You Are Mine (Bad Boy 9 Novel Collection)

by Amy Faye

  14

  She was already slick with arousal, he thought. That was good, because as he entered her with a finger, there was no way that she was going to take him all the way without some sort of lubricant, and the natural kind was his preference if he could help it.

  He pressed it in slowly at first, and was met with a gasp that he pulled out of her seemingly against her will. She went stiff on the bed and he used his thumb to nudge the crotch of her panties over a little further, to allow him access to the hardened nub at the top of her entrance.

  Then he pressed down on it lightly and nudged from side to side. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat when he did, her eyes closing. Then he started to move his fingers. She squeezed him tight, seeming to want more of him that he was capable of giving. More than she was capable of taking without a stretch.

  He started to move a little bit more, his thumb circling faster, though he was careful to keep his touch light and gentle. Her breath sped up to match, heaving her full, milk-laden breasts with every gasp of air. There was plenty there to like, he thought. His expectations had raised to what seemed like an impossible level, compared to the first time that he'd seen her.

  Yet, she seemed to be meeting them all in spite of the odds. Sarah's legs started to writhe, as if she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do with them. As if she wanted to kick him away and wanted to keep him as close as possible, all at once. He put his other hand on her chest, dwarfing it, and held her down as he entered her with a second finger and started to speed up.

  Sarah seemed to find her strength, then, and she used it in an effort to reach for his hands, whether to stop him or to force him to continue he didn't know, and frankly he didn't care. She was going to get what she wanted, what she'd asked for. She was going to get what he wanted, most of all, though. It was just going to take a few minutes.

  He flexed his fingers inside her, searching for a reaction that he wanted. She gave it to him almost immediately, her eyes squeezing shut and the opening wide and impossibly hard. There was something in those eyes, like she was seeing stars. He pressed there again and she let out a breathy moan.

  "You like that?"

  "Fuck," she said, as if it were an answer. He accepted the answer. He preferred his women to be speechless, but this was going to be more than close enough.

  He added a third finger and she reacted like she suddenly realized that she couldn't breathe, scrabbling for a grip on anything at all. She pushed against his hand, trying to sit up. She kicked her leg and caught him in the thigh, and pushed away. He didn't stop. "You like that? Sarah?"

  "Don't stop," she managed this time. The words came out like they were the only thing that she could think of. That was just about as good, too. His jaw tightened and he pushed down harder on her chest as he started to work his hands harder, faster. She twisted under him as the walls of her womanhood stuck to him and tried to mold themselves to the shape of his fingers. They were going to need to learn to cope with just that much, if he was going to take her tonight.

  Then he wiggled all three of them, searching once again to see if there was anything he'd missed on first inspection, and hit on the same spot that had set her going the first time.

  This time, it wasn't soft or low, it wasn't breathy. "Fuck!" She tried to sit up again, a constant tension pressed against his hands. One of her hands found his arm and grabbed on tight and she squeezed her eyes shut tight. Her walls clamped down as hard as they could, squeezing into every space between his fingers. Her breaths came out as soft moans, 'Oh, oh, oh, oh.'

  He didn't stop until she had slackened underneath him until her entire body seemed to fall apart at once and she was left breathing hard with a vacant, satisfied expression on her face. Her arm fell away from his and she took breaths as deep as the hand pressing her to the bed would allow. He pulled away, let her breathe. Slower, he withdrew the fingers that he'd fit inside her. She let out another moan, softer, almost disappointed as he did.

  "You liked that, huh?"

  "Uh huh," she said, words apparently failing her. Her eyes drifted shut and her arm rose again, tracing the line of his arm, feeling it through the fabric of his shirt.

  "You want me to fuck you, now?"

  Her eyes still closed, she bit her lip and nodded. He took a breast in the palm of his hand and felt the softness press back against him. He liked her body, he thought. There was a lot to like about it, as bodies went. It just so happened that he'd married this one.

  He started working the buttons on his shirt methodically, from top to bottom. She propped herself back up onto her elbows, her breasts making an appealing pool on her chest, threatening to distract him, and she watched him undress.

  He'd looked better in college, but then again, so did everyone else. It wasn't as if he wasn't good looking now, more or less. She reached up and grabbed his hand as he made it halfway down his chest, pulled it away. Then she got her weight centered over her hips properly and started to work the buttons herself.

  Her lips, soft and pleasant and everything he could have wanted in a woman, traced behind, kissing each inch of skin as she revealed it. It was hard not to think of where those lips would go, if she kept the trend up.

  She un-tucked the shirt and undid the last button, then pressed her lips down the line, to the hem of his trousers. Dan watched his wife stand up, kissing the same line back up his chest, less thorough in her hurry, and let her hands slip under the opening in his shirt and pushing it back and off his shoulders, leaving him stripped to the waist.

  "My turn," she whispered, and turned him. Her hands found his hardness through the front of his trousers and gave an encouraging, very pleasant rub along the shaft. He let out an uneven breath and waited. Forced himself to wait.

  Then she undid the front of his pants bit by bit. If she was at all confused by the strange buttoning pattern of the tuxedo's trousers, she didn't let him see it. She worked it like she'd done it before, sank to her knees and pulled from the knees until the trousers lay in a pile around his ankles.

