A Real Man: Limited Edition

by Jenika Snow

  When I moaned, he grunted and held onto my ass even harder.

  “God, please, Hugo.” I didn’t care that I was begging, that I sounded desperate. Right now, I just wanted to feel him pushing into me, stretching my pussy, and claiming every inch of me.

  Even though I was unbelievably wet for him, I knew when he finally pushed that huge cock into me it would be tough. He was just so big, and even if I weren’t a virgin there would be a lot that had to stretch to accommodate him.

  I was looking forward to it, needed it like I needed to breathe.

  But I wanted to feel so full I couldn’t stand it, couldn’t even breathe.

  “Are you ready for me?” he asked in that deep voice of his.

  “I’m so ready for you.”

  “I need you so fucking much.”

  He kept one hand on my ass and moved the other between our bodies, took hold of his cock, and placed it at my entrance.

  “Kiss me,” I whispered, needing his mouth on me when he shoved deep inside.

  He didn’t make me ask a second time.

  Hugo rubbed his cock along my cleft, up and down, not penetrating me like I wanted him to. “You’re so wet for me, so ready for me.” He looked right in my eyes, not stopping his ministrations between my legs.

  I felt my slickness slip from my pussy and slide down my inner thigh. While he kissed me, I grabbed onto the back of his head, pulled at the strands of his short hair, needing him as close as he could get.

  Groans spilled from both of us.

  For years, I’d imagined being with Hugo. But I chalked those dreams up to nothing but fantasy.

  But we were here now together. Our skin was sweaty, pressed together, and the idea that I was about to have sex with the man I loved made me breathless.

  I was at the point I wanted him shoved so deep inside of me nothing else mattered.

  He stilled above me, his muscles strained, taut. “There’s no going back from this, Sabine.”

  I just shook my head. “Good.”

  I shifted, my lower half lifting up and pressing against his shaft. He hissed.

  “I’m ready.”

  He placed the tip at my entrance again, and in a swift move, buried a few inches into me. I felt the stretch and burn start to take root. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. There wasn’t any confusion about what was going to happen.

  Right now there was only us.

  He thrust his hips forward, pushing another inch into me. Hugo groaned and closed his eyes. “You’re so tight.” He pushed yet another inch into me, and the burning, stretching sensation took hold even more.

  My inner muscles clenched on their own.

  He grunted. “God, Sabine. You can’t do that or I’ll come too soon.” He rested his forehead against mine, and we breathed together. “You feel so good.” In one swift move, he was buried fully inside of me, and I gasped at the sudden action. “Christ. Just like that, baby.” He started moving in and out of me, faster and harder, claiming every inch of me. I closed my eyes when it became too much to keep them open.

  “Look at me. Watch me, Sabine.”

  I gasped when he hit something deliciously good inside of me. I opened my eyes and stared right into his. He was so far inside there wasn’t a part of me Hugo wasn’t touching.

  He started moving again, and the sound of flesh slapping together was so erotic, so filthy, I could have come from that alone.

  I love you so much.

  The root of his cock rubbed against my clit every time he slammed into me.

  He pushed fully into me, stilled, and rotated his hips, causing a different kind of sensation to fill me.

  “Sabine.” He gritted my name out. “You’re so tight it’s almost painful.” His expression was fierce. “But it’s so fucking good.” Sweat beaded his brow, and he made this low sound when he pulled out and then slammed into me especially hard.

  “God. Hugo.”

  “I want you to come for me. I want to see you get off.” He reached between us and pressed his thumb to my clit, rubbing the bud back and forth while he still tunneled in and out of me.

  Hell.

  His breathing was short, hard pants. I knew he was close to getting off, too.

  “You’re mine,” he said so low, almost feral. He slammed into me again and applied more pressure to my clit until I was about to explode for him. But before I went over the edge, he stilled.

  I wanted to scream.

  “Tell me you’re mine.”

  That’s all I’ve ever wanted.

  “Tell me,” he demanded.

  “I’m yours.”

  He thrust in and out of me like a madman now, faster and harder. I got lost in the sensation.

  He was groaning as well, an auditory pleasure that filled me.

  “Fuck, yes, Sabine. You’re mine, only mine.”

  “I’m only yours.” I gasped when he slammed into me so hard I moved up an inch on the bed.

  The pain only heightened my pleasure.

  He started whispering in Russian to me, and that made me hotter. And I came for him, just like that.

  “God, Sabine.” He thrust deep in my body and stilled, his huge body tense above me, his muscles rigid, defined.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Seeing Hugo get off was so arousing, because I was the one who had done this to him. I could feel him come, could feel the hard jets of his seed filling me. He was so big and warm inside me that those sensations had my pleasure mounting even more.

  He thrust deep in me once more, stilled, and his haggard breathing told me everything I needed to know.

  When several moments passed, he opened his eyes and looked me in the eyes. Sweat covered his brow, and I reached up and smoothed my finger over a bead. I felt droplets slide down my temple, surprising me, but also arousing me. Hugo leaned down and ran his tongue along the side of my head, licking the sweat away. When he pulled back, I felt dizzy, drunk, and so damn euphoric right now.

