The Closer (All About the Diamond #5)

by Naomi Springthorp

  “D, please.”

  “Sshhhhhh. I’m taking care of you. I want to make you happy. I promise I’ll give myself to you, all of me, heart, soul and dick.”

  I writhe at his hand, “Oh, D. Fuck.” I’m wound up and ready to go, but he won’t let me. He keeps stroking his fingers in and out.

  “You’re so hot and wet, baby. Do you want more?”

  “Yes. D, I want to come.” I reach for my sex and clutch at his hand stroking me.

  He takes my hand and shows me how wet I am, then sucks my fingers clean, “Mmmmm.” I want to touch myself, but he takes my hand away while he draws a line of kisses down my body directly to my sex. He kisses my thigh and gives me a nibble up even higher on my thigh. He licks my seam where his fingers are sliding in and out of my heat.

  I cry out a noise I’ve never heard before, uncontrolled and full of desire. I beg, “Please,” and wonder who has taken control of me. Is this the effect he has on me? When did he become a baseball playing sex god?

  He settles his mouth at my clit, kissing me there as if he’s making out with me and it’s all it takes. My body, ready to explode, spools up even tighter with his added tenderness and I’m lost.

  I’m falling in the darkness and I can’t catch myself. There’s no ledge to grab onto. No safety net to catch me at the bottom. There’s no bottom, it’s an infinite fall. I’m screaming out to D, but I’m not sure if he can hear me or if I’m actually making any sound. He stops stroking me and now I’m being pulled somewhere.

  He kisses my lips, “I need you. I’m going to have you now, baby. You want me?”

  I answer him in a shaky tone, “Yes.”

  “That’s what I want to hear.” He rolls me over on my belly and spreads my legs, leaving them hanging off the end of his bed. “I want you doggie style on the bed now.” His words are unexpected and I don’t respond. “I said now.” I giggle. “You must want to be spanked.” He lays his hard cock on my ass, “Feel how big and heavy I am? I’m going in you and I’m going to slam you hard from behind until you can’t walk, until you do everything I want. Until you beg me for more after you’ve already come more times than you have ever come in one night before.” He rubs his hand across my ass, “Such a sweet ass to spank until it’s red. Then fucking you and smacking into it over again and again. I can’t wait. Okay, bad girl.” Is he kidding with this? What game is he playing? He smacks my ass firmly, over and over. I’m squirming at the sting and move quickly in between spanks to get in position for him. “Have you had enough? All you’ve done is cry out my name asking for more.” There’s no way? Then again, I didn’t get up and run away. “Are you ready, baby? I’m giving you my Super D.” He holds his cock with both hands and lines it up, rubbing the tip against my entrance. He has to push to get in, he’s huge.

  I scream out at the intensity and how much he’s stretching me. His pure size pushing into me relentlessly.

  “You feel me, baby?”

  “Uh-huh,” I’m finally able to respond.

  “Do you feel full? You should see how big your hole is stretched for me.”

  “Very full,” still limited in my speech.

  “Trust me. You’re not full yet. That’s only my tip.”

  He slams into me all at once and I scream out again as he slams into my wall. His girth penetrating all the way into me.

  “Come on, baby, I need to fit all the way in. There’s still a couple inches. You can do it. I want to mash my body against yours when I slam into you.” He’s in deep and pushes further, “Almost.”

  “Oh. Oh,” I can’t function. I can’t put words together. All there is, is him.

  “Ang, you need to be able to take me the whole way if you want me to fuck you hard. It’s what you want, right? It’s what you asked for and I’ll always give you what you ask for. He slams me over and over, harder and harder until he’s smashed up against me. “Yeah, you’re my girl. Do you like it, baby?”

  “Yes.”

  “I knew you would. Do you want more?”

  “Anything for you, D.”

  He pulls out and rolls me over to my back, “Do you mean it? Anything for me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Is it what you want? Fucked hard and fast?”

  “Anything to make you happy, D.”