  His cock threatened to burst out of his boxers if someone didn't take care of it soon, but she didn't leave it waiting long. Her fingers hooked in the elastic waistband and pulled out and down, and his hardness sprang free, already tantalizingly close to her face.

  Sarah wrapped a hand around and gave an experimental tug on his cock; he already felt over-sensitive and promised himself that he would hold back as well as best he could. She seemed to be inspecting it for a long time before she parted her lips and took it into her mouth.

  She was a small woman, and her mouth was perhaps a bit small even for her small face. Somehow that didn't seem to be any limitation to her, as she swallowed it inch by inch, the warm wetness engulfing him.

  Dan let out a long breath. His hands started to drift naturally to her hair, and he forced himself to hold back, pressed his hands into his back. He'd let her take this at her own pace.

  Her tongue swirled around him, drawing away his entire concentration, and by the time that he regained control of himself his hands had found their way into her carefully braided hair, and he was trying to force himself deeper into her throat. He pulled his hand away and she pulled herself off and looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

  "You like that?"

  He sucked air in through his nose and nodded. "If you keep doing that, the last part isn't going to last very long at all."

  "No? So you don't want me to do it any more?"

  "How much do I have to pay you never to stop?"

  He smiled down at her sardonically and put a hand on her head, only halfway kidding. She seemed to take the hint and took him back into her mouth and he let the feelings overwhelm him for another moment.

  God, if this was how it felt in her mouth, he thought. How could it possibly feel to be inside her pussy?

  15

  Sarah's best attribute, at least in the bedroom, had always been her mouth. It wasn't something to be proud of, but that didn't mean that she d
idn't feel a little sparkle of pride. She was allowed that, at least a little bit, since it was her husband. She enjoyed the feeling of his fingers digging into her scalp, trying to take more.

  She enjoyed the sound of his breath catching as she pulled away even more. She wanted him to need her, to know that he needed her, and to know that she could stop giving him what he wanted at any time.

  "You like my mouth, don't you, Dan?"

  "God damn, woman," he said. His breaths were coming in hard, labored, and she knew that she had him right where she wanted him. Even still, she smiled at the way that he lost control, just a little bit. She liked that. Maybe too much.

  "Tell me you like it."

  "I love it," he said. He was breathing hard because of her. Because she was making him breathe hard. She wondered if that was what it was like for him when he'd been fingering her, the feeling of power and control that she got.

  "You want me to keep doing it?" She had already decided to do it, unless there was some reason that he wanted her to stop. Then again, it would just as likely mean that he wouldn't really take her tonight, and as much as she liked using her mouth, and she didn't terribly mind the taste, she wanted to go all the way that much more.

  "God, don't tempt me," he growled. She smiled and licked a long line from the base of his cock to the head, making sure not to miss a single inch, not to go too quickly. She savored the way that he stiffened, the way his cock twitched. She was the one doing that to him. She could control him, if she worked at it. She could control anyone, but he was hers, now.

  "Or what?"

  "Or I'll have you on your knees until you're an old woman," he said, a hint of teasing in his voice. Then he changed and became more serious. His hand hooked under her arm and pulled her gently. "Up."

  She followed the command. She batted her eyes at him.

  "What comes next?"

  "You know what comes next," he said softly. "Take those off."

  He gestured at her panties. She looked up at him with a questioning eye, and his expression remained unchanged. "Go on."

  She turned so that her ass was facing him, stuck it out a little, and hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties and started to pull down. She made sure to bend at the waist, as if she were presenting herself to him. From the sound of his breath catching in his throat, she thought that she'd succeeded.

  "Like that?"

  "You're tempting me, aren't you?"

  "Is it working?" She still hadn't straightened up, bent over almost double. Then she pushed her hips back a little ways, and felt herself connect with his hips. "You like that?"

  His hand came clapping down on her ass. Hard. "You shouldn't tempt your elders, girl," he said. There was a mock seriousness in his voice. Her ass cheek burned where he'd slapped it, and the lips of her womanhood tingled from the pain, and from knowing what was going to come next.

  "Oh, no," she said. She made sure to lay the sarcasm on thick, to let him know that it was okay to continue. "Don't do that again."

  He brought his hand down again. A loud SLAP filled the room and she yelped without meaning to. Then a second blow came down, a moment after the first, hard, on the other cheek. The pain felt like it was going to short her brain out before he'd even taken her properly.

  "God, daddy," she let out. The words came out without her thinking and then she blinked. "I mean, shit."

  She turned to gauge his expression, but he just seemed amused. "'Daddy'?"

  "Fuck me, please, daddy," she said. She shook her ass in the air as if to accentuate the request. He let another slap fall, this one softer than the others, but her ass was already sore from the other blows, and she let out a long low breath.

  His hand stayed on her ass, this time, though. He probed at her entrance with one finger, teasing up and down her slit until he found her pussy again and entered it with his finger. Sarah gasped and wriggled her butt to match his gentle thrusts, trying to wring every bit of pleasure out of him, desperate to get whatever she could. She let out a long breath and rocked her hips back, starting to settle into a rhythm.