  “Are you okay?”

  I nodded. “I’m more than okay.”

  And I was. God, I was.

  11

  Hugo

  Three days later

  I could see how nervous Sabine was, and I knew part of it was because she thought I was leaving.

  At first, I hadn’t planned on setting a departure date, simply because I’d used this time to recoup from traveling. But I also knew I couldn’t stay at Leo and Annabelle’s house for an indeterminate length of time.

  But I did not intend to leave her, not after I’d made her mine.

  I cupped Sabine’s face and leaned in to kiss her. I didn’t deny the proprietary desire to mark her in front of whoever the fuck saw rode me strong. Leo and Annabelle where just a few feet away, and after we’d told them of our relationship, and I explained I wasn’t going to stop seeing Sabine, even if they disapproved, they seemed to accept what was happening. They were unconformable about it at first. I could give them that, could understand it, too.

  I was so much older, and I was a family friend. But I didn’t give a fuck about any of that. They were my family … but Sabine was my life.

  Sabine. Was. My. Life.

  “Are you sure you want to come to the city with me?” I had no issues throwing her over my shoulder like a caveman staking his claim. But I wanted her complete devotion.

  And when I looked into her face, into her eyes, I knew I had it.

  “Wherever you want to go, whatever you want to do, I’ll follow you.”

  I cupped her face in my hands and leaned down so we were eye-to-eye.

  “But your work, your travels.”

  I shook my head. “It’s my company. I’ll do whatever I please, and if that means being here with you while you go back to school, or you coming with me and traveling, so be it. I can work from anywhere. I won’t lie and say I may not have to travel on occasion, but my life is yours, Sabine.” I smoothed my fingers along her jaw. “This is about you, about us, and I’ll make it work.” I kissed h
er again, swiped my tongue along her bottom lip, and wanted her to know this was the truth. “You’re my life.”

  And she was, every aspect of it.

  “You know I want to be with you.”

  I felt this surge of pleasure and testosterone move through me.

  We were staying in the city alone for the next few days. I would work out my schedule, switch things, rearrange appointments, and make this work.

  Failure wasn’t an option when it came to Sabine.

  “I want this to work, Hugo. I’d never ask you to change for me. Where you go, I go. I’ll make this work, too.”

  I smiled, feeling so fucking happy right now.

  “For me it’s just you, Sabine.”

  There was nothing else in the world that mattered more than the woman in front of me, and I was going to spend the rest of my life proving that to her.

  Sabine

  We’d just stepped into the hotel suite Hugo had reserved for the next few days. He’d told me he’d work out his schedule so he didn’t have to travel so much. But the truth was I didn’t want him to change for me. I could finish a lot of my graduate degree online if need be.

  But I wasn’t going to worry about that right now. Hugo was here with me, we were together, and things would work out.

  I wouldn’t allow it not to.

  This was my life and what I had always wanted.

  I watched as Hugo went into the kitchen and got a couple of glasses out of the cabinet, and a bottle of wine from the fridge. I took that time to look at the hotel room. It wasn’t standard, of course, but more of a suite, with the small kitchen, living room area, and a private bedroom down a short hallway. I walked over to the floor to ceiling windows and looked down at Times Square, which was right below us. The area was crowded with people. From this high up, it looked like a flow of colorful ink along the ground.

  I felt Hugo step up behind me, his body heat seeping into me and sending this shiver racing up my spine. He didn’t even have to touch me and I was affected. When I heard glass lightly clanking, I looked down to see him setting the wine glasses, now filled with ruby red liquid, down on the small table beside us. I started to turn around, but he placed a hand on my lower back, stopping me. Nothing was said as he pushed my hair off my neck, pulled my shirt down to expose my shoulder, and proceeded to kiss my bared flesh.

  I placed my hands on the cool glass, closed my eyes, and just absorbed the feeling of Hugo kissing and licking my flesh. I was already so wet for him, and I felt my nipples stab through the material of my shirt. It was hard to breathe as he placed a hand on my waist and pulled me back. I felt the hard outline of his cock along my lower back, and a soft moan left me.

  Still we said nothing, but words didn’t have to be spoken for this moment to be loud.

  He lightly sucked at my skin, the little spot where my neck and shoulder met. A wave of pleasure slammed into me, and I moaned again. Curling my nails against the glass, I leaned forward and rested my forehead on it. I wanted so much right now, and it all had to do with the man currently making my knees feel weak.

  He clenched his fingers along my hipbone and pulled me even closer to his erection.

  “Hugo…” I whispered.

  He didn’t say anything in response, just licked, sucked, and gently bit my flesh. The hand not holding onto my waist was now in my hair, lifting the heavy fall of the strands and holding them at the crown of my head. He alternated between both sides of my neck, running his tongue along the flesh, teasing me, tormenting me. But still he said nothing. He just touched me—almost innocently, but so erotic in the same breath.

  And when I couldn’t take it anymore, when I was about to beg him to take me, he pulled away, turned me around, and held my throat in a loose, controlling, and arousing hold. He kissed me like my life depended on it, and at that moment it did.

  “I love you, Sabine,” he said against my mouth, and my heart jumped to my throat.

