Claiming Her_A Romance Collection

by R. R. Banks

  "Did you put the key back?" I asked.

  "I did. I put it back where it was, and I sealed it over."

  "Then I guess we're ready," I said.

  I stepped back and watched, my hands rested protectively on my belly, as he dug the end of the spike into the ground then swung the rubber mallet up over his head and down onto the wood, driving the 'For Sale' sign into place.

  Garrett

  That next morning, I stepped into the shower behind Gwendolyn and molded my body to her back, pressing my hand to her belly to draw her back against me so that I could feel as much of her as possible. She rested her head back against my shoulder and I touched a kiss to the side of her neck. She fit so perfectly in my arms and in the curves of my body as if she was crafted specifically to fill those spaces. I already knew that she had been crafted to fill the space in my heart. She stepped away from me and turned around so that her back was in the water.

  "Good morning," she said.

  Water streamed across her skin, creating rivulets down her fuller, more lush breasts and the soft curve of her lower belly. Her hand reached for the sponge that she kept hanging from the faucet and she squeezed her favorite shower gel into it. The steam immediately brought the fresh, sweet smell of her into my lungs and my body responded. Gwendolyn pressed the sponge to the center of her chest and a stream of white suds slid over her navel and into the dip between her thighs.

  I groaned as the image conjured erotic thoughts.

  "Good morning," I murmured, leaning forward to flick my tongue across one nipple and then the other before straightening again to watch her.

  "And a good morning to you, too," she said.

  I noticed her eyes had trailed down and were focused on my surging erection. The tip of her tongue touched her upper lip and she brought her gaze back to my eyes. Even after all of the time that we had spent together and all that we had been through, there was still passion there, still hunger, and it made me love her even more.

  "Touch me," I said.

  I heard Gwendolyn's breath quicken, and I stepped closer to her again, cradling her face in my hands as I gave her a deep, encouraging kiss. Before my mouth parted from hers I felt her fingers wrap around my cock. Her hand started moving in slow strokes, rising up over the head and twisting subtly as it pushed back down. I let my head fall back and I gripped her upper arms for support. She knew exactly how to touch me, exactly how to create the most incredible sensations that rolled through my body like thunder and made it hard to catch my breath.

  I didn't think I could take much more and then Gwendolyn sank to her knees, urging me to step forward into the water as she took me eagerly into her mouth pulling my shaft in, sucking me with confidence. Her tongue swirled around the tip, flicking at the sensitive bundle of nerves right beneath it, and I felt my knees shaking. I groaned her name and took hold of her head with one hand, guiding it as I surrendered myself to the pleasure that she was giving me. My hips moved to meet the glide of her head and I felt myself slip down into her throat. She moaned, and I felt her throat trembling around me, only increasing the dizzying sensation. I brought my hips forward, pushing deeper so she held the full length of me in her hot, sweet mouth. I could feel my orgasm building rapidly and I wrapped one hand tightly around the base of my erection, squeezing to slow the feeling and carefully withdrawing from her mouth.

  Gwendolyn stood and placed her hands on my chest. Her wet hair clung to her neck and shoulders and water from the shower head slicked across her lips. She looked down at her hands and I heard her take in a shuddering breath as she leaned close, nipping at my earlobe and then whispering to me.

  "Cum for me, baby." My stomach clenched so hard I bent over slightly in response. "I want to watch you."

  The unhidden eroticism and desire behind the words still made her feel vulnerable and I touched her gently to reassure her, then grabbed her hand and squeezed it more tightly against my cock. I guided her hands along me, applying pressure as I helped her bring me to the brink. As I got closer I turned us around so that her back was pressed against the wall and I leaned over her, my free hand braced against the wall beside her head.

  I released her hand to allow her to stroke me on her own, putting my other hand on the wall on the other side of her head so that I could give myself completely into the worship that she was offering. She smiled as I groaned in response to her touch, not holding back the sounds that she then milked from me. She increased her speed slightly, gathering some of the bubbles from her skin and using them to make her hand slide even more easily over me. In seconds, my body contracted.

