by Penelope Sky
I painted all day by the light of the window, and when it turned dark, I went out with a few friends to the bars. I saw a lot of good-looking guys, and a few even made passes at me, but knowing I was in a twisted situation made me blow them off.
They shouldn’t get involved with me.
I went home before midnight, slipped off my heels by the door, and then headed to my bedroom in my cocktail dress. Bones had been gone for three days. I didn’t hear anything from him, and I wasn’t sure when he would stop by.
I didn’t want to see his face, not ever again, but I did notice the changes in my body.
The changes in my hormones.
I was wet every night and every morning, and my mind drifted back to the memories I had of him. I might despise him for the monster he was, but there was no denying my body craved his.
I missed that good sex every morning and every night.
I’d never been in a long-term relationship before, so having sex with the same person at regular intervals was new to me. I hooked up with my other boyfriends whenever the time arose, but we didn’t shack up together for days on end.
The shame killed me.
How could I want a man who held a knife to my throat? Who kidnapped me for days? Who wanted to kill my family?
I knew it was just physical, and if I could kill him I would, but that didn’t make me feel better about it.
Only worse.
I was just about to peel off my dress and get ready for bed when I heard the front door. It opened and shut casually, like someone had every right to walk into my apartment like they owned it.
I knew it was him.
The door was locked, but he obviously had a key. A key I never gave to him.
I stilled in my bedroom, holding my breath as I listened to his footsteps on the hardwood floor. The steps became louder as he migrated to the bedroom. The sound indicated his heavy mass, his thick presence as he filled the apartment.
I didn’t turn around to face the door, knowing he was standing there staring at me. I could feel his crystal-blue eyes pierce through my body. He was staring at me up and down, looking at my frame in the tight black dress. My breathing halted because I could feel him, and with anticipation, I felt him come closer to me.
His footsteps were light, but he was so close I could hear everything.
Then I smelled his scent of snow, pine, and cologne mixed together.
I felt his heat afterward, his desire. He didn’t need to touch me to express his intentions. I could feel his arousal like I was standing next to a raging fire.
He finally closed the space between us by pressing his chest against my back. His lips moved to my ear, and his hands glided down my body, starting at my waist and sliding down my thighs. He reached the end of the dress then balled it in his fingertips, gathering it up until he slowly pulled it over my ass, revealing my cheeks in my thong. He left the dress at my waistline and breathed directly into my ear. “Fuck, I missed you.”
I closed my eyes and held my breath, feeling my body immediately betray me the second his hands were on me. My nipples hardened in the dress, and I imagined the monster standing behind me, picturing the way he looked as he held me in his arms.
His hand snaked around my waist and down my belly. He aimed for my panty line, and once he slipped inside the fabric, he kept going until he reached my clit. He rubbed it just the way he did before, doing it better than I did when I was alone. He used two fingers to rub me good, forcing me to breathe deeply as I enjoyed the pleasure. His fingers picked up the arousal oozing from my cunt, the wetness that was already there before he walked in the door.
But he knew it was for him. “You missed me too…”
Shame was still in my blood, but the arousal was much stronger. Now all I could think about was that big dick deep inside me. I went out to the bars hoping to meet a nice guy to have a fun evening with, but in the back of my mind, I knew I wanted sex like this.
Sex with this monster.
He gripped the back of my panties and pulled them down my ass as his fingers continued to rub me. He kept going until he moved to his knees and pulled them the rest of the way. His lips brushed against my legs on the way down.
I opened my eyes and gripped his shoulder for balance as he helped me out of my thong.
When he rose to his feet, he lifted me with him. Like I was lighter than air, he carried me to bed. He set me down, leaving my dress on and bunched around my waist. He stood at the foot of my bed and pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his chiseled physique along with all his ink. “Spread your legs.”
My knees were pressed together, not out of rejection, but because it was the automatic position I took once I was on the bed. I kept my thighs pressed tightly together as I stared at him, watching him move to his jeans next. I was so wet for him that I could feel the moisture smear across the inside of my thighs. I simply did it out of defiance, wishing I didn’t feel this way about a man so evil.
“Don’t make me ask you again.” He undid his jeans and pushed them down with his boxers, revealing his fat cock. He was already oozing from the crown, just the way I was oozing for him all over my bed.
My legs finally came away, opening.
“Farther.”
I parted my ankles wider and pulled my knees back, making my body completely open to him. He could see all the details of my pussy, see the way my arousal gleamed in the lamplight. I held myself up on my elbows, self-conscious about my position but also turned on by the way he stared at me.
Like he’d never seen anything sexier in his life.
He grabbed his shaft and stroked himself with his fingers, pumping himself as one knee hit the bed. The entire mattress shifted under his weight. His muscled thighs bulged with his movements, and the rest of his muscles tightened as he came closer to me on the bed, his dick hard and ready to go.
Instead of shoving his dick inside me and fucking me right away, he held himself at my knees, his face above my pussy. “How do you want me to fuck you, baby?”
