Shana Mine

by Marilyn Lee

  As the passion and sexual tension built between us, he slid his hands down my back to my ass. Taking control of our fuck, he slapped my cheeks each time he shoved his hips up, driving his cock as deep in my body as possible.

  Lord. Oh lord. What incredible feelings rushed through me when my orgasm roared through me. While I was still drowning in absolute waves of pleasure, he turned me onto my back, lifted his weight onto his extended arms, and stroked in and out of my pussy with deep, steady strokes that quickly drove him to his orgasm.

  I loved how he groaned and lowered his big body onto mine, shivering and whispering almost incoherently.

  I slipped my arms around him and held him close.

  He crushed me under him for several moments before he turned on his side to remove his condom and toss it in the trashcan beside the bed. Then he rolled back into my waiting arms.

  I kissed him and curled my fingers in his hair.

  “Hell, that was incredibly good,” he said.

  “Totally,” I agreed.

  “Yeah?” He lifted his head to smile down at me.

  “Hell to the yeah.”

  “Want to do it again?”

  “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

  He laughed and sank his teeth into my right breast.

  I reached down to slap his ass. And it was on again.

  We made love late into the night before he curled his body against my back and we lay together spoon style. All of my lovers—including my ex—had rolled away after sex and fallen asleep on the other side of the bed. I loved that Taylor wanted to maintain physical contact even after he’d come. In a word, I fell asleep thinking that he was perfect. Jasmin had been right. He was the complete package.

  * * *

  In the morning, we shared a hard, quick fuck, during which he made me feel as if he couldn’t keep those big, warm, calloused hands of his off me. He whispered that I was sexy and beautiful and he was going to make me his.

  Hell, that wouldn’t take much effort, I thought as we walked into the master bath to shower together.

  Afterwards, he dressed quickly and then slowly toweled my body. He then spread my favorite lotion all over my body. Then I took over and slipped on a new dark pink swimming suit that I knew flattered me.

  We had breakfast out by the pool. After coffee, we dozed in the warmth of the morning sun. When we woke, we had a quick swim and then spread several towels on the grass along one side of the pool. I straddled his hips and slowly pushed my hips forward, allowing his big dick to ease up inside me.

  “Shit,” he said, gripping my hips. “You feel good.”

  “So do you,” I told him.

  We had a quick, raunchy fuck.

  By the time it was over, my breasts felt sore from his vigorous sucking and my ass stung from the sensual paddling from his big hands. Our release was swift and powerful. Surfacing from another climax, I climbed off his cock and rolled onto my stomach. “Oh damn. If we keep this up, you’ll stretch my pussy out of shape for all other guys,” I teased.

  To my surprise, he slapped each of my naked ass cheeks so hard they stung. “Hey!” I sat up and stared at him. “That hurt.”

  He narrowed his dark gaze and gave me a cool look. “I won’t talk to you about fucking other women so don’t you talk to me about letting other men fuck you! That’s the last thing I want to hear from you.”

  I blinked, shocked both by his slapping my ass so hard and the vehemence in his voice and eyes. I compressed my lips and tried to keep my voice level when I responded. “Unless we’re having sex, you don’t get to hit my ass that hard, Taylor. That hurt and I’m not taking that shit from any man.”

  “Do I look like I have any damned interest in hearing how you plan to let other men fuck you, Shana?”

  “What’s wrong with you?” I shook my head, some of my anger evaporating. “That remark was meant as a compliment, Taylor.”

  He stared at me in silence before he slowly inhaled and exhaled. “Fuck! I had no right to slap your ass that hard.”

  “Why did you?”

  He shook his head. “Jealousy, but that’s no excuse. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

  I sighed, uncertain how to respond. Did he have a temper or a tendency to think he had the right to hit a woman when he was angry?

  As before, he seemed to almost know what I was thinking. “I don‘t hit women.”

  I bit back the urge to ask why he’d made an exception in my case. In all honesty, I didn’t consider that he’d hit me. After all, we’d just finished having sex and I’d only climbed off his cock moments before.