  Not caring who might hear me, I tossed my head back and roared, bending my elbow slightly to lower closer to her, as the hot stream poured from my body. Gwendolyn gasped and when I opened my eyes again I saw that I had coated her breasts and belly, replicating the suds that had slid down her from the sponge. I couldn't catch my breath to speak, but she didn't need instructions. Doing nothing to clean herself, Gwendolyn dropped back to her knees and I felt her tongue lapping up the drops that clung to my still hard erection. She drew a long lick up my length and wrapped her mouth around me, cleaning me with her lips and tongue, and swallowing luxuriously. Only when she was finished did she stand again and look into my eyes.

  "You taste wonderful," she said.

  The selflessness of the attention she gave me made me tremble, sending a stronger wave of emotions flowing through my veins. I lowered myself to the floor of the shower, catching her hands in mine and easing her down with me. She came down onto my lap, tucking her legs closed on either side of my hips. Her body nestled against me and I reached behind me to get the sponge she had dropped when I asked her to touch me. I stroked the sponge down her body, washing her skin gently. I let the sponge travel over her breasts and across her sensitive nipples, then down her belly, brushing the tip against her most sensitive peak. She kept her hands on my shoulders, offering herself to me as I had offered myself to her. When I felt enough of my control had returned, I carefully lifted her off my lap and sat her in front of me. Her legs closed, and I positioned myself on my knees, leaning over to whisper to her.

  "Now, let me watch you."

  I felt Gwendolyn wiggle slightly below me and I placed a hand on her chest, running it down her body and using it to ease her thighs apart. She was hot and slick against my fingers as they drew down her center. I touched her more firmly and she leaned back against the tile wall behind her, a shuddering breath escaping her lips and her eyes closed. I watched her face as I explored her with my fingers, sweeping the tips against her and discovering again the intricacy of her body. No matter how often I touched her, Gwendolyn never became less beautiful, less desirable, less incredible.

  Her sounds filled the space around us, pulsing through me. The water from the shower head streamed down on her, creating rivulets from her eyelashes that dripped down into her open mouth. I dipped my head to lick the drops that pooled between her breasts and felt her arch against me. The invitation was too much to resist. Slipping my finger inside her, I brought my mouth down her body and flicked my tongue across the tender bud that my patient touch had coaxed from beneath its hood.

  A cry of pleasure rang in the shower and Gwendolyn's fingers dug into my hair. Her knees pulled up higher, her feet arching so that her pointed toes just touched the floor on either side of me. I delved further, coaxing her closer with my finger deep inside her body and watching as my own tongue traveled across her. Seconds later, she pulled back on my head and squeezed her thighs to stop me.

  "Wait," she gasped.

  "What's wrong," I asked, lifting my head to look into her face.

  Her eyes were soft and slumbering.

  "Hold me," she whispered.

  I tangled my hands around her waist and lifted her back up and into my lap. I didn't even realize I was hard again until she lifted her hips and guided me inside her. The silky walls of her surrounded me and almost instantly she dug her nails into my back and contracted w
ildly around me. I gathered her into my arms, holding her as close as I could. I closed my eyes and focused in on every sense, every experience of her. I breathed in the smell of the shower gel mixing with the warmth of her body as it cradled me. I listened to the sound of her breaths gasping out of her and the tiny whimpers as she rode the waves of her orgasm. I felt her body wrapped around me and the beating of her heart through her chest and against mine. I tasted her kiss and the sweetness of her skin. I was surrounded by her, enveloped by her, and I never wanted to be anywhere else.

  "I love you," she murmured against my shoulder.

  I drew her thighs apart to bury myself deeper and rocked into her, meeting her tremors gently as she came down from the climax that drew me further within her.

  "I love you," I whispered back.

