up and down his aching dick was what life was all about.

  “Don’t stop, baby.” What was usually her mantra, became his. “Don’t ever stop.”

  Alivia took her pleasure, dancing on his cock like a goddess, giving him insane pleasure. He held her tight, loving how she rubbed on him like a feline in heat. “I love this, Saxon. I want you all the time. You feel so good,” she praised him. “You’re so hard and thick and long…” A moan of ecstasy bubbled from her lips. “I’m going to come!”

  She wasn’t the only one. Gripping her ass, Saxon rammed his hips up again and again, relishing the keening scream rising in her throat. “Yes, come for me, love. Take your pleasure from me. Only me.”

  With one powerful shudder, Alivia shattered, her body trembling violently, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her mouth finding the strong cord of his neck and biting down. “Oh, God, Saxon! Hold me!”

  Saxon held her as she bore down on him, twisting, her hips jerking. He felt like a fuckin’ hero, knowing he could make her feel this way.

  “Now, you. Come for me, Saxon,” she urged.

  Her suggestion sounded mighty fine to him. Lifting her, he reversed their positions, placing her on the bed on all fours. Twisting her hair in his fist, he returned where he longed to be – deep inside of her. Pushing into the tightest pussy he’d ever known, Saxon began to fuck her in earnest. She buried her face in the mattress and pushed her ass up, welcoming him to take her however he needed. Running a hand down her smooth back, he squeezed her ass as he humped her. It wasn’t going to take much; he was too far gone. “Feel good?” he asked, always needing to know she was with him.

  “Uh-huh,” she mumbled, pushing herself up on her forearms, her breasts dangling down like ripe fruit.

  Saxon couldn’t resist, he angled forward, planting kisses up her spine, his palms sliding around to milk her tits. She responded by tightening around him rhythmically, sending his head spinning into the clouds. Moving one hand down between her thighs, he diddled with her clit, loving what he found there. “Fuck, you’re wet. I love how you love me.”

  Just one touch was all it took, and she was off again – bucking, pushing back, grinding against him, demanding more and more. “Saxon!”

  Hearing his name on her lips, brought the pressure that had been mounting like a rising tide to break free. The fire that he’d kept banked while he teased her now raged out of control. His muscles seized, his blood pounded, and pure ecstasy shot through him like an arrow, stripping him of the ability to do anything but come – and come – and come. He bellowed out his pleasure like a raving bastard as wave after wave of pure bliss cascaded over him.

  “And that was amazing,” he whispered, kissing her shoulder, before rolling to one side and bringing her with him. “You are amazing.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself.” She nestled against him, feeling happy and replete. She enjoyed a second or two of contentment before reality set in. “We’ve got so much to do. I don’t even know where to start. What if he’s here, Saxon?” She turned in his arms and placed her head against his strong chest. “Do you think he’s here?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve tried to think like the sick fuck, and all I can say is yes. I think if he’s not here now, he soon will be.”

  A message on Alivia’s phone caused her to reach out and grab her purse off the bedside table.

  “What is it?” Saxon asked, trailing his fingers down the perfect line of her hip.

  “Victoria. I have that commercial to shoot for the blood drive first thing in the morning.” She typed a short message, giving her agreement.

  “Tomorrow’s going to be a full day for us all.” Saxon took a deep breath. “Everything’s going to be okay. I promise.”

  “You can’t promise something like that,” she chided him. “We can make plans and dream dreams, but there’s only so much we can do to make them come true.”

  “What do you mean?” He grabbed her hand to bring it to his lips. “You’ve literally turned your dreams into reality. You’ve accomplished more in your short time on this earth than most could do in two or three lifetimes.”

  “So have you.” She sighed with resigned contentment.

  “Then we’re a pair, aren’t we?” He kept dropping hints, hoping she’d soon pick up on the fact that he didn’t want this to end.

  Knock! Knock!

  Both raised their heads up, staring at the door, before realizing the knock came from within the room.

  “Are you through? Can I come out now? I’ve maxed out your credit card, Saxon! If I can’t come out, will you extend my credit limit?”

  Alivia giggled. “You’ve created a monster.”

  “Ha!” Saxon huffed, rising to grab his shorts. “I think that monster inside the bathroom belongs to you, Dr. Frankenstein.”

  “Saxon!” Savvy called again.

  “Get out here, R2D2! You’ve shopped enough for one night.”

  Alivia laughed so hard, her sides were aching.

  “Yea, I’m happy,” she whispered to all the demons in her past. “Sue me.”

  * * *

  “Now, just say the words and smile, Miss Hart.”

  Victoria smiled her encouragement to Alivia as she tried to follow the producer’s direction.

  “Join the Miss Texas contestants and save a life. If we all do our part, we can ensure that no one misses out on a chance to live because there wasn’t enough blood to go around. Come
to the Eisemann Center this weekend, visit with the beauty queens, and donate a pint to the best cause in the world.”

  “Cut! Good, now let’s do one more take, but this time, place your hand on Mr. Curtiss’s arm.” He typed for a moment, and new words showed up in the monitor. “Let’s add a few words. I think we need to give the blood center some credit.”

  Alivia smiled and glanced uneasily at Adam Curtiss. He was standing there in his lab coat, looking pensive, like he’d rather be anywhere in the world than where he was. Even though his beard hid most of his facial features, she could tell by his eyes he was ill at ease. “Do things like this really help?” she asked him.

  He cleared his throat. “Raises awareness. We usually get a spike out of a campaign of this sort. People forget to donate blood. They may have good intentions, but following through with those intentions is difficult. An organization like the Miss Texas pageant makes folks feel like they’re a part of something great and worthwhile.”

  Alivia stared at him, shocked that such logic came rolling out of the man. She owed him an apology. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” She ran a hand over her hair, then placed her palm on his right shoulder. “Ready.”

  “Great, take two. Let’s go.”

  At the producer’s direction, she did the second take. “Good afternoon. I’d like you to join the Miss Texas contestants as we team up with the Austin Regional Blood Bank to save lives. If we all do our part, we can ensure that no one misses out on a chance to live because there wasn’t enough blood to go around. Come to the Eisemann Center this weekend, visit with the beauty queens, and donate a pint to the best cause in the world.”

  “Cut! That’s a wrap! Great!”

  She gave Adam Curtiss a quick smile before submitting to the tug of Victoria’s hand. “You did so good! I told you this would be a breeze. You’re a natural. I bet you could sell ice to penguins.”

  “I don’t know, I hope so.” Alivia followed her mentor from the room.