by Dani Wyatt
I need her to be mine. Forever. And for a split second, that thought darkens the world around me. Because in five days, I’m leaving, and that knowledge turns me to ice.
How can this be happening? I’ve been around this fucking town my whole life. And now this? Just when I have to leave?
I push the thoughts away, trusting that I will find a solution, because I can’t waste one second of this night. I want it all. Not just the sex. I want to make love to her, eat her, taste her, then fuck her. I want to know her and consume her thoughts and her heart. Make her part of me.
Then, when she’s spent and her eyes look to me for everything, I’ll pull her as close into me as possible and listen to her sleep. I want to watch her dream and pray that somehow, some way, I’ll be what she dreams about even if it’s only for one night.
“Lie back.” My voice is low, struggling to come out of my throat.
I see her chest rise with a deep, unsure breath, but her body obeys, arms moving to her sides, shifting against the bed and straightening her legs, laying all that luscious perfection back onto the heap of white pillows contrasted against the heaviness of the carved headboard.
“Jesus,” I grunt, feeling my stomach clench and my dick grow another inch.
There is an ache inside me, a pain of being, of existing, that should be uncomfortable. And yet, I don’t want it ever to go away. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. This woman was born for me.
I stuff my hands down into my pockets, stunned into silence by the view.
I’m not sure how long I stand there, just staring at her, but it’s long enough that her face loses the look of concern and turns into a vixen’s smile.
She’s no fool. She’s reading me just fine and beginning to understand the power she wields.
“Are you going to touch me? Or should I touch myself? Because I need to be touched.”
“I’m going to do far more than just touch you.”
I’m next to the bed in a second, leaning over, kissing her forehead as her hand drops the sheet, hooking her fingers into the waistband of my suit pants. The desire is plain in her eyes, and I know what she wants.
Because I want it too.
Us.
This. This connection. Turning into exactly what we were meant to be.
“You changing your mind about not fucking me, Kick?”
The sight of her creamy ivory skin, her tight pink nipples, has me fighting to hold back a carnal moan. I want all of her in my mouth at once.
“Nope.” She toys with me as her fingers move to the buckle of my belt.
“You know this is far more than just repaying a debt to me, Holli. You know how to read people. Something about you. About this...” I shake my head, unsure how to describe what I’m feeling. “It’s just so much more.”
“I know.” She smiles, and I reach down to drag the backs of my fingers down her cheek then back up, feeling how soft she is. Amazed by the innocence of her heart.
She tugs at the buckle, her breath stalling as she waits for my approval.
“Go ahead.” I answer her wordless request and see the relief swim across her face.
She’s naked in front of me. Not a blemish or imperfection anywhere. Her body is soft, full, and she couldn’t be more perfect if I’d created her in a lab somewhere.
My hand drops from her cheek to her breast as her fingers work my belt, making soft clicks as she struggles in her haste to get it open.
“Slow down, Kick. I don’t want to rush any of this. I want to savor every second until morning.”
I see a moment of doubt in her eyes. I’m sure this will not be the only night we spend like this, but I’m wondering if she feels the same.
She works her body closer to the edge of the bed as her fingers run down my zipper. My cock is ready to rut into her like an animal, but I force myself to keep control, watching while she works the button, then with a pop, the pressure from my erection spreads my pants wide.
“Oh my God.” Her eyes light up when my bare cock springs forward and nearly bounces against her nose.
“I go commando,” I say with a quick shrug, loving the way she brings her fingers to her lips to stifle a giggle.
Her nipples turn to hard peaks, and my fingers reach down to pinch them both. She lets out a soft moan at the touch, and my mouth is watering, begging to get them between my lips. But right now, it’s her mouth that wins.
“Holy shit.” I release a few drops of my cum at the first flick of her tongue on the tip of my dick.
Her moan is a reflex action, an involuntary sound at the taste of my pre-cum. “Mmm.” Her eyelids flutter as she takes a second tentative lick at the tip of my hard-on. “I never thought it would taste so good.”
For a second, I’m confused.
“You’ve never?”
“I’m not a virgin. But I am in other things. I’ve only done like the actual deed. I’ve never put my mouth on anyone.” Her cheeks ripen to bright red. “I never wanted to... And before you, no one had ever put their mouth on me either.”
Holy fuck. I never realized how much that would mean to me until right now.
“That is the greatest honor I’ve ever had.” She spreads her knees, both hands wrapping at the base of my cock, and her touch feels like magic. “You’re going to swallow what I give you. Every drop. Because it belongs to you. I’ve waited so long.”
I guide my cock to her lips, and she eagerly opens wide for me to slide inside. The slick warmth of her mouth envelops me in a primal dream. She may never have done this before, but there are some things that must come very naturally because, within a minute, her tongue is dancing along every ridge and vein, sending tremors down my legs.
“Slow down, baby. I want to enjoy this a little longer. You’re fucking amazing.”
She eases her enthusiastic pace, and I take control, slipping in and out of her lips in a baseline rhythm. I look down to see the rim of red lipstick around the base of my erection, her eyes meeting mine as I fuck her face and want this moment to last forever.