  “I promise you that won’t happen again, Shana.”

  “Why did it happen at all?”

  He sighed. “You…I…I haven’t felt so…drawn to a woman in a very long time. Being with you has unnerved me. I promise you I’ve never manhandled a woman and I sure as well don’t intend to start with you, sweet. It will not happen again.”

  “I’ll hold you to that promise and I will not excuse your slapping my ass like that again,” I warned. “Slapping it hard during sex is one thing. What you just did is another one.”

  “You have my word it won’t ever happen again.”

  I nodded, dismayed to feel my throat tightening up as I accepted his word. Then I realized I was close to tears because he didn’t need to keep his promise for long. In five days, I’d be on a plane heading home, leaving him behind.

  I closed my eyes and lay on my belly, burying my face in my arms.

  He leaned over and kissed my shoulder. “Please don’t cry, sweet. There’s no need. I promise.”

  I bit my lip and breathed slowly. “I believe you,” I said, when I could trust my voice.

  He kissed my neck and then lifted me up and engulfed me in his arms. “Oh God, Shana.”

  Oh God, what? I drew back to look at him.

  He glanced away and released me. “Do you want to have dinner out?”

  I shook my head. I wanted to spend as much of the next five days alone with him as possible. “I want to be alone with you and have you fuck me senseless as often as possible,” I admitted. “Each moment you’re not inside me is going to be a moment wasted.”

  “You sound like a woman falling in love.”

  Oh hell no! I couldn’t afford to allow that to happen. After having felt his cock branding my pussy as his alone, I knew there was no way in hell Jasmin wouldn’t want him back when she returned.

  “You sound like a man who’d like that to be true,” I countered.

  He nodded. “Who can blame me? You’re a beautiful woman…an exquisite lover and I’m totally smitten with you.” He caressed my cheek. “Everything about you from the tone of your beautiful skin to every inch of your sexy body and seductive voice excite me. I look at you and I’m lost and don’t want to be found.”

  My heart raced with excitement at his words. “I’m nine years older than you and my son is only ten years younger than you,” I said.

  “Do I look like I care about that or any other nonsense reason you might come up with to try to keep us apart?”

  “No, but you’re probably allowing that big, beautiful cock of yours to do your talking.”

  “What the fuck!” He exploded to his feet and glared down at me. “You think I’m just a big cock without a mind of my own? Fuck you!”

  I stared in shocked as he stormed into the house, sliding the patio door shut so hard that I was amazed the glass didn’t shatter.

  No doubt about it. He had quite a temper. Picking up my clothes, I dressed slowly before I walked into the empty living room.

  After a moment’s hesitation, I decided it might be best to allow him some time to cool off before I went in search of him. I took the time to study the many pictures in the room. One I hadn’t noticed before was of Taylor and a man who looked so much like him that he had to be his father. He appeared to be in his early fifties. The long dark hair draped over his shoulders held no hint of gray.

  They were both on horseba
ck and smiling into the camera as they posed along a wooded trail. I smiled, realizing Taylor would probably look much like his handsome father in another twenty-five years or so.

  Not that it will be any of your business what he’ll look like then, I reminded myself and turned away from the picture. Next to it was a picture of Taylor’s father with his arm around a pretty woman with long dark hair who must be his mother. Small wonder Taylor was so tall. His mother looked as if she were close to six feet.

  Sighing with regret for all the reasons he and I wouldn’t have a relationship after the coming Friday, I left the room.

  Following the sounds of a bouncing basketball, I went out to the driveway. Wearing a pair of dark shorts, he ran down the driveway and sank the ball into the hoop. He stopped when he saw me.

  I gave him my full attention.

  He stared at me, tossing the ball aside. “If you’re expecting me to apologize, don’t hold your breath.”

  “That makes a lot of sense.”

  He narrowed his gaze and stalked along the driveway to glare down at me.“ If I’m behaving irrationally, it’s because you’re driving me nuts.”