  “It’s not what I want. I want to take care of you and love you and be naked together. I did it because you wanted to be fucked and you should experience getting fucked. I’ll do anything for you, even fuck you hard when you need it.”

  Breathless, “D? Fuck me hard and make me come. I’ll be yours, anything you want for the rest of the night.” I’m not sure what’s come over me, but I have to see it through. This is an experience I can’t pass up, I need him to fuck me. I want him to be in control.

  He doesn’t speak. He simply stares at me. I move back to the edge of the bed and get on all fours with my ass in the air. “Do you want me or not, D?”

  He gets up and stands behind me at the foot of the bed, his hands on my hips, “It’s what you want. I’ll always give you what you want.” He rubs his tip in my wetness and slams into me all at once. “If you want it, I should enjoy it. Fuck me.” He slams into me over and over. I’m screaming out in pleasure on every stroke. “All me, Ang. Remember, nobody else can do this for you. Only Super D.”

  It’s hard and fast and so fucking intense. I start to move with him, moving in time to meet his strokes and slamming us together. He’s huge, my head hanging down and I watch him slamming me from behind. He’s hard and his extra thick head… he’s amazing massaging me inside, and anchoring him inside me. “Oh, D. Fuck. More. Don’t stop, Super D!”

  “Anything you want,” his breath ragged. Did I send him over the edge? He pounds into me harder and faster. His fingers grip my hips tight and dig into the flesh. He holds on while we get lost together, “Angie, baby. I’m close. I need you. Hard and fast and I’m done. Tell me to come inside. I always wear a condom, but this is you and…”

  “Anything you want for the rest of the night. I’m yours, D. Your call.”

  “Fuck me.” He strokes into me harder and harder, his body tensing and cock rigid, “You’re on birth control?”

  “No. Your call.”

  He doesn’t hesitate. “Come for me, Angie,” he whispers. “I want you to come with me.” He leans over me and cups my breasts, holding on while he fucks me. “You’re mine,” he possessively shoves himself into me as far as he can.

  “Oh, D! Now.”

  He slams me harder than before and I come violently around his huge cock, “Oh, fuck.” His pattern changes slightly, “Inside, baby. Coming inside you, Angie.”

  “Doug! Doug!” I cry out as I spiral out of control. The thunder turns to a hurricane of need and emotions and I already want him again.

  He wraps his arms around me tight and kisses my back, “I’ve got you, Angie. I’ll always take care of you.” He shoves in hard a couple times, then moves slower, but doesn’t stop. “Are you okay for more?”

  “Anything for you, whatever you want all night, Super D,” my voice is softer, more feminine.

  He pulls out of me slowly and I roll over onto my back, giggling like a school girl. “That’s a happy sound,” he says and crawls up next to me. He kisses me tenderly and searches my eyes. Wrapping his arms around me, “I love you and I’ll always give you what you want, the way you want it. But, sometimes I want to love you. You’re not on birth control? You let me come inside, I want to come inside you all night. Fuck, I want to come inside every time from now on. You’re where I belong.”

  “I love how you make me a girl. I don’t want to be in charge when I’m with you, I want you to be in control. I want you in control of everything. I don’t want to make decisions. I want you to take care of me. I want you to love me and sometimes fuck me, because I might be bad,” I smile at him. “You want to keep coming inside me? Your call.” There’s no way I deny this man anything. Yes, he’s truly Super D, but it’s more. He�
��s Doug. He’s always been there for me. What took me so long to discover he’s the one. Yes, it’s true, he’s the one. He’ll do anything for me and always will, but he’s taken my heart from me in trade. No, I’m giving him my heart and my body willingly. I’m his.

