by Jenika Snow
I licked my lips, gripped the comforter, nodding. “Yes.”
He moved closer, grabbed his cock, and started stroking himself from root to tip. “I’ve only just begun to show you what it means to be mine.”
He came closer until he was back on the bed, my legs spread to accommodate his big body.
“I want you,” I whispered.
He groaned, placed the head of his cock right at my pussy hole, and started pushing in. Even though I knew what he felt like, he stretched me so damn good, and a delicious burn traveled through my whole body. He was slow and gentle this time, but I wasn’t fooled. He had his hand on the bed beside my head, his jaw clenched tightly, and his expression fierce. I curled my nails into his flesh and brought him closer. Inch after inch, he pushed into me... owning me just like he said he would.
“God, baby. You’re so tight, so hot and wet.”
I could see beads of perspiration dot his forehead as a look of pure ecstasy covered his face.
“God,” I gasped those words out.
“This feels so good, so fucking good.”
He started thrusting into me, pulling out and pushing back in like an animal had been let loose. He was slow and gentle at first, but with each second that passed, his speed, and the pounding of his cock into my pussy became harder. Our breathing became hard pants, and I moaned loudly, not hiding my desire, my pleasure. He stared right at me, his face hard, strained, as if he were holding back. I didn’t want that.
“Don’t hold back, Alexei. Take me the way you want. Show me how you really want to own me.” I couldn’t believe I was being so wanton and vocal with my needs.
Every time he pulled out of me, my pussy tightened around his shaft, as if trying to draw him in deeper. The stretch and burn of his cock filling me only increased my need to have him pounding all that heavy flesh into my body.
“I’m going to come if you keep saying those things, Poppy.”
“Don’t hold back.”
He groaned and leaned his face toward the crook of my neck. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” Alexei said against my cheek, his words muffled and breathless.
I did as he asked and loved the feel of my sweat-slicked skin rubbing against his. The act seemed to make what we were doing more intimate. He moved his hands to my waist, lifted up slightly so there were inches between us now, and stared down at me.
I felt his domination. Just when I felt the pleasure mounting, he pulled out of me and flipped onto his back, pulling me up and over him. Clearly, he liked some edge play. I now straddled his waist, his cock hard and slick with my juices.
He stared up at me, his cock pulsing beneath me. “Ride me, baby. Work for my cum.”
I swallowed and curled my hands against his pectoral muscles. I could feel his heart pounding right under my palms. Reaching between us, I took his cock, rose up on my knees, and placed the tip at my entrance once more. Then I pushed down, engulfing him with my body. My muscles tightened, a moan left me, and he grunted as if in pleasure/pain.
My pussy was so juicy that when I rose above his cock again, it slipped almost all the way out with no effort. When I pushed back down, he closed his eyes and sighed. Up and down I moved, curling my nails into his chest as the pleasure morphed into something so much more intense.
“Faster. Harder.” He gripped my waist tight, demanding I obey him. When I slid down his shaft once more, I ground my pussy on the root of his cock, not able to help myself. We both groaned.
The exquisite pleasure of it all was too much. My orgasm crept up on me, threatening to rock my very existence. Alexei held onto me tighter and started lifting his hips, thrusting even harder into me. He also used his strength to help me rise and fall on his dick, lifting me and pulling me back down on him. God, did I love him taking control.
Finally, my climax peaked. I exploded on top of him. Head thrown back, hands braced behind me on his thighs, and chest thrust forward, I didn’t care how I looked or sounded. The pleasure was too much, so intense that it sucked the breath out of me.
Animal-like groans came from Alexei as he thrust once, twice, and a third time into me before stilling and coming. My pussy convulsed around his cock, and I felt him thrust once more. I could feel his cum filling me, felt the hotness and thick quantity of it as he emptied himself in my body. It was such a turn-on. I couldn’t help but press my cunt down on him, trying to get as much of his dick into me as possible.
When my orgasm finally ended and I could breathe once more, I collapsed on his chest. We both panted heavily as our sweat-soaked bodies rubbed against each other. Nothing was said for several long moments, and we didn’t move, but it was a comfortable silence. I felt myself starting to drift off to sleep, but before I let darkness take over, I tried to push myself up, tried to look at his face.
Alexei had a steel-like hold around me, and if I was being honest, it felt so good lying naked in his arms, having him hold me tightly, like I was truly his.