  And as I said it I knew that I felt it with every bit of me, every element of myself. There was nothing left anymore. Nothing hidden or held back from her. She had released a part of me that had been locked away so tightly that I had doubted that it even existed anymore, forcing me to face and destroy demons I had harbored so long I had begun to feel that they were a part of me. My life had started again with her and it was through each other that we had learned to let go, to be brave enough to be willing to be afraid and to live.

  THE END

  Hot Daddy

  Alright, alright, alright.

  Women say I sound just like Matthew McConaughey.

  And owning half of Texas, life can't get any better.

  Until my inheritance is threatened by Tiffany, my b*tch of a half-sister.

  Well sugar, that sh*t ain't happenin'!

  The only way to stop her is to get married.

  It's in my parents' will.

  Fortunately, I know just the candidate - Amanda.

  She lights me up as bright as the Dallas sky.

  All I can think of is her riding me cowgirl while wearing my Stetson.

  But there's more to it.

  She's actually making my playboy @ss consider settling down.

  I'll do everything in my power to win her over.

  Including something I have never done before, introduce her to my son.

  This is our chance, for our happily ever after.

  But Tiffany has other plans, one that doesn't involve my inheritance or Amanda...

  Chapter One

  Brady

  “I've never done it in a skybox before,” she purred.

  “Looks like you can check it off your bucket list then, sugar,” I reply.

  She gives me a seductive little smile. “Anybody ever say you sound just like Matthew McConaughey when you talk?”

  I look at her and smile. “Is that a good thing?”

  “It's definitely a good thing,” she says. “It's sexy.”

  I flash her a devilish little grin. “Well, alright, alright, alright.”

  She giggles and goes back to giving me a mind-blowingly amazing blowjob. I look at the packed stadium outside the windows of my skybox and smile. I love football – almost as much as I love a good blowjob. But football is the thing I'm most passionate about in life. I've loved it since I was a kid, when my dad used to take me to the games. That love affair only grew stronger when my dad, founder of the Keating Technologies empire, bought an NFL team – the San Antonio Copperheads. Which, automatically became my favorite team.

  I remember going to the games with him when I was a kid. Dreamed of wearing the black and copper colored uniforms, of making big plays on Sundays. I remember sitting in the big luxury box above the field and taking it all in, thinking it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I remember going down onto the sidelines and into the locker room to meet some of the players – some of my idols growing up.

  Of course, back then, I never imagined taking in the games the way I currently was – sitting in my luxury box in a stadium packed to the rafters with screaming fans – and having a gorgeous little blonde face down in my lap working my cock like she had something to prove.

  I tangle my hands in her hair, giving it a firm pull as she works her mouth and hand in unison on my thick, hard shaft. She looks up at me with a flirty little smile and a sexy little gleam in her eyes as she traces the tip of her tongue around the head of my cock, stroking me at the same time.

  The crowd outside the luxury box roars, making me smile down at her.

  “Damn, darlin', you're so good, you can get a stadium of sixty-five thousand people on their feet,” I say, knowing full well that nobody can see through the smoked glass tinting of the windows.

  “Shut up,” she giggles. “I would kill you if anybody could see us. What would my momma think?”

  “Honey, I gotta believe she'd think she raised a damn fine young woman.”

  She smacks my thigh playfully and then squeezes the base of my cock nice and hard before taking all of it back into her mouth. She tightens her mouth around me, moving her head up and down, licking and sucking hard and fast. I lean my head back on the chair and moan, my eyes rolling back in my head.

  “You locked the door behind you when you came in, didn't you, sweetheart?” I ask.

  She nods and mumbles – it's probably a little difficult for her to talk with her mouth full. She keeps moving her head up and down though, cupping my balls and giving them a firm squeeze, making my breath catch in my throat. This girl has the whole sweet, Catholic, girl-next-door look about her, but there is nothin' innocent about this one – which I'm very happy about. Obviously.

