by Stella Stone
“We’ll eat fast, it’s ready,” I growl, taking a step back. I take her hand in mine again and tug her toward the table.
It isn’t set tonight, and it probably won’t be ever again, unless she does it. Kinsley sits down, her eyes lingering on my chest, then cock, before I turn around and hurry toward the kitchen. I hope she can shovel this pasta in her mouth quickly because I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to hold off being inside of her.
CHAPTER TEN
KINSLEY
I should make a point, grab all of my stuff and go back to my place. I should, but I can’t. All I can do is think about him inside of me. It’s ridiculous, and someone would think I’m some seventeen-year-old hormonal girl, instead of a twenty-eight-year-old woman. However, that someone has never been touched, kissed, licked, or fucked by Heath.
“If I’m going to be living with you, shouldn’t we know each other’s last names?” I ask, before shoving a forkful of pasta in my mouth.
Heath grins, swallowing his own large bite of food. We’re both seriously trying to eat as quickly as possible. Both on a race to see who can finish first so that we can run upstairs to the bedroom.
“I’m Heath Mitchell, but your last name doesn’t really matter, Sugar,” he announces.
I blink, my fork suspended in the air with pasta and chicken attached to it. “Mine doesn’t matter?” I ask, disbelief lacing my voice.
He nods, taking another bite of food, like this is all no big deal, and completely fine. “Soon you’ll be Kinsley Mitchell, so whatever it is right now doesn’t really matter.”
“Did we get engaged and I not realize it?” I whisper.
Heath’s golden gaze darkens as he looks directly at me. His fork clatters to the plate and he stands, placing his knuckles on the table before he leans over. “You mine?” he barks.
“You declared it, and moved me in, so I guess so,” I snap.
He growls, baring his teeth like an animal and I assume it’s supposed to frighten me, but it doesn’t. I slowly lower my own fork, before pushing my chair back and stand as well, but I don’t lean over the table.
Crossing my arms beneath my chest, I narrow my eyes. “Heath, you are seriously deranged if you think this arrangement we’ve fallen into means marriage.”
I watch as a muscle in his jaw twitches and his eyes stay narrowed and dark on me. “Arrangement? Like I’m just playing around, or maybe that’s what you’re doing?”
My heart starts to race in my chest, beating against my ribcage at his words. I can feel my body heat with panic as adrenaline runs through me. I don’t want this to be over before it’s even begun. I like him too much to just walk away and never see him again.
“We’re brand new Heath, let’s not argue about something that doesn’t even matter yet,” I whisper, dropping my arms.
His eyes flick down at my arms before they come back up. “Come over here,” he grinds out.
My feet move, shuffling over to his side of the table. He reaches out and cups my cheek when I am in front of him. Heath’s thumb runs along the bottom of my lip, his eyes gazing directly into my own.
“Pissed me off, thinking you were about to reject me,” he rasps.
I’m surprised he’s being so open and candid, and I don’t do anything other than nod, afraid to break the spell. He dips his chin his lips brushing mine. “You’re not going anywhere, Sugar. Not a damn place. This is where you’ll be, with me,” he exhales.
HEATH
I want to punish her for even suggesting that what we have isn’t going to last. There is no other option. I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want Kinsley. I’ve never wanted to take a woman and keep her the way I want to with Kinsley.
She is mine, she’ll be my wife, and she could already be carrying my child. I don’t remind her of any of that though, she’s not ready to hear it, yet.
“On your knees Kinsley,” I rasp.
Her head jerks, and her eyes widen. “What?”
I don’t repeat my words, I tip my head down and look at the floor. Slowly, she sinks to her knees and I notice that her skin is flushed and tinted pink, one of my favorite looks on her. Bringing my hand out, I place it on top of her soft black hair and gently pet her, moving my fingers to trace her cheek, then lips.
“I’ve never been with a woman as beautiful, and sexy, as you, Sugar,” I admit. Her brown eyes lift to mine, and her lips make an O shape. “Every part of you is beautiful,” I murmur.
