Mine: Forever After (Forever After Novella Series Book 1)

by Natasha Thomas

  Buried to the root inside me, Dante stills, allowing me to adjust to his size. My head tilts to the side, giving Dante access to my throat as his tongue and teeth nip and lick a path to the sensitive skin below my ear.

  With a note of tenderness, Dante asks,

  “Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?”

  “No, please don’t. Whatever you do, don’t stop,” I mewl, tightening my thighs around his hips.

  “Can you take more, baby, because I’ve got to move. You feel so fucking good, so tight, so wet. If you can’t handle it, though, say so, and I’ll eat you out instead.” Whimpering, I nod, that lets him know I’m fine and that I want more.

  Dante starts off slowly, gliding halfway out and then back in again with short, measured strokes. But within the course of a dozen of those careful strokes, my pain has receded to a dull ache as pleasure begins to overtake me.

  “I’m not fragile; I won’t break, Dante. I want this, I want you, and I need for you to make me yours. Fuck me, Dante. Show me what it means to be owned by you,” I insist, scoring my nails down his back.

  “Fucking hell, Faye,” he growls, thrusting inside my pussy rougher than before. “You’ve got no idea what hearing you say that does to me. No idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words from you. This time is going to be quick, baby. I can’t hold out when your tight, little pussy is practically begging for me to come inside it,” he warns.

  My eyes roll back in my head as Dante begins fucking me in earnest, and I love it. Naked, with my breasts plastered to his chest, the sparse hairs there rasping against my nipples, I accept every punishing thrust he gives me. I revel in the feeling of his cock burrowing into my core, and the way my pussy flutters around him when he hits a particularly sensitive spot.

  One of Dante’s hands finds my breast again, toying with my erect, engorged nipple. The other grips my hip pinning me to the bed as if I was going anywhere. I couldn’t even if I wanted to, and I most assuredly do not.

  “Oh God Dante. Harder,” I moan, feeling my pussy spasm around him.

  Slamming his mouth down on mine, Dante swallows my pleas but gives me what I want; his cock pounding hard, his tongue in my mouth, and his hands roaming my flesh. All of me is exposed to him. Raw, split open, torn apart as Dante pieces me back together with every inward glide.

  I come hard on an inward glide and absently hear Dante bark,

  “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re perfect.”

  My climax peaks, blood rushes through my ears at an alarming rate as I experience my first ever man-made orgasm. And it is fabulous. Amazing. Devine. But if I thought that’s where Dante would let go, come inside me, and flop onto his back sated and blissed out, I was mistaken.

  Instead, he pulls out of me, flips me to my hands and knees with my head resting on the pillow, pulls my hips back sharply and slams into me from behind. The head of his cock hits my cervix, bottoming out with his first thrust. Dante fucks me mercilessly now. No finesse. No control. Just brutally unleashed power so sublime I think for a moment I’m about to black out from it.

  With one hand in my hair and the fingers of the other rubbing tight circles over my clit, Dante plies another orgasm out of me. This one is even more intensely beautiful than the last.

  Overwhelmed by the sheer potency of it, I cry out,

  “I love you. Oh, God. I love you so much, Dante.”

  Dante’s stubble rasps against my cheek as he puts his mouth to my ear and groans,

  “And I you, gorgeous. So much that you wouldn’t believe me if I told you, but I’ll make it my mission to prove it to you every day from here on out.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  ~ Dante ~

  “You alive in there, gorgeous?” I ask Faye through the locked door.

  Faye retreated into the bathroom after the second time I claimed her body and came inside her. Once she realized I hadn’t worn a condom either time, Faye promptly freaked the fuck out and locked herself behind a flimsy door that wouldn’t stand a chance in keeping me out if I wanted in.

  “For now, but I won’t be if I get pregnant because you’re an idiot. If my dad finds out all of his safe sex lectures were for shit, he’s going to kill me. And you for that matter,” she snaps, turning the lock to let me in.

  Seeing her sitting on the vanity, my blood instantly runs hot. I can imagine at least a dozen creative ways I could fuck her raw while Faye sits there with her legs spread wide and her pussy bared to me.

  It doesn't come as a surprise that after finally having her that it’d never be enough. Faye’s addictive, just like I knew she would be. All of her, from the soft velvet of her skin to the sweet taste of her mouth, and the wet heat between her legs is intoxicating. Which is probably why I just can’t help myself.

  Dropping to my knees in front of her, I push Faye’s legs open as wide as they can go and admire the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever laid eyes on.

  Waxed bare, except for a tiny landing strip directing me to the entrance to heaven isn’t something you see much anymore. Most women are shaved or waxed completely, under the misguided belief that men like it better that way. Personally, I couldn’t give a fuck. As long as she’s clean, smells good, and tastes even better, hair or no hair doesn’t faze me. But on, Faye this shit is hot.