  “I love you, too,” I whispered back.

  He went to his knees in front of me, pulled my pants and panties down, and tossed them aside. I took a deep breath in, placed my hands behind me, palms flat on the chilled glass, and let this man—my man—pleasure me. Hugo looked up at me, his focus trained solely on me, and I had no doubt I was his world. It was the look in his eyes, the devotion I saw on his face that told me I was it for him.

  Without saying anything, he lifted my leg, bent the knee, and placed it over his shoulder. I was spread for him, my weight resting on the glass, my focus on this man. And without any more waiting, Hugo leaned forward and ran his tongue up my cleft to my clit. A groan spilled from me, he grunted deeply, and I felt the world fade away.

  But I forced my eyes to stay open. He pulled away, but a line of saliva came with him. I nearly came right then at the sight.

  “This will always be about you, Sabine.” He licked me again, right through my center, and a shiver worked its way through my whole body. “It’ll always be only about you until I take my last breath.”

  And I knew he meant that, just like he was it for me.

  12

  Hugo

  One year later

  I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, but then again that had been the case for years. She was still all I thought about, all I wanted in my life. Even if we’d known each other for years, I anticipated spending my life with her.

  She looked out the window of my private jet, thousands of feet above the ground. I had business in Russia, and since it was a break from her graduate studies, and she’d never been to my home country, I thought it was the perfect time to bring her with me.

  “You look especially beautiful today, lyubov moya.”

  She turned and faced me, the smile that could light up a fucking room shining right at me. “Thank you.” She looked me up and down, as much as she could since I was seated. I shifted in the leather seat, feeling my arousal grow the longer she stared at me. “You’re not hard on the eyes either.”

  My cock jerked something fierce at her comment.

  “Come here,” I commanded.

  She stood, the pencil skirt she wore molding to her long legs. I knew what her ass looked like in the tweed, how the roundness and curve of it showed off her perfection.

  She was perfect to me. Every part of her made just for me.

  When she was standing right in front of me, I was tempted to tell her to lower to her knees, but I wanted to please her. Making her feel good brought me an immense amount of pleasure.

  I wrapped my hand around her waist and pulled her forward. She lost her footing and had to place her hands on my chest. Our mouths were close, our breath mingling.

  “The flight crew could come to the cabin at any moment,” she whispered, and I could hear that she didn’t much care for that. I reached across the console and pressed the service button. In a matter of seconds, Marcella, my full-time flight attendant, came into the cabin.

  “Something I can help you with, Sir?” She was professional, not missing a beat or acting surprised that I had Sabine nearly on my lap.

  “I want privacy. I don’t want anyone coming into the cabin until I specifically call for them.”

  “Of course, Sir.” She was gone a second later.

  “I have no doubt Marcella knows why you want an empty cabin,” Sabine said softly, her focus on my face.

  “I have no doubt she does, too.” I clenched my hands into fists as my arousal grew for Sabine. “Does it turn you on knowing there are a handful of my employees just beyond that door?” She didn’t respond, but her breathing increased. “Does it make you wet to know they are very aware of what I am about to do to you?”

  Sabine swallowed, her pupils dilated, and she made this soft sound in the back of her throat.

  “Would you like me to find out for myself?” I challenged.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Pull your skirt above your glorious ass, Sabine.” She straightened, but I stopped her with a hand to her hip. “You left t
he panties at home, right? Just like I instructed?”

  She nodded slowly, and I watched her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink.

  I sat back and got comfortable as I waited for her to pull her skirt up. She didn’t make me wait long.

  Lifting my eyes to look into hers, I could see she’d pulled the material up, but I made sure to look at her eyes.

  When she stopped moving, I slowly lowered my gaze. Her pussy was bare of any hair, and her slit was a gorgeous peach color. My hand twitched, the need to reach out and run a finger down the cleft riding me strong. I noticed she kept glancing at the door. “They won’t enter without my specific instruction. They won’t disobey me.” She turned her focus to me. “Just like you won’t disobey me, right, Sabine?”

  She licked her lips and nodded. “I have no desire to disobey you.”

  “Then place your foot right here.” I patted the empty leather space between my legs. She lifted her leg and placed her foot where I wanted, and I reached out and placed my hands on her knees, prying them open as wide as they’d go. She reached up and braced her hands above to balance herself. I let go of her knees and started undoing the buttons of her blouse. I stopped when only a few at the bottom were still secured. I just wanted access to the large mounds of her breasts currently being held back by transparent pink lace.

  “Christ, Sabine.” I lifted my eyes up to her face. “Pull the cups down and let your breasts spill free.”

  She was panting now, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated lust. She did as I said, and once the large mounds were freed of the constricting material, we both groaned. I wanted to lick at her nipples and see if they got harder, but first I wanted to lick at her pretty cunt until she came for me.

  I pulled her cunt lips apart, saw the pink center, and couldn’t stop myself from leaning in and licking my fill. She tasted sweet, musky, and all mine. I ate her out until her legs started to shake, and I knew she was about to get off. I doubled my efforts, wanting to be inside of her when she came, but I knew I could get my woman off more than once.