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by Knight, Natalie

  I look at his sun-kissed face and wonder how a man this gorgeous could have a care in the world. Even without his father's fortune, I know he has enough money to set him up for life.

  He just oozes that rich sex appeal. I'm sure he gets any woman he wants, and that he lives the high life with virtually everyone at his beck and call.

  His life’s so different from mine.

  I'm coming from a more modest family, and I'm doing everything in the world to protect my dad. I can't imagine fighting with my brothers like this. It would break my heart, and I guess my heart breaks a little for what's happening to this family that I have unwittingly become a part of…thought I couldn’t feel that for Percy, not with the cruel way he treats me.

  But Carter, Kieran, and Nolan? They’ve all affected me in some way that I can’t shake the sadness I feel at their rivalry.

  "Well, there has to be a reason. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy who would just turn his back like that. Something must've happened."

  He looks at me with tenderness in his eyes.

  "Might be. But don't you go worrying about this. Nolan separated from us, and he's been helping Percy. Everything he's doing prevents Carter and I from taking Percy down and from carrying out our father's wishes. Nolan is the only thing stopping us and that’s unforgivable."

  "I guess I see your point. You care about your family, your dad."

  He pulls me onto a little stone bench that's set within an unusually wild part of the garden. There are flowers everywhere and the scent of roses hangs in the air. It's so fragrant that I'd like to capture it in a bottle.

  "Family is everything. If you don't have some sense of family, then you are lost. You have no purpose, no sense of direction." He kisses my hand and his eyes are sincere.

  "The way I see it, John, my dad, built this empire for us all to stand on and it's just crumbling around us, even as we speak. It's terrible what they're doing to his memory."

  I feel like for the first time ever I'm seeing who Kieran really is. He's not just a man of muscle with perfect abs—he's a genuine person with a real moral compass.

  He seems like someone who will always take the high road and I admire that. Hearing him talk about family in that way, well…it makes me more attracted to him, if you can imagine that’s possible.

  Now I don't just want him to fuck me. I want him to make love to me, and there's a huge difference there. One is just lust, while the other means that you expose your entire soul to the other person and there’s no holding back.

  Kieran seems trustworthy, like he would keep my soul safe and never hurt me. That makes a warm feeling start to come over my body and I want nothing more than for him to take me as his own, to claim me right here in the garden.

  I find myself rubbing his back and his arms.

  I just want to get close to him.

  "They've got you trapped. Aren’t you losing your mind?" he asks.

  "I am...trapped," I say nothing more about it because I can't run the risk of Percy finding out that I told Kieran anything about his plan. "But at least I'm trapped with you."

  He looks at me with those blue eyes that pierce my soul. They match the deeper shades of the ocean out my window.

  "Stacy, I know you are technically Percy's wife, but I fucking want you so much."

  I place my hand on his hardened cock and begin to rub it back and forth. The feeling gets me so wet, and I feel my eyes becoming wild, like that of a tigress.

  "It's a good thing I'm feeling particularly slutty right now,” I whisper these words into his ear. “Why don't you come and get it?"

  I run my tongue over my teeth, my pussy dripping with desire, and Kieran doesn't disappoint—he pulls me down into a bed of soft grass and wildflowers, and presses his lips on mine.

  Stacy

  “Come here,” I whisper, rolling to the side and grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt. I feel the grass under my back and the sun on my skin. Kieran’s closeness is the final touch to the perfect scenery.

  His eyes become hungry as he glances at the upper curve of my breasts, and I just close my eyes as he leans into me and lays a kiss between them. Moving his lips up, he follows the contour of my chin and then presses his mouth against mine, parting my lips with his tongue.

  Surrendering to his kiss, I let my hands fall to his waist and I put them to work, unbuckling his belt.

  I then open the top button on his pants and unzip his fly, my skin prickling as his hard cock strains against his boxer briefs. Turning my wrist, I flatten the palm of my hand against his cock and start rubbing on it, that sweet anticipation building inside of me.