  I look at the door again, hoping she actually had locked it. The last thing I want is for somebody to walk in on us during our little tryst. Not that it would be the first time I'd been caught screwing one of the hospitality girls in my skybox. I'm not big on putting on shows for people though. Believe it or not, but I do have some morals – a few, anyway.

  I glance at the clock and realize halftime is coming to an end soon. I need to speed things up so I don't miss any of the game. Or the meeting I have scheduled that I'm already dreading.

  I pull the girl to her feet and then stand up. She giggles and licks her lips seductively. She is a gorgeous little thing – no more than twenty-two or twenty-three-years-old, five foot three, a hundred and fifteen pounds soaking wet, with blonde hair, deep green eyes, and a luscious, curvy, deliciously tight little body. A body I can most definitely get used to banging.

  And if she behaves herself, maybe we'll just have to have an encore performance at next week's game.

  Leaning down, I kiss her hard, cupping her breasts through her tight white uniform shirt. She wraps her legs around my waist when I pick her up and carry her over to the bar, sitting her down on top of it. I kiss her neck as I work at the buttons on her shirt, finally getting it undone.

  I drop her shirt on the bar, her bra quickly following. She gasps when I gave her stiff nipples a nice, hard pinch. Leaning down I take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it as I squeeze and knead her other breast in my hand.

  She reaches her hand down and takes hold of my cock, giving it a nice, hard tug. I moan and look her in the eye, enjoying the sensation of her small, smooth hand sliding up and down my stiff cock.

  “I don't have much time,” she says, her sweet Texas accent dripping like honey. “I need to get back to work soon.”

  “Don't worry,” I reply. “I'll write you a note if you're late. I'm the boss, so what can they do?”

  Sliding my hand up her skirt, I grab hold of her panties and slide them down, tossing them on the pile with her shirt and bra. She bites her bottom lip and gives me a seductive little smile. Damn, this girl is sexy.

  She parts her thighs as I step forward, positioning myself between them. Kissing her, I slide my hands up her thighs, relishing the feel of her smooth, silky stockings. She reaches over and picks up my black Stetson, putting on top of her head and gives me a flirty little look – and I have to admit, it's kind of sexy.

  “Giddyap, cowboy,” she purrs.

  “Yes, ma'am,”
I say.

  I quickly slip on a condom as she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me forward. Locking her hands behind my neck, she looks me in the eye and kisses me hard, our tongues swirling together in her mouth hard and fast. She pulls back, a little breathless.

  “I need to feel you inside of me, Brady,” she gasps. “Fuck me now, baby.”

  Grabbing hold of my stiff prick, she guides me to her hot, wet little opening. With one solid thrust, I drive myself deep into her, making her cry out as I fill her up completely.

  “Yes, baby,” she says. “God, yes.”

  She is dripping wet and I thrust my hips in a hard rhythm, moving inside of her with ease. I grab hold of her ass and pull her closer to me as I start to bang her harder and faster. Kissing her neck, nipping at it, I run my tongue down to her sweet, perky little tits.

  She's moaning loudly, calling my name as I bury my cock into her again and again. I look out through the windows and see the teams are starting to come back out onto the field. She squeals and giggles as I pull her down off the bar, turn her around, and bend her over it, and then give that sweet little ass a firm smack.

  She looks back at me over her shoulder, a salacious expression on her face as I push her skirt up around her waist. I take a moment to admire the view of her firm, tight little ass, and toned legs encased in her black stockings and heels.

  “You are damn fine, darlin'” I say.

  “Thanks,” she purrs. “Now stick it in and fuck me.”

  “Yes, ma'am,” I reply – she doesn't need to ask me twice.

  Stepping up behind her, I grab my cock and slip the head of it into her opening. I grab her shoulders and pull her back at the same moment I thrust myself forward, driving my cock deep inside of her. She gasps and moans, pushing back against me as I pound her from behind. Grabbing a handful of her hair, I gave it a hard yank, pulling her head backward, making her call my name.