She doesn’t know, but right now is the turning point in our relationship. Right this moment is how I’m going to ease her into what I truly want our relationship to look like. “Take off your clothes, for me, Sugar. Let me see all of you,” I gently demand.
Her bottom lip trembles but she doesn’t hesitate. She peels off her layers of clothing, and even her bra and panties without instruction. She sits back on her knees and I bend down, brushing my lips across hers as a reward for her complete trust.
I don’t know what I want to do first. I’ve been waiting for this moment since I first laid eyes on her, and now it’s here. I feel like a fucking kid in a candy store. I sit down in my chair, motioning for her to come a bit closer. She does, without even a moments hesitation.
“Open,” I gently demand.
Her mouth opens, and I lean over the table, grabbing her plate of food that she abandoned. I feed her a bite, and she happily chews, her eyes staying on mine. Then I watch as they glance down to my crotch before lifting again.
I chuckle. “Take my cock out, Sugar. You keep looking, might as well take it out,” I grin.
“Heath,” she whispers, her eyes shifting to the floor and her cheeks turning pink.
Lifting my hand to the back of her hair, I fist her and gently pull her head back. “There is nothing that we do in this house that’s embarrassing. Not a fucking thing. This right here, right now, is like a dream come true, Sugar.”
Kinsley’s breath hitches, and she nods her head. Her hands reach up and gently unbutton my jeans before they tug my zipper down. I don’t release her hair the entire time her hands work my pants. Lifting my hips, she tugs my jeans down as far as she can and then wraps one hand around my hard cock.
“You ready for more, Kinsley. Whatever you don’t want to do, you just tell me, but I’d like you to at least try it first.”
Her lips tip in a smile and she nods. “Okay, Mr. Mitchell,” she grins.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
KINSLEY
I cannot believe that I’m sitting on my knees, at Heath’s feet, and I have my hand wrapped around his cock while he feeds me dinner. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever done in my life. I feel not only extremely turned on, but I feel naughty too. Heath seems to always make me feel naughty.
“I’m not hungry for food anymore,” I rasp.
Heath’s fingers tighten in my hair and tug my head back a little bit more. My eyes lift to his golden ones and I smile, running my tongue along my bottom lip.
“You aren’t? What are you hungry for then, Kinsley?” he asks, almost on a whisper.
Raking my teeth along my bottom lip I attempt to lean forward, his hand in my hair loosens as I press my lips to the tip of his dick. “Open,” he rasps.
Opening my mouth, I try to take him inside of me, but he doesn’t allow it. His hold on my hair tightens again and my head is unmovable. He makes a tsking sound then stands. Without a word, he sinks down my throat as far as he can. His gaze stays affixed to mine as he slowly and methodically fucks my mouth.
The sound of his grunts fill the room and my nipples harden even more as my pussy grows wet. I’m causing him to make those sounds. His eyes are focused intently on mine while he sinks farther and farther down my throat. He’s stretching my mouth, like he stretches my pussy, and it’s so damn sexy.
“Goddamn,” he growls before he pulls out of me.
I watch as he strokes his cock quickly, giving it a few pumps before his cum begins to land against my breasts in warm spurts, much l
ike it did in my backyard. His eyes slowly slide closed as he finishes his climax. I watch as a smirk tips his lips as his eyes slowly open and he looks down at me.
“Your mouth is like heaven, Sugar,” he chuckles.
I wrap my hand around the side of the table to anchor myself as I begin to stand but Heath clears his throat. I freeze my movements, my eyes catching his. “Kinsley, when we’re together like this, you’re on your knees,” he grins.
“Seriously?” I breathe.
The next thing I know, he’s sitting down again, his hand moving to between my thighs. I feel two fingers fill me and I let out a long groan at the sensation. “Oh yeah, Sugar, seriously. Especially, since you’re fucking seriously wet,” he chuckles.
Lifting my hand, I wrap it around the side of his neck as I roll my hips, fucking his fingers at the same time his fingers fuck me. His palm grinds against my clit with each thrust of my hips and it causes my breath to hitch.