  He makes me throw my head back and I gasp, tightening my fingers around his shaft so harshly I wouldn’t have been surprised if he complained.

  Except we’re both so horny right now that there’s no way either of us is complaining; we’re both focused on acting out every raw drop of lust within our bodies instead.

  I let go of his cock and slide my hand down his boxer briefs. I bite on my lower lip as I savor the warmth of his shaft against my fingertips. I place my hand over his thick cock again, pushing both pants and boxer briefs down with my free hand.

  He takes the chance to kick off his shoes, and then does the same with his pants and boxers. Wanting him completely naked, I push his open shirt down his arms, and then take a moment to marvel at how perfect his body looks.

  Not only is Kieran handsome, but every single muscle in his body seems to have been carved by God’s careful chisel.

  Seriously, how lucky am I?

  After Carter, how did I manage to fall in the arms of another perfect man?

  I move my fingertips over his skin, tracing the lines separating his ripped muscles and going down to his inner thighs, but always keep a safe distance between my hands and his cock.

  He’s looking at me with an untamable hunger in his eyes. I can tell that he’s fighting against the urge to just grab my hands and place them on his cock. Not that I’d mind if he did that, but I’m actually enjoying the creases of anticipation growing on his face as I tease him hard.

  Sitting up, I place my hands on his knees and look him in the eyes. I feel my breasts hanging against my bra, and I know that I’m offering him a nice little view of my cleavage.

  Judging by the flicker of hunger in his eyes, I’d say he’s enjoying it. He breathes out, and I notice his cock pulsing hard.

  On my knees in front of him, I force him to spread his legs wide. He groans, not expecting the sudden movement, but that delicious grin never leaves his lips.

  “I want it,” I purr, moving my hands up his legs. I take them all the way to his inner thighs but, once more, I stop right before I reach his crotch.

  Instead, I let my hands move back down, and I keep that coming and going motion of my fingers for a long while. As I massage his legs, always threatening to go for his cock but never actually doing it, I notice his pants tenting up so much that I almost start expecting for the fabric to tear. It doesn’t, of course, and so I decide to finally go for it.

  When I finally take my fingers there, I do it softly, only using my fingertips. I hold my breath as I feel the contour of his cock, thick and long, and my heart flutters happily as I realize exactly just how lucky I am.

  I take a deep breath as I curl my fingers around his cock and start tightening my grip, his cock hardening more and more as I do it. Never taking my eyes from his, I start flicking my wrist, stroking him at a steady pace. My hand goes up and down in hypnotic strokes.

  “I need it,” I continue, and I start leaning in as I say it. I only break eye contact when my lips are hovering over the head of his cock.

  I part my lips and stop just before my mouth is on him. I use my tongue to touch the tip of his cock, and I close my eyes as I feel his salty warmness against me. I run my tongue in circles and then, unable to resist him a second longer, I go further down and wrap my lips around his tip.

  The moment his tip is in my mouth, I grab hi
s shaft with one hand and start stroking him. Bobbing my head back and forth, I suck and stroke at a perfect rhythm, my body in complete sync as I please him. The pace keeps growing furiously, and it doesn’t take long for the muscles in my neck to start cramping.

  Just like Carter, he tastes amazing.

  Slowly, I start rolling my lips down his shaft, only stopping when I feel his tip pressed against the back of my throat. He’s so big that my lips aren’t even touching the skin on the root of his cock. If he thrusts right now I seriously think he’d kill me.

  I close my eyes then, savoring him. I start to bob my head up and down and, at the same time, I place one hand between his legs and cup his balls. Much like his cock, they’re also big; add to that my small hands, and the contrast makes my heart tighten up.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” Kieran groans, placing both his hands on top of my head and guiding my movements.

  I let him take the lead, using the pressure of his fingers on my scalp like my map. Picking up the pace, I go so fast that the muscles in my neck start cramping up again; lucky for me, he tangles his fingers in my hair and makes me stop moving.