But then I stop. Pull out of her mouth.
The disappointment on her face hurts me, but I can’t. I can’t come without her. I just realized that this moment; it’s like a scientific fact. I just can’t.
“Lie down. On your side,” I order in a huff.
For a moment, anger bubbles up. I’m angry at the distance between us. Angry I don’t have her cunt on my face while I enjoy her mouth on me.
In a flash, I’ve disrobed, tossing my clothes onto a chair and climbing onto the bed, my head aiming for the promised land.
“Open your legs.” I shift myself into position, and she opens for me. After a few adjustments, my mouth is where it belongs, drinking in the juice that’s already streaming out of her.
When her lips encircle my cock again, my chest constricts, my throat tightens, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from exploding.
“Fuck, you are so good. Your mouth should be sainted by the fucking Pope.” I kiss my way down her wet pussy lips, my arms slipping around her thighs to hold her open against my face. The feel of my dick in her mouth and my mouth on her pussy has me so turned on I’m losing my mind.
When her body starts to move against my face, I’m already so close to the edge that it hurts, but I need her with me. I don’t think I can come without her.
Her clit is hard and full, and I toy with it before I pinch it between my lips. I can feel the peaks of her nipples rubbing against my lower abs as I growl into her pussy. She’s so wet, and I’m sucking every bit of her essence out of her as she doubles her efforts around my cock.
We both turn manic, each of our bodies telling the other just how close we are to release. I keep up the pace of my tongue and lips on her sex, feeling her slipping, sliding ever closer to the edge, ready to spring off into the waiting bliss.
The first spray of her cum hits my tongue, and I’m gone with her. My cock jerks and my balls heave out in an orgasm that
makes me nearly black out.
The only thing holding me to consciousness is my connection to her cunt. I wouldn’t miss one second of her climax..
I shoot so much cum down her throat, I know she won’t manage to swallow it all, but I don’t care. I only care that I get to swallow all of hers. I press my face harder into her as her orgasm rocks her hips and her bleats and moans vibrate through my cock.
C H A P T E R N I N E
Holli
“Eating you is enough repayment for any debt.” Lincoln easily flips me onto my back, my chest still heaving from the orgasm his mouth just gave me.
He’s on top of me in a heartbeat, staring down into my face with such intensity I flinch involuntarily, wondering for a moment if he’s going to hurt me. His eyes search my face. Then his lips take mine, and without thought, I draw back, the salty flavor of his cum still thick on my tongue.
“What the fuck is that?” He grips my chin, planting his lips hard there before pulling back to let me answer.
“I didn’t think...” My cheeks are hot and getting hotter as his chest rests against my tits. “I didn’t think you would want to kiss me right now.”
His massive cock hasn’t lost any of its thick hardness as it rests on my thigh.
“I want everything that has to do with us. I’ll kiss you when I please. I don’t care what you just swallowed. I want it all, Kick.”
With that, his lips take mine, his tongue driving forward without apology and licking inside my mouth, licking every corner he can reach until I’m breathless and limp beneath him.
He growls as I yield any power I might have to him. My hands drag up his forearms until they rest at the back of his neck. Every muscle and tendon there feel like iron piping under his skin.
“So...” I whisper, unable to think of any words to form a sentence.
“Consider your debt cleared.” His raw voice sweeps through me, and I feel lost for a moment. Thinking this is over. That that’s really all this was to him. The world continues to turn, but I’m lost, unable to accept it. For what feels like forever, our eyes lock, and I try to read him. But he has no tells, he has no expression. He just is. And then he takes a breath, and his voice comes low and thick. “But, I want more. I need more. I want all of you.”
The head of his cock grazes against my opening. His massive body shifts into place over me, and I open my legs for him.
“I want more.” My voice is husky as I hold eye contact, unwilling to let him out of my sight. The ferocity in his eyes is frightening and exhilarating, and I need to feel his fury.
“I want to give you everything, Holli. Everything you could ever want.”
“Then give me what I want.”
I arch into him, lifting my hips to try to grab at the tip of his cock as it teases me. The scent of our sex is still thick in the space between us, and it only makes the hunger inside me more ragged, more needy.
“Ask, and you shall receive. You deserve to be given anything and everything you want.”
With that, the tip of his dick begins to spread me open. His eyes lock onto mine as he slowly eases inside of me, leaving me gasping and on the edge again.
“I want to tell you something else.” I’m panting, the words flowing out of me as he pauses, holding himself half inside me, showing so much restraint, so much control.
“What?”
His body is shaking with the effort it costs him to wait, but I need him to know.
“I’ve never come before. Except on my own. Like, by myself. You’re the first man I’ve ever had an orgasm with. From. With. I don’t know—”
Something passes over his face, halting his breath and making his eyes darken. “And I’m going to be the only man.”
He pushes inside me in a harsh thrust, baring his teeth and growling.
I shake and yelp, but I want more. His size is more than I can take, but I enjoy the pain. I like it. I want this; I want him so far inside of me I’ll remember with every step I take for a week.