  Chapter Ten

  Houck

  I want to love her. I always want to love her. I bow down at her sex and kiss it, licking her clit until she shakes. I move up to her body, rubbing my tip in her wetness and push in slow while I kiss her, “Isn’t this better, baby?” I get completely buried inside her and wrap my arms around her, moving slowly. She doesn’t answer me and I want her to come around me again. I sit up on my knees and take in our connection. I push into her until we’re completely one, “Do you want to touch yourself?” She reaches toward her clit and I take her hand, making her grasp how big I am at our connection. Her hand on my cock is almost enough to set me off. I caress her swollen clit and she shivers. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” I rub it and she implodes around me, squeezing my cock. I lean over her moving in and out slowly while she comes, “I love you, baby.” I kiss her neck and wrap my arms around her, “I’ve got you.” She’s not with me. I hold her and wait. Her breathing is heavy and her heart is beating as strong as mine. She’s amazing around me and our heat is crazy. I push and pull with her tight around me and I’m done at simply the idea of being in Angie. I’m throbbing hard and she’s still contracting around me while I come. How is this better with her? Fuck! I can’t keep coming inside her. Too late now, she’s getting everything and I want her to have it.

  I’m happier than I’ve ever been because I have her with me. Kissing her, holding her, getting inside her, all things I could only imagine and now she’s here in my bed, willing to give me anything I want. She left it up to me to make the decisions and I didn’t take care of her. She told me she’s not on birth control and I came in her anyway. Here’s the kicker, I’m going to come inside her every chance I get and I’m going to come hard. What the hell am I thinking? Shit! What did I do? We’re not married. We’re not engaged. We’re not even dating. We don’t live together. Shit, we don’t even live on the same side of the country. My stupid ass makes a decision that has her living alone and finding herself pregnant. What decision does she make if I’m not there? There’s no way for me to have a clue. She could keep it to herself and never say a word. She could hide from me and I’d never get to talk to her again. Fuck. I’m in love with her and she’s going to leave.

  I still have her in my arms when my mouth takes control, “Stay here with me.”

  “I’m staying right here with you all night, D. I told you I’m yours tonight.”

  I take a deep breath, “I meant don’t go home. This should be your home. This should be your bed. You should be with me.”

  “D, I…”

  I don’t want her reasons for why she can’t be here or how this is just a weekend or we need time to make sure this is what we want. It doesn’t matter and I’ve had a long time to contemplate it. I’m not giving her up. “We can hire somebody to pack your belongings up and ship them here for you. We can set up a virtual office for you. I can go to your place at the All-Star Break and help you get packed and moved. I want you here with me. I want you to be mine. I want to take care of you.” My internal voice is at full speed and ready to express my desires. I want to get you pregnant. I want you to be my wife. I don’t care what order it happens in. Then in a soft voice, “I want you cheering for me at every game and screaming out my name in our bed. I only want to give Super D to you.” Fuck she makes me crazy.

  She places her hand on my chest and searches my eyes, “Douglas Houck, you need to get a grip. You know me. You know I consider everything and make calculated decisions. This whole weekend is outside my comfort zone.” She stops talking and her expression softens. I open my mouth to speak and she places two fingers over my lips to keep me quiet. I kiss her fingers and wait for her to continue. “I’m not sure what to say. I guess, I don’t let anyone else have control or make decisions for me. But you? I want you to be in control. I don’t have to think when I’m with you because you’ll take care of me. You always have. You make me feminine, more of a woman. Nobody does that. I think I need you.”

  She hasn’t caught up to me yet. She doesn’t know she loves me. I don’t need her to say the words, her eyes have already shown me. I need to love her and prove it’s real.

  Houck

  I wrap my arms around her, kissing her glorious lips. I spread her legs with mine and lie in between them while we kiss. Our kiss grows hotter by the second, I push into her and pull a squeal from her lips. Slowly, I bury myself deep inside her and watch her face as she experiences me. Opening her mouth and dragging her teeth across her lower lip. Her hands grasp at the headboard. Whimpers and cries come from her sweet lips. I claim her mouth while I move slowly inside her, needing all of her to be mine, “I love you. Please be mine.” My words are unstable in the pit of my stomach. It’s what I hope for, more than asking her for anything. Expressing my love for her is something I never dreamed I’d be able to do and here I am, declaring the words to her with all my heart. She moves her hands across my back and digs her fingers in. I explore her neck with my lips, loving her tenderly.

  “Oh, D,” she releases on a sexy sigh. “There’s only you.”