  Then he starts to thrust, pistoning his cock into my mouth and – no other way to put it—fucking it hard.

  I hold still for a long moment, surrendering to the way he’s taking charge. He keeps on going until I feel his cock pulsing hard against my tongue. He suddenly he exhales, pushing my head back and making his cock pop out of my mouth with a wet sound.

  “That was…” He breathes out, suddenly sitting up. “It was fucking amazing,” he continues, reaching for me fast, his fingers now on my knees and making the climb up my legs.

  He stops on the hemline of my dress, and then it’s as if something wild takes over his lips. He grins at me, a flicker of lust in his eyes, and his hands go from my legs to my shoulders. He pushes the straps of my dress down my shoulders in a hurry, and two seconds later I’m lying naked on the grass, wearing nothing but my bra.

  He takes his fingers all the way over my drenched pussy.

  In a hurry, I take my hands to behind my back and unclasp my bra, pushing its strap down my arms as fast as I can.

  Now completely naked, I moan as he takes two fingers to my clit, rubbing me there for a few seconds before hiking down to my drenched folds.

  He goes up and down over them, and then starts to part them with his index finger. My back is arched as anticipation makes my muscles tense up, but he just keeps on teasing me with no end in sight.

  Only when I start relaxing does he go for it; flicking his wrist fast. He slides his index finger all the way inside my pussy, curling it upward and only stopping when it’s pressed tight against my G-spot.

  I open my mouth in surprise, a sudden scream welling up to my lips, and he takes the chance to start rubbing my clit with his free hand.

  Pleasure fills me up to the brim, pooling in my muscles and biting at my nerve endings. It demands all of my brain’s attention, controlling every single cell inside my skull as it keeps on growing and growing, like a never-ending stairway to heaven.

  It grows so much that it bursts, an explosion of sheer ecstasy taking over me. Arching my back again, I let out one wild scream and, when my vocal chords grow tired, I resort to hissing like a madwoman with the frenzy of lust overtaking me.

  Kieran takes his fingers out of my pussy then, but never lifting them off my body.

  This time he takes his mouth down my body and, positioning himself between my open legs, he starts kissing my inner thighs, using his tongue like a torture device.

  Grabbing at his hair, I try to force him down, but he fights back against my hold.

  He keeps on teasing me, brushing both lips and tongue on my inner thighs while I try to thrust with my hips. Countering me, he presses his forearm over my waist, pinning me down to the ground, and just keeps on circling my wetness without going for it.

  His eyes become narrower as his grin widens and, just like that, he’s on me. He wraps his lips around my clit and starts to suck, using his tongue to run soft circles around it.

  Hooking his thumbs under my knees, he forces my legs up and then takes his open mouth to my pussy lips, pressing it against my wetness and jabbing at my insides with his tongue.

  This time he doesn’t stop me while I try to thrust, and so I just press my pussy against his face as hard as I can, rubbing my wetness against his mouth.

  I want to moan and scream at the same time and sounds of pure pleasure tear from my lips.

  Sucking and licking, he presses one thumb over my clit and starts rubbing on it while he devours my pussy. Violent pleasure starts rising inside of me again like a ticking bomb, each tick one step closer to ecstasy.

  There’s a storm in my brain and, for a moment, I can’t even see or hear anything. My brain shuts down everything in order to process all the sweet pleasure reaching it. I’m grinding my teeth so hard I can feel the pressure building around the bones in my jaw.

  With my brain seemingly busy, my body goes out of control. Still grabbing him by the hair, I start swaying my hips in a frenzy, crushing my pussy against his face in deep desperation as I come. By the time pleasure finally starts receding, there are already beads of sweat pooling on my forehead.

  “Oh, fuck, I whisper, more to myself than to him, as I collapse limp on the grass, sprawling both my legs and arms. I look up at the blue sky, and for a moment, I forget all about Percy and the situation I’m in. Right now, all I can think about is the sweet pleasure coursing through my veins.