  I arched a brow. “And here I thought because you were old enough to make love, you were also old enough to be responsible for your own actions. My bad.”

  He stared at me and then abruptly laughed.

  I laughed too, relieved.

  He reached out to embrace me.

  I slipped my arms around him.

  In response, he kissed my ear. “Oh, sweet. I want you so much I feel as if I’m being consumed.”

  I turned my head and kissed his lips. “Then take me. Fuck me. Spank my ass as hard as you like—during sex or foreplay.”

  “I want to fuck it,” he said, sliding his palms down to cup my nether cheeks. “Long and hard until you come so hard you scream the house down—and then I want to fuck you some more until you’ll never even think of allowing any other man near this pussy because it’s mine, Shana!”

  The thought of his hard cock forcing its way into my ass sent waves of pure, unadulterated lust flowing through every vein in my body. But having anal sex with him so soon after meeting him would make me feel like one of the naughty, nasty girls my mother had taught me never to be. “Taylor—”

  “It’s my pussy.” He shocked me by slipping his hand into my pants and inserting his fingers inside me in the middle of his driveway in broad daylight. While the pool area was shielded from possible prying eyes, the driveway wasn’t.

  “Taylor!” I slapped at his hand and quickly stepped back.

  He pulled me close again and thrust his fingers back inside me. “Who does this wet, tight pussy belong to?” he demanded, bending to kiss me.

  I shuddered as he finger fucked me. “It’s yours, Taylor. All yours,” I moaned and finally pulled away, pushing his fingers out of me. I didn’t dare look around—afraid I’d see one of his neighbors watching.

  “That’s what I thought.” He slipped an arm around my shoulders and walked me back inside.

  I pushed his arm off my shoulders. “That doesn’t mean you should finger fuck me in the driveway!”

  “You’re right but it’s difficult to make rational choices when I’m with you.”

  Who could stay angry after a remark like that?

  Clearly aware that I was no longer angry with him, he kissed my lips before he led me upstairs.

  In his bedroom, I did a slow striptease for him while he sat in one of the chairs by the window, watching and massaging himself.

  “What do you think?” I asked, standing nude in front of him.

  He extended a hand. “I think you should come over here so we can rock each other’s world.”

  “I love a man with a plan,” I said. Pinching my nipples, I walked over to the chair as he rose. “What do you have in mind?”

  He caressed my cheek. “Branding you as mine.”

  “So what are you waiting for?”

  He turned the chair around and bent me over it.

  I immediately knew what he had in mind and I couldn’t wait.

  Standing behind me, he rained moist kisses on my neck and shoulders before he straightened.

  I glanced over my shoulder and deliberately licked my lips. “I’m all yours, Taylor. Take me.”

  He caressed each ass cheek, bent to kiss them and then slowly spanked and paddled my ass until it burned and I shook with need. “My ass is yours,” I whispered. “Take it.”

  He leaned over me to kiss my neck and pinch my nipples. “I’m going to, but it might be a little uncomfortable.”

  “It’s a chance I’m willing to take,” I assured him.

  He released me and stood up.

  Keeping my eyes closed, I listened to the sound of him tearing open a condom.

  “Show me you want this too, sweet. Part your cheeks for me.”

  I reached back to spread my cheeks for him.

  “Oh damn Shana, you have a lovely, lovely ass.”

  “And it’s all yours, handsome.”

  He eased the head of the tube between my cheeks and squeezed some into me. My heart raced as he then gently pushed a single, lubed finger into me.

  I really had to be into a partner to even begin to enjoy anal sex. I was so into Taylor, I knew the neighbors would probably hear me moaning when he plugged my ass with his long, thick, hard cock.

  My pussy flooded at the thought.

  Gently sliding a second finger into my rectum, he rained hot, biting kisses against my ear, neck, and shoulders.

  I reached for his other hand and pushed it between my legs and inside me. “Oh…” I moaned. “Oh lord. I need you inside me, baby.”