  And then, as suddenly as it had begun, he stopped, pulled out of her. She let out a low breath of disappointment. "What's wrong?" She silently added 'daddy' to the end, as if the very idea could be enough to tease him into taking her in a fury.

  "One second," he said. He unfolded the wallet and pulled it apart. A shiny gold foil wrapper showed in the dim light of the lamps stationed at the corners.

  He pulled it out and she reached backwards to try to grab his hand before he could tear it open. "No," she said softly. "I want you inside me."

  "You're sure?"

  "Please. Skin to skin. Please?"

  He seemed to think about that for a long moment. His hand found her ass, pulled taut by the way that she bent over the bed to present herself. "Do you want me to pull out?"

  "Oh, please don't," she said. His finger found her entrance again and started to tease her again, her body tingling as he rubbed and entered with just the tip of his finger.

  "You like it when men fuck you raw?"

  "Oh, god, daddy, yes."

  "Yeah?"

  "I need it."

  He stood behind her and tossed the foil wrapper over her. It landed in front of her where she could see that it was unopened. Then something large and stiff pressed against her, working its way up and down the moist entrance between her thighs.

  "You're sure about this?"

  "Just fuck me," she said. It wasn't how she was supposed to be acting; it broke character with the entire way that she had been teasing him since the beginning, but she was past being able to stop herself now. She just needed a cock inside her, his cock in particular, and she'd needed it for so long that she couldn't wait one minute longer, not if bombs started falling from the sky.

  He slapped her ass again, and she let out a loud yelp. Her pussy tingled with pleasure and her gut twisted up with anticipation, and then he entered her gently. At least, she knew it was as gentle as he could go. The feeling of it entering her made her eyes shoot out wide, and it almost immediately hurt.

  "God, fuck," she said. The stretching wasn't totally unfamiliar, but the pleasure that came with it was strange and unexpected. Her pussy strained to accommodate him, and he pushed in another inch. And then another. Then another. Her breaths came in short and shallow, in spite of herself.

  "Jesus, you're tight," he said. Dan's voice sounded as strained as she felt. He pushed into her another inch, and she wondered how many inches he had to push in. She already felt impossibly full, deliciously uncomfortable. And then she felt him nestle in all the way, their hips interlocking like he was built for her. His cock strained against her limits, but she could take it. She was pleased about that, at least.

  He started to move in earnest, then. Pulling out, gentle but without giving her time to think about it. She felt like she was having everything pulled out all at once, her pussy lips squeezing as tight as they could squeeze to stop him from pulling himself back out. If he pulled out, then he wouldn't fill her up, and evolution wasn't going to have that.

  She let out a loud moan as he entered her again, swifter this time. Less gentle. Then he pulled out again, and she felt that brain-sucking pleasure fill her. Then he pushed inside her. Her vision started to black out, and she realized that she wasn't breathing. She couldn't.

  Every time that she tried to breathe, it caught in her throat when he moved again and the pleasure overwhelmed everything else.

  "God, it's big," she said. It was an understatement. She'd imagined it being big, but she couldn't imagine how overwhelming the feeling would be.

  "Fuck," Dan growled. He was moving faster still. "Fuck."

  The next thrust was faster and harder, and it made her feel like he was going to crush her womb right up into her ribs. It hurt in such a delicious way. He ripped out of her and thrust back into her. Again. Again.

  "I'm close," he whispered. She spasmed as he thrust inside her again, hitting her
in places that felt impossibly good. Places a man's cock shouldn't even be able to reach, she thought.

  "God, cum in me, daddy," she mewled, the words coming out more as moans than anything approaching speech.

  "Fuck," he moaned again. His fingers dug into her shoulder as he thrust into her deep. She could feel him starting to stiffen as orgasm overtook him but he pulled out one more time, desperately, his rhythm replaced with a desperate scramble to cum.

  Then he pushed into her again and let out a roar as she felt him spray inside her, once, twice, three times. Her vision blacked out again as the feeling of him twitching inside her sent Sarah spiraling out of control, and then her body laid slack across the bed.

  16

  There was a commotion at dinner; it started small, and afterward, Dan would blame himself for not noticing sooner. But he didn't notice, and whether it was his fault or not, that was the reality that he had to deal with afterward. He didn't notice it when it was small, and that allowed it to get that much bigger.

  There was a subtle balancing act to dinner parties, he was finding. A month into the marriage, they had gone to three so far. If he ignored Sarah completely, regardless of what she thought, it looked bad. People asked questions about why he was avoiding his brand new wife.

  Of course, he wasn't avoiding her. Four weeks should have been eight lovemaking sessions, by her rules, but he was working on fifteen, at this point, and they seemed only to get longer as time went on. As if he were getting younger again the more that he fucked his wife. Soon, he'd be seventeen again and he'd be able to go all night long without stopping, even for a couple of minutes.

  But that didn't mean that his plans had changed. She was a good enough woman, an excellent lay, and everything he could have asked for. But in public, it was easier to think clearly about the whole thing, and the fact was that his whole plan from the beginning was to keep her as an excuse to wear a wedding ring more than anything.