Heath pulls his fingers out of me and then paints my lips with my wetness. His fingers slip along my mouth, but they don’t go inside like I anticipate.
I watch, instead, as those fingers slip into his own mouth and he sucks them off. Then, without a word, he leans down and brushes his lips across my own, his tongue licking my wetness from my mouth.
“Now, I want you to climb onto my lap, facing the table and sit on my cock,” he instructs.
I don’t say anything and I don’t ask any questions. It’s as if my brain has been shut completely off. Standing, I lift one leg over his and then straddle his hips. He positions his cock against my center, and slowly I sink down as far as I can.
“Finish your dinner, Kinsley,” he orders.
I whimper, as one of his hands begins to stroke my clit. “I can’t, not when you’re touching me, Heath.”
“Yes you can. Just relax, Sugar. You’re going to need your strength for later,” he rasps against my shoulder before his tongue tastes my skin.
I want to know what later means, what will be happening, but his fingers feel too good, and all I want is more of them touching me.
HEATH
Kinsley’s body is tense as she sits perfectly still on my cock, her arm moving to bring a bite of food into her mouth. I continue stroking her clit, slowly, careful not to bring her too close toward an orgasm. I want her to be on edge the entire time.
“Tell me how you feel, Sugar,” I murmur, my lips skimming her neck.
Goosebumps break out over her entire body. I don’t stop touching her sweet clit though, my fingers move slowly and methodically. She lets out a small moan before she speaks. “You feel amazing, I feel amazing,” she whimpers.
I place my free hand against her lower stomach, holding her in place as my fingers speed up against her pussy. “Heath,” she purrs.
I chuckle, glancing over her shoulder at her plate and notice that it’s almost empty. “Lean back against my chest, Sugar,” I gently demand.
Abandoning her food, she does as I’ve asked. Her face turning to the side. Her lips touch my neck and I feel her breath against my skin. I gently slap her clit which causes a gasp to erupt from her mouth.
She whimpers against my neck as my fingers quickly move in circles. Her hips begin to roll involuntarily, jerking beneath my touch, which causes my own groan to escape at the feel of her pussy fluttering around me.
“Goddamn woman,” I growl.
My fingers move harder, and faster, beads of sweat breaking out over my forehead as they do. My other hand gently glides up the center of her chest and I pinch one of her nipples between my fingers and tug. Kinsley moans again, her hips rolling and jerking against my touch.
When her pussy squeezes me, and she sobs with her release, I don’t waste a second. Standing up, I guide her feet to the ground, my cock never leaving her body. “Hold onto the table,” I demand.
Her hands immediately slam onto the tabletop. Wrapping my hands around her hips I fuck her from behind. It’s hard and fast, my rhythm brutal as I pound into her tight cunt. Closing my eyes I feel that tingle in my lower back, alerting me to being on the brink of my own release as I slam against her.
Each thrust is harder than the last until I drive my cock deep inside of her one last time and come on a groan. My cum shoots deep inside of her, and I know without a doubt if she wasn’t pregnant before, she assuredly is now. The thought makes me smile.
If she did get pregnant, I would demand she quit her job immediately. I wouldn’t wait, attempting to ease her into the idea of being locked up here with me twenty-four-seven.
“Oh my God,” she moans beneath me.
Her chest is pressed to the table, her hands are in front of her and our dinner is shoved to the side, and almost on the floor. Using my hand, I shift her dark hair to the side. Leaning over her back I press my lips to her shoulder, my hips slowly and gently moving my dick in and out of her warm, sticky, wet pussy.
“Is this what you meant by me needing to have strength for later?” she asks, letting out a breath.
I chuckle. This isn’t even the fucking beginning, but my girl needs to be eased into this shit. “For now, Sugar.”
I nip her shoulder and slowly step away from her, allowing my cock to slip from her center. She lets out a whimper and I watch as my cum slips from her pussy. It’s fucking spectacular to see our mixed releases sliding from her body. The proof that I took her without a condom, the proof that she’s mine.