  He smiles at me, going up to his knees. Turning my head, I look at him, a delirious smile taking over my lips as I see his lips and chin glistening from my fluids.

  “We’re just getting started, babe,” he tells me, and I can’t help but smile back at him.

  Kieran

  I need to fuck her.

  It’s almost silly said like that, but that’s the truth.

  I don’t want to fuck her.

  I need to.

  And that’s a new thing for me. More often than not, women are the ones wanting my cock more than they want the air to breath.

  For the first time in my life, I know exactly how it feels to have that much desire inside me.

  Gritting my teeth, I roll Stacy so that she’s laying down on her stomach on the grass. I lay on top of her, one hand moving under her body and grabbing one breast while I position my cock against her ass. My fingers gently playing with her hard rosy nipple, I place my lips against her ear.

  “Tell me you want it,” I whisper, pressing my cock between her ass cheeks. She immediately starts to thrust back, grinding and stroking me with her cheeks. “Say it.”

  “I want you…I want it,” she murmurs, turning her head to the side. “I want it so bad, Kieran.”

  “Are you sure?” I tease her, grabbing my shaft with one hand and pressing it down, moving it between her thighs so that my tip is brushing against her wet folds.

  I have to take a deep breath so that I don’t thrust right away.

  It takes all my fucking willpower just to keep talking.

  “I’m not hearing you beg.”

  “Please…” she mutters, struggling to get the words out. “Please…I want you to fuck me. I need you to.”

  I oblige, pleasure washing over me.

  But I don’t go all the way in.

  I only feed one inch into her pussy, her folds hugging the tip of my cock as she tries to thrust her hips back.

  “Please…I need you inside of me. Fuck me…as hard you can,” she purrs, each of her words feeling like someone is driving a fucking knife through my heart. I can’t resist this anymore. No fucking way.

  Teasing time is over.

  I grit my teeth and thrust hard, my shaft burying itself deep inside of her. I go all the way in, closing my eyes as I feel the warm embrace of her pussy. My hands are on her ass, grabbing it as I start to rock my hips against her.

  Her lips are parted seductively, moans flowing out in time w
ith my thrusts. The sound of her desire caresses my eardrums like a spell, and I feel my rational mind shutting down.

  My mind goes blank as my thought process turns into incoherent whispers of decadent lust.

  I don’t even bother with building up the fucking rhythm; I go hard right from the start, my thighs slapping her ass as my cock fucking ravages her.

  My shaft goes in and out of her incessantly, beads of sweat starting to pool on my forehead.

  I just fucking ignore them and keep moving, fucking her as if I had never been with a woman like her. And it’s true; I’ve fucked my way through countless, nameless women… But I’ve never found someone like her.

  Never.

  “Oh, God…” she moans, turning her head to the side and clawing with her delicate fingers at the grass. “Please, don’t…Don’t stop!” she cries, breathing loudly through her gritted teeth from the sheer exertion of taking my cock.

  I do exactly what she’s asking me, and I keep fucking her until her pussy tightens around my cock like a fucking vice. Her muscles start to twitch, and I feel the delicate, and yet violent, spasms of her pussy around my shaft.

  I remain in place as she burns in pleasure, only sliding my cock out when I notice her breathing returning to normal.

  Rolling to the side, I lie on my back and turn to her, placing my hands on her waist and pulling her into me. Moving with fast, cat-like movements, she climbs on top of me, straddling me while she grabs my cock with both of her hands.

  I have to hold my breath and close my eyes so that I don’t come right here and now. Somehow, I manage to resist.

  “You’re perfect,” she whispers, her eyes locked on mine. Her lips are slightly parted, an expression of anxiety on her face. I feel the fucking gears inside my head starting to turn as I try to decode her words.

  “Me? You’re the perfect thing, babe,” I reply, having no idea about what’s she fucking talking about. Women tell me I’m perfect all the time, but coming from her mouth…it just sounds like she doesn’t even realize how truly perfect she is.