  He bit my ear. “Where do you want me, sweet?”

  I shuddered. “In my ass,” I whispered. “Deep in my ass. It’s burning for you—just as my pussy does.”

  As his warm, triumphant laughter filled my ears, he withdrew his fingers from both my front and my rear.

  I turned to see him massaging his cock. “Hey, you gonna play with yourself or are you going to take care of business?” I released my ass cheeks.

  He smiled but made no move to slide that big, lubed shaft of his into me.

  “That’s a big cock you’re packing. If you keep me waiting too much longer, I’ll come to my senses and realize you’re too big to be in my ass.”

  “Fuck that. Spread those luscious dark cheeks of your for me again, my sweet Shana.”

  Trembling with anticipation, I reached back to hold my cheeks apart, exposing my anus. “Take it,” I whispered, burning with desire. “Like my pussy, it’s all yours, baby.”

  He slapped and paddled each cheek again, making them burn.

  Every hard contact of his hand on my naked flesh caused shocks of delight to dance through my body.

  When I could bear the tension no longer, I moaned.

  In response, he gripped one of my hips and positioned his cockhead against my ass.

  I tensed and waited for that first painful push.

  “Slide your cheeks back until you drive my dick inside,” he whispered.

  Taking a quick breath, I obeyed. After pushing my hips backward with a steady pressure for a few moments, I froze.

  “Keep coming, sweet,” he encouraged. “Keep coming and let me claim your ass.”

  Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I gingerly eased back until I felt his hard cockhead pressing against me. Then I shook and froze.

  He kissed my neck. “If you’re not ready for this, I can wait.”

  The whispered assurance dispelled enough of my tension to allow me to push backward until his cockhead slid into my anal entrance.

  “Fuck!” he groaned, leaning over my back to cup my breasts in his palms. “Don’t stop now.”

  Gasping for breath, I shoved backwards, allowing his big cock to slip up into my ass. Feeling him stretching me, I froze and moaned with the discomfort of having even a quarter of his thickness in me. “Don‘t thrust, Taylor or you’ll destro
y my ass,” I warned. “Don’t thrust.”

  “Oh shit.” He kissed my neck. “Of course I’m going to thrust.” Sliding one hand down from my breasts, he rubbed against my clit and gently started drawing his cock out until only the head remained inside me.

  “Don’t thrust,” I whispered, even as my body burned for him to thrust deep and hard until he hurt me. I wanted my ass to burn with a fire that only he could extinguish.

  Slipping two fingers inside my pussy, he pushed his cock back inside, driving it in deeper.

  I gasped and shuddered, so filled with lust I couldn’t think of anything but the big, hard weapon about to totally destroy my ass. Oh fuck, I was hot for it to happen.

  When he had half his length buried in my stretched ass, he sucked the side of my neck and fingered my pussy as he started a slow, sensual sliding motion in and out of me.

  Consumed with need and greedy for the combination of pleasure and pain I now hungered for, I gritted my teeth and forced my ass backward, driving most of his cock inside.

  He stroked in deeper.

  “Oh God!” I sobbed, my entire body shaking.

  To my surprise, he froze and brushed his lips against my ear. “Do you want me to stop, sweet? We don’t have to do this if it’s too painful for you.”

  I released my ass cheeks and reached back to grip his hips, pulling them closer. “It hurts like hell, but I want more. I want every inch burning my ass and setting it on fire,” I moaned. “It’s your ass. Take it. Fuck it. Use it any way you like. Just don’t stop.”

  After several moments of hesitation, he gripped my hips, leaned over to kiss the corner of my mouth, and fucked nearly all of his cock deep in my ass.

  I sank my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from crying out.

  Rotating his powerful hips, he fucked my ass with long, deep, measured thrusts that sent chills of pain, tinged with the most delicious pleasure through me.

  As he drilled my ass with a ruthless precision that I loved, he finger fucked my pussy and rubbed his thumb against my clit. And whispered to me in what I assumed was his native tongue.