I am his.
His heart had been pounding something fierce, but the longer we lay together in the silent darkness, the slower the rhythm became, until it soon matched mine.
“Go to sleep, Poppy baby,” he said softly.
“Did we really just do this?” I asked, ignoring his gently spoken command.
He smoothed a hand over my hair. “Yeah, we really did, and it felt fucking right, Poppy.”
I couldn’t agree more.
Epilogue
Poppy
I sat on the couch rubbing my swollen stomach. I checked the time when Alexei would be home. I couldn’t wait for him to get here. I had felt our little baby kick a second ago, and I didn’t want him to miss it.
A year had passed since I’d walked into his office and asked for money. It had sure been one hell of a year. After I had given my body to Alexei, I hadn’t left his life. I became his woman, and in turn, he was mine. Alexei made sure I never wanted for anything, love, affection, material shit, which I didn’t care for.
I could safely say I was the happiest I’ve ever been. Of course, my mom wasn’t in the picture. She had the biggest freak out, but then she divorced her last boy toy and moved on to some rich, old billionaire. I didn’t know his name, and I didn’t want to.
Mom had disowned me. I didn’t care. She never loved me, and she always had a habit of passing one stepfather after another by me. Of course, she didn’t like the fact that I was in love, and expecting a baby from one of those stepfathers, but she couldn’t stop it.
Alexei and I loved each other.
I smile as I heard the lock in the door, and there he was. The man who owned my heart, my soul, and of course, my body.
“Come on, come and feel. She’s kicking.”
He dropped his briefcase and walked toward me. Seconds later, his hand was on my stomach, and he was kissing our bump. “I missed you, baby.” He turned and smiled at me.
“I missed you too.” I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips.
“I’ve got a present for you.”
I watched as he pulled out a velvet square box.
We had been living together, but there hadn’t been any other commitment, at least not yet.
“Alexei?” I asked, opening up the box.
“Marry me, Poppy?”
There were no doubts for me. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I felt the tears falling from my cheeks. “Yes, of course yes.”
“I’m going to make you the happiest woman in the world.”
I already was.
The End
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Malachi
The first time I saw her, my dick punched forward, my balls drew up, and a surge of adrenaline rushed through my veins. She wore these little fucking shorts that gave me a glimpse of the crease where her thighs and ass met. I remember thinking I was going to fuck her good and hard, make her another notch on my bedpost. I had no shame in saying I liked being with women. It didn’t matter their shape, size, hell, I didn’t even care how ol
d they were as long as they were legal.
I was cocky, arrogant, but I wasn’t a sick fuck.
I walked over to the ropes, rested my forearms on them, and stared at her. She was talking to Rowdy, and when she rose on her toes to give him a hug, this jealous part of me rose up. I’d never been hung up on women before. I fucked them and left the next morning, and I never gave it a second thought. I sure as hell didn’t like that I gave a shit that this female was touching Rowdy.
But as much as I wanted to turn away, a part of me forced myself to stay, to look at her. She walked over to the benches and sat down, facing the punching bags. I didn’t give a fuck that I was staring at her; the truth was I couldn’t help myself.
Rowdy walked up to the ring, and I glanced at him, knowing I should keep my fucking mouth shut, but also not caring.
“You fucking her?” I asked, and Rowdy lifted his head to look at me.
“What the fuck did you say?”
I tipped my chin toward the woman now reading a book on one of the benches.
“The bird. Are you fucking her or is she free range?” I lifted a brow. Yeah, I could be a motherfucker on the best of days.
Before I knew what Rowdy was doing, he was in the ring, nose-to-nose with me.
“Watch it, Mal. That’s my baby sister you’re fucking talking about.” Rowdy flared his nostrils, his anger tangible. I was already geared up for a boxing match, but when it was dirty fighting, it didn’t matter what the fuck a guy was wearing. In fact, bare-knuckled punches were better than anything.
Rowdy and I were the same size, so I know I could hold my own, but did I really want to fight with a man I considered a friend?
I looked at the woman again and saw she was looking at the both of us, her eyes slightly wide. I looked at Rowdy again and grinned. She was off-limits because she was Rowdy’s sister, but fuck if I cared. I knew I couldn’t ignore the fact I wanted between her thighs.
Being with her would cause a lot of problems, but hell, I liked trouble.
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