“You can walk toward our bedroom. But I want you to slip between the sheets and wait for me,” I state as I pull my jeans up my thighs and hips.
She stands, turning around and tilts her head to the side. “Right now?” she asks.
Lifting my chin, I wink. “Yeah, Sugar right now. I’m not done with you for the night. I need you to come at least once more before we go to sleep,” I shrug.
“Heath,” she shivers. I watch as her nipples harden and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip at the pretty sight.
Reaching out, I slap my palm against her plump ass. She lets out a yelp of surprise, but I can’t take the sight off of my pink print against her creamy skin. I want more of that, later. She better get her ass in bed, or she’ll be fucking me in here again.
Without having to tell her again, she moves quickly toward the bedroom. I watch her ass move with each step she takes, and I groan, rubbing the outside of my pants as my cock aches for more of her. Tonight is going to be another long night, I hope she doesn’t have anything taxing to do at work tomorrow.
CHAPTER TWELVE
KINSLEY
I stand at the bar, watching Heath pour a cup of coffee into a travel mug. My eyes are bleary and my brain is foggy as hell. To be quite honest, I’m exhausted. I’m going on day two of no sleep, thanks to Heath’s voracious sexual appetite.
I shouldn’t complain, before him I’d gone through a nine-month dry spell. Maybe he did as well, and we’re just catching up. I can’t wait for Saturday so that I can catch up on my sleep though.
Heath rounds the bar and crowds my space. His strong hand wrapping around the side of my neck while his thumb presses beneath my jaw and forces my head back. His golden flecked eyes stare down at me, and the warmth there is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before.
He lowers his head and his soft lips graze my own. “Be home on time tonight, we’ll watch a movie,” he rasps.
I nod, my eyes sliding closed as his tongue tastes my lips, then slowly he fills my mouth. His tongue’s stroke is lazy, and languid as he consumes me. A moan rumbles throughout his entire body, as one of his hands wraps around my ass, squeezing me above the material of my dress.
“You better go to work, Sugar,” he groans, as he breaks the kiss. “I want you again.”
I blink, lifting my tired eyes up to him. “We just had sex like… an hour ago,” I balk.
Heath grins, looking cocky as shit, before he winks. “What can I say. I’m fucking addicted to your body.”
My own lips twitch and quickly turn up into a smile. His
thumb moves, running along my bottom lip as his eyes stare into my own. I wish that I could stay here. His talk about me leaving my job, and being solely his, is becoming more appealing by the minute.
“Go to work, Sugar,” he breathes.
I nod, pressing my lips to his in a chaste kiss. It literally takes everything inside of me to grab my keys, and my purse, and leave the house. I have to go back to my old place, where my car is parked and walk into the empty house, before I go into the garage.
Looking around the empty space I shake my head. I can’t believe that I lived here less than two weeks. I can’t believe that I left here to move in with my neighbor. A man who is a virtual stranger, and yet when I’m in the same room with him, I feel like we’ve known one another for years.
He makes me feel comfortable in my own skin, and gorgeous. I’ve never felt beautiful or sexy before, but this man, he makes me feel like the most desirable woman on earth. Leaving the house, I place the key on the kitchen island and make my way into the garage.
I won’t be coming back here, this was never my home, it was just a steppingstone to where I was meant to be, with Heath Mitchell.
Opening my driver’s side door, I slip into my car, clicking the garage door opener and starting the engine.
The drive to work is quicker than I anticipated, mainly because I’m lost in a dream, sipping my delicious coffee. My body is so sore, sated, and yet I still feel on edge. My skin is so sensitive that the slightest wind turns me on. I honestly don’t know how I’m going to make it through the entire workday without his touch.
HEATH
My phone rings and I groan. I know exactly who it is on the other line just by the ringtone alone, never mind they call me every week this same day, this same time. “Hello,” I say after swiping my thumb on the screen to answer the call.