  “Good, I don’t want to share you.”

  “No, you don’t understand. Everything else in the world is gone. It’s only you.”

  Fuck me, “Only me. All of me inside you?”

  “Yes, D. Super D.”

  “My lips on yours kissing you, kissing your neck?”

  “Uh-huh, and your words, oh… honest to my heart.”

  “Everything I do or say will always be true. I’ve been waiting for you.” I keep moving slowly and she’s amazing around me. “Feel me move for you? I want to stay right where I am forever.” Her hands glide over my body, a lustful caress, and she palms my ass with both hands. She starts to move with me, responding to me as I stroke into her. It’s pushing me, “I want to go slow, Ang. Let me love you. Can’t you feel what we are together?” She must. This attraction and heat we have is undeniable. She must sense it, it can’t just be me.

  Angie

  I want to move with him. My body has to move with him and meet his actions. I need to. I need him. Super D makes me lose my mind, huge and hard. Nothing from my past compares. If I’m being honest, it’s more than the Super D. It’s superior in every way, but mostly it’s him. I can’t close my eyes without visions of him, he speaks and I’m overcome by his devoted words. When he declares his love for me, I believe him with every cell of my being. This easy sex is making it undeniable and sending his love for me to every part of me. It’s a slow burn and he’s pushing me closer with every delectable stroke. How can I want him this bad when I already have him? “It’s so much,” escapes my lips.

  He’s at my ear, “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No, don’t stop. Never stop. Love me, D.”

  “Always.” He starts to grind against me on every stroke and I’m lost to the darkness without warning, hit unexpectedly by my orgasm.

  I scream out his name and thread my fingers into his hair, holding him at my collarbone where he’s kissing me. He keeps moving at his steady, easy pace.

  “I love it when you scream out my name. I’ll have to have you a couple more times before I’m done tonight.”

  Fuck me. My emotions respond, “Yes, please. Anything for you.” I’m still coming around his hard love, his strokes pushing me further.

  “You’re so tight around me. You make me want to come now.”

  It’s getting hotter and he moves his hands to my head, holding me where he wants me and kissing me. His movements are consistent and deliberate, but his kiss pushes forward. I’m completely his, here for his every whim. He nibbles at my lips and licks me from the base of my neck to my mouth. It’s hard to breathe. My senses are all overcome and I can’t concentrate on anything
, only D. The friction building between us with the kiss. Him tugging on my lips, sucking on my tongue, playing with my hair, completely in control. It’s never been this way. I’m always in control.

  “You don’t need to be in control with me. You’re my woman and I belong to you. The only thing I need to do in my life is make you happy and give you pleasure. Until now, all I’ve done is practice for you. I’m here to take care of you.” He claims my mouth, kissing me hard and needy. I wrap my legs around him. “Oh, fuck. Hold on.” I squeeze him with my legs around his waist. “Hands, too.” I grab onto him around his neck. He sits up on his knees, taking me with him as I cling to him. His hands are splayed across my back, supporting me as he slides in and out of me. “Trust me,” he requests and I let go of his neck. He leans me away from him, holding me in his strong arms and focuses on me as he smiles. It’s a stretch with my legs snugly around him. He pushes into me completely, our bodies mashed together at our connection. He slides me back and forth on his hard cock, stroking himself with my body.

  “Oh, D,” I let my head hang back in pleasure.

  He moves me faster and the friction grows quickly, “I want…”

  The thunder inside me is rumbling and ready to release. I’m full and sated, yet want more of him when he moves me even faster and slams me on his huge cock over and over. His cock becomes more rigid and he’s throbbing inside me as he pushes in as deep as he can get. “Please don’t stop,” I beg uncontrollably.

  He growls, “I love how you want more. I’m ready for you.” He lays me back down on the bed and goes back to his easy pace. He pats my thigh and he grabs my legs as I release them from around him. He’s still hard and wanting more. He leans into me, spreading my legs and finding my deep place easily. I whimper. “Do you like me deep inside you, Angie?”