“Wait, what about—” I’m stupid, and I should have thought of it before this moment. But for whatever reason, I want him inside me like this, with nothing between us. Though that little voice inside my head tells me I should say something. I should be responsible.
“What about nothing. If you’re asking about a condom—” That word comes out like he’s just tasted something horrible. “I’m going to tell you something too.”
He slides in and out of me as his hands come to the back of my head, holding my gaze to his as he speaks.
“I’ve never done this either. Never touched a woman like this. Never wanted to. But with you, if anyone tries to put anything between us, I’ll fucking kill them. So, Kick, no condom. I’m clean. I haven’t touched a woman in more years than I can remember, and before that, I got tested. I wouldn’t put you in danger. I’d die first.”
He begins to thrust harder, faster. His lips dance against mine as we breathe one another’s breaths.
“I’m on the pill, though,” I whisper, and he doesn’t miss a beat. But I want him to know, just in case.
“Well, I’ll live with that for now. But just so you know, I hadn’t planned on pulling out. Never will.”
He lowers his head to take a nipple into his mouth, teeth meeting tender flesh as I push into him and he drives his manhood forward.
We move together, and I lose myself completely in how good it feels. How deeply connected we are right now.
His mouth sucks and tugs on my nipple as we rock into each other. I push up on my heels, trying to take even more of him.
“Sssshhhh, I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice shakes.
“I want it all. Please. I want to feel so full of you that I’m ready to burst.”
“Fuck, Holli, you’re too tight. If I ever harm you, I’d kill myself.”
“It’s okay. It hurts, but it feels so good. Like you belong right here. You are that man, the one I told you about from my dreams. We belong together, and this is right—this is fate.”
I can’t believe when those words come out. But they’re true. If he’s the faceless man in my dreams, the one who stands behind me, the one I’ve known for so long, then that means this moment was already written in our stars. It was preordained. And if that’s true, then all this pleasure and pain were meant to be.
“Jesus, I’m not going to last if you keep talking like that. You feel too good. Too perfect. I want to fucking own you. Fucking possess you. Forever.”
With that, he sets me off. I’m raking my nails into his skin, and he follows me again into the moment.
Hot jets of cum fill every space as he seats himself as deep as I can take, holding hard inside me as we both spasm and push against one another.
Lincoln buries his face into my neck on a primal growl. Biting me at the nape, sending another fresh wave of pleasure through me.
After what could be a few minutes or an hour, my breath finally slows, and I look up to see him staring down at me.
“I think we solved your little...problem.” His lips turn upward, and I try to make sense of what he’s saying.
“You mean my debt?”
He chuckles, and I feel it in the slight jerking of his cock, still held securely inside my cunt.
“No. The other problem.”
I think for a moment before a smile sweeps over my lips. I take a deep, heavy breath and let it out in a satisfied sigh, then whisper, “You were right. My orgasms are safe with you.”
C H A P T E R T E N
Lincoln
“I have another confession.” I pull her tighter into my chest. “I’ve never spooned before.”
Her body shakes with laughter, the vibrations of her giggles only serving to make my cock harden back to life as it rests comfortably against the world’s most incredible ass. Her head is cradled in the crook of one arm, while the other loops across her belly, my hand playing absently with her nipples. The scent of her hair and our sex clouds every thought with a welcome haz
e.
“For such a close to the vest kind of guy, you sure do like confessing things.”
“You’ve changed me. I’m a new man.”
“Ha.” She shifts her head to try to look back toward me. “I doubt that.”
You have no idea how true that is, my sweet Holli.
“You’ll have to trust me.” I slide my hand upward, loving the feel of her neck in my grip.
My thumb traces her jawbone, finding her pulse, then settles where I can feel it pick up pace as I apply even pressure.
“I let you take me to your home where no one would ever find me or even think to look if anything went wrong. Let you choke me until I wasn’t sure where my next breath would come from. Let you make love to me with no protection...”
I move my hips against her warm flesh, feeling my need grow. I can’t get enough of her.
She stops talking at the movement, then, on a shaky breath, finishes her thought. “I’d say I have at least a modicum of trust when it comes to you, Lincoln Kirk.”
I stroke her from her neck to her belly, enjoying and memorizing every inch until her breathing slows and steadies. I’ve lost all track of time, but I know it’s late. So late it’s turning into early again, and for the first time, I feel peaceful slumber begin to take me here in my own bedroom. In my own bed.
No.
That’s not right. It’s our bed now. Because without her, I’ll never sleep here again. That thought is the last in my mind as I drift off into easy dreams.
I wake with a start, my heart pounding. Clutching at her to be sure she’s still here. I feel flesh, the soft glory of her, and she mumbles and shifts against me, still tucked tight into my body just where she was when we fell asleep. My heart is beating like a freight train, the fear that she would be gone still fresh in my mind.
How far I have fallen in such a short time.
I’m wide awake now, listening to her breathe. Wishing I could watch her dreams so I would know exactly what she wants. What she needs. And then I could give it to her for the rest of her life.
The throbbing in my dick is relentless. The need she creates in me is painful.