I didn’t give a damn right now. All I knew was I wanted him inside me as quickly as possible. I hadn’t had a climax in three days, and I was used to having two every single day. Regardless of what position he took me in, he would make me come. I had complete faith that this man would deliver every single time he was inside me.
He was right. He did raise my standards for all men. I could have found someone else tonight, but I didn’t want to gamble on the possibility of fucking someone without getting off. But with Bones, I knew he would always make me come so damn hard.
My hands gripped his shoulders. “I don’t care.”
“Yes, you do.” He moved his face closer to mine, getting close enough that he could kiss me if he wanted to. “Tell me. Tell me how you’ve wanted me to fuck you for the past three days. Tell me how I can satisfy this wet pussy. Tell me what I can do to be worthy of fucking a woman like you.”
My thighs automatically wanted to squeeze together in response because his words turned me on even more. He wasn’t just anxious to fuck me, but anxious to make me feel good too. He wanted my pussy to tighten around his dick. He wanted the power and the pride. He wanted to keep the reputation he earned—of being a man and not a boy.
“Baby, tell me.”
I didn’t even care that he called me baby right now. “With your arms locked behind my knees…and your dick as deep as possible…with your lips on mine.”
“Slow or hard?”
“So fucking hard.”
He moaned then did the unexpected. He relaxed his body on the mattress and then pressed his face between my legs. His mouth immediately began to devour me, kissing me the way only a few men had before.
My head rolled back, and my thighs automatically came together, but his hands locked me in place. He sucked my clit hard then circled it with his big tongue. He kissed my pussy just the way he kissed my lips, with full possession and obsession.
I was writhing and aching, so close to cl
imaxing already. “Yes…” I felt the burn deep inside my stomach as it inched toward the apex of my thighs. I was going to come, going to explode.
He abruptly pulled away then crawled on top of me.
“Ugh…”
“Don’t worry, baby. I never disappoint you, right?”
“No…”
He locked his arms behind my knees just as I asked and leaned over me, his throbbing cock ready to slam inside me. But he paused, as if he were waiting for something.
I clawed at his forearms. “What?”
“Tell me to fuck you.”
If I weren’t in this sex-crazed fog, I would have told him to fuck off. But my mind was completely lost in the arousal. I wanted his cock inside me. I wanted his kiss on my lips. My body told him exactly what I wanted, but the fact that he was making me say it made it more real. I grabbed his hips and pulled him toward me.
He resisted me. “Say it, baby.”
I was still on the verge of coming. I could feel the explosion bubbling between my legs. I grew frustrated waiting. “Shut up and fuck me.”
“Please.”
I lost my temper and slapped him across the face. “No, asshole. I’m not going to say please. Now fuck me and be appreciative of the fact that you even get to fuck me.”
His face moved with the hit, so he slowly turned his face back toward me. His cheek was red because I hit him so hard, but the malicious grin showed the opposite of anger. It seemed to turn him on more, even amuse him. “That’s my baby…” He finally shoved his cock into me and slid all the way inside in one swift motion.
“Yes…” My nails dug into his back, and I moaned once I felt that enormous dick stretch me apart. My head moved back to the pillow, and I yanked his face down to mine so I could finally kiss him.
He kissed me hard, his lips tasting like my arousal.
My nails dragged down his back to his ass, and I pulled him deeper inside me, moaning at the same time.
He gave me his tongue, his passion, and everything else. He thrust hard with his hips, taking me more aggressively than usual. I was so soaked that his dick fit inside even better than it ever had before. “Fuck…yes.”
I already hit my threshold. I wanted to come before he was even inside me, and now I did with an explosive pulse. Like a shattered star, I came apart into a million pieces. It was so good I thought I might black out in the middle of it. I got tight around his dick, and my nails left trails everywhere they’d been on his skin. I flooded him with more arousal and screamed directly into his mouth, drowning in the pleasure he gave me.
He kept going hard even when I was finished. “See the difference?” he said through his heavy breathing. “This is what it’s like to fuck a man, baby. And now you’ll never want to fuck another boy again.”
I already came, but I knew I was going to come again. I could already feel the arousal building up between my legs. It was a new sensation, something I never felt before. I’d heard about multiple orgasms but never had one in reality. “Yes…fuck me.”
He pressed his forehead to mine and hit me deeper. “I’m the only man who is man enough to fuck a woman like you.”
I woke up the next morning in exactly what I was wearing the night before. My dress was still pulled up to my waist, and my panties were on the other side of the room. I didn’t sleep under the covers because Bones was warm enough to keep me comfortable throughout the night.
As my eyes opened, the night before came back to me.
We fucked so damn hard.
God, it was so good.
But so fucking bad.
He was naked beside me, a behemoth more than a man. His chest rose and fell at a steady rate, his black ink slightly messed up in the various places he’d been shot or stabbed. I examined them in more detail while he slept, never noticing them before because I never had the chance.
He was usually awake before I was.
I counted three stab wounds and four bullet holes.
Jesus.
He woke up shortly afterward, his cock already hard against his stomach. He had a serious case of morning wood—and he had it every single day. He opened his eyes slowly and stared at the ceiling. It seemed to take him a second to remember where he was.
To remember last night.
He slowly turned toward me, a slight grin on his face.
He was definitely thinking of last night.
I refused to blush. I refused to show weakness. Even though that usually made him want me more.
“Your bed is comfortable.”
“Thanks. Sorry it’s a queen.”
“When you sleep on me like this, it doesn’t make a difference.” He rolled on top of me, and like every morning when I stayed with him, he pointed his cock at my entrance and slid inside me.
I missed morning sex. I didn’t realize how much I missed it until I started to wake up horny every morning.
Like every other time, it was slow because we were both waking up still. Still slightly asleep, our sensations were heightened. Everything felt so much better, more intense. His hand slid into my hair, and he kept me in place as his hips thrust into me.
I came shortly afterward, coming around his dick while his seed was still inside me from the night before.
He came immediately afterward, like he was just waiting for me to finish so he could release himself. He stayed inside me until his cock started to soften. Then he got out of bed. “I’m getting in the shower. I want breakfast when I’m done.”
And just like that, the comfortable moment we just had was shattered. “Excuse me?”
He stood by the bed, over six feet of all muscle. “You heard me.”
“I’m not cooking for you.”
His eyes narrowed. “I cooked for you every day when you stayed with me.”
“Uh, no, you didn’t.”
“I’m the one who paid to have it prepared.”
“Asshole, I don’t cook. I can barely make eggs. The only thing I can do is make coffee—because I have a coffee machine.”
“Then what do you eat every morning?”
“Coffee.”
“And?” he pressed.
“And coffee,” I repeated.
“When do you eat real food?”
“Lunch time.”
“And what do you have then?”
“I pick up something. Same with dinner.”
He grabbed his t-shirt from the floor then pulled it over his head. “Then let’s go out for breakfast.”
I laughed because it was ridiculous. “Yeah, okay…”
He stared me down, his pretty eyes no longer so beautiful. “I’m serious.”
“You want to go out in public?” I asked incredulously. “Together?”
“Yes. Now, put something on. But I don’t mind if you want to go out like that.” He nodded to my dress. “Let the whole world know I fucked you last night. Works for me.” He stepped into my bathroom then turned on the faucet.
I couldn’t believe I was going out into the real world with this guy.
With this monster.
We went to a café down the street from my house. The snow had melted with the sun, but there were still patches of it everywhere. We sat inside by the windows, which were frosted by the corners because it was so cold outside.
A steaming cup of coffee was in front of him. He drank it black, his muscled forearms resting on the table.
I hardly touched mine, still in shock this was really happening.
The waitress brought our food a second later. Bones had a huge breakfast all to himself with lots of bacon and carbs.
I had a few eggs and a piece of toast.
He started to eat, scarfing everything down.
I glanced around the restaurant, wondering if there was anyone who recognized me. Thankfully, there wasn’t.
“Ashamed of me?” he asked, catching on to my movements.
“No.” I picked up my fork. “Just ashamed to be seen with you.”
He grinned before
he took another bite. “I used your toothbrush this morning.”
“You what?” I blurted.
“Yep.” He drank his coffee then set it down.
“Gross.”
“I eat your pussy then kiss you and you’re fine with that, but sharing a toothbrush is drawing the line?” He spoke at his normal voice level, so everyone could overhear if they were paying attention.
“Shut up.”
He grinned wider. “If it bothers you that much, pick me up a toothbrush.”
“I’m not welcoming you into my home.”
“Just your bed?”
My eyes narrowed.
He took another bite, still wearing that arrogant grin. “Let’s stop pretending this isn’t consensual. You went out last night, hit a few bars, and went home alone. A woman like you doesn’t go home alone unless she wants to be alone.”
“You’re drawing stupid conclusions.”
“Or I’m being completely logical. You could have taken home any guy you wanted, but you didn’t. You went home and missed me.”
“What makes you think I didn’t take anyone home?” I countered. “Maybe he already left.”
Bones chuckled. “If the guy already left, then that would explain why you were so happy to see me…”
I almost chucked my fork at his head. “Fuck you. You aren’t the king of the world.”
“Just the king of your—”
“Stop it.”
He heeded my warning, still grinning, and then went back to eating. “Alright, baby. You get so sexy when you’re mad, it’s hard for me to play nice.”
I bit into my toast even though I’d lost my appetite. “My brother keeps an eye on me. You better hope he doesn’t see us.”
“Wouldn’t care if he did. Actually, that would be delightful.” He drank his coffee again before he returned to eating. “And now that he’s got a kid on the way, I’m sure he’s got more important things to worry about than his sister.”
He really did know everything. “Doesn’t matter how many kids he has. He’d die for me. And I’d die for him.”
“Cute,” he said sarcastically. “And I may just end up killing both of you.”
“Can we not talk about stuff like that right now?” I asked, lowering my gaze to my food. Christmas was just a few days away, and I would spend it with my family, trying to pretend everything was perfectly normal.