  Tugging on her neatly trimmed bush, my eyes are drawn to her puffy, pink pussy lips, that are now covered in her cream. Her cunt looks swollen and well-used, just how I like it, but not so much that Faye can’t take a finger or two before I work her up enough to take my cock again.

  It’s not lost on me that I’m not a small guy. In fact, I’d hazard a guess I’m bigger than most. Faye took it like a champ, though. Every fucking inch buried inside her pussy, milking me until I came harder than I ever have before.

  Zeroing in on her clit, which I swear it pulses under my heated gaze, I’m pleased to see it hard and distended, ready for me to worship when I finally put Faye out of her misery and show her what she’s been missing.

  Dropping my head, I run my tongue around the outside of her pussy lips, sucking the delicate folds into my mouth. I groan at my first real taste of her. The sweetness mixed with a hint of musk is a natural aphrodisiac. She smells sensational too.

  Faye moans and tugs on my hair as I lap at her pussy relentlessly, avoid her clit entirely. The poor, neglected nub is stiff and peeking out of her hood, begging for attention, but it’s going to have to wait. I don’t want this to end quickly. I want to draw out her pleasure.

  My hands are clamped around the inside of Faye’s thighs, leaving fingerprints in their wake. I should loosen my hold on her, ease off even if only a little, but I can’t. The desire to mark, Faye is primal, incessant, demanding. SO much so, I tighten my grip and watch as the color of her skin turns white beneath my fingertips.

  Only when Faye has all but lost control, her hips grinding against my face and her juices are running down my chin do I circle her clit and suck it into my mouth. I lave, suck, flick, and bite; my hunger for her growing greater with each flood of wetness I swallow.

  Spearing my tongue inside her tight hole, working it in as deep as it can go, my nose bumps her clit, which has Faye screaming my name. With two fingers, I gather the cream that’s dripping down her ass crack. Using it as lube, I drive them inside her vice-like cunt, finger fucking her until she cries out loudly.

  Practically sobbing with the need for release, Faye pants,

  “Please make me come. Oh, God, Dante. Please. I need it.”

  Faye’s luscious thighs wrap around my head in a stranglehold, forcing more of her pussy into my mouth. I love that she knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it. But what I love more is that she trusts I’ll give it to her.

  Before she knows it, Faye’s orgasm blindsides her. Her muscles contract and pulse around my fingers, sucking them deeper into her cunt voraciously. Licking up every drop of her come – wishing there was more because I’m starving for her – I wait until her climax ebbs, then stand
up and slam my mouth down on hers.

  There’s nothing hotter than a woman who likes the taste of herself on her man’s tongue. And thankfully, my woman loves it. Opening for me, Faye suckles my tongue, just as greedy for me as I am for her.

  “Calmer now,” I ask when I feel her body go lax.

  “Much,” Faye sighs happily, wrapping all four of her limbs around me.

  “Then, I hate that I have to do this, but your brothers are here, and they want to talk to you.”

  “Come again,” she screeches, pushing off the counter and coming to stand in front of me.

  “No, baby. I didn’t come yet, but if you’re offering,” I smirk, earning me a slap to my chest.

  Burying her face in her hands, Faye shakes her head.

  “I’m so embarrassed right now. Why would you do that? What if they heard? Oh, God, they’re going to kill you.”

  “No, they’re not, gorgeous. Now, take a deep breath. Have a shower and get dressed, but take your time, baby. When you’re ready, come out and have some dinner with me, yeah?” I suggest.

  Rising up on her toes, Faye presses her mouth to mine, giving me a sweet but way too short kiss.

  “Thank you for the offer, and while that bathtub looks super inviting, I won’t be long. It’s not you that I don’t trust, Dante, it’s them. My brothers can get a tad overprotective when they’re worried about me, and I don’t want them taking that out on you.”

  What Faye hasn’t clued onto yet is that I was the one who let them in. I’ve already talked to them, let them say their piece. And while they aren’t happy that I made my move on their sister when she’s vulnerable, they didn’t kick my ass so I’m taking that as a good sign.

  “It’ll be okay, baby. They’ll behave, and if they don’t, I’ll have security escort them off the premises.”

  Mumbling under her breath, Faye shrugs.

  “It’s your funeral, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  *****

  Half an hour later it’s clear my instincts were off when it comes to three stressed out meatheads with more testosterone between them than the Texans entire defensive side.

  “You know it’s only a matter of time before they find your corpse rotting in some obscure forest somewhere, right?” Carter, the youngest of the three sneers.

  “Jesus, Carter, what’s your fucking problem?” I grate out. “We’ve gone over this already. I love your sister, and she loves me. If she’d marry me tomorrow, I’d have her dressed in white and meeting me at the end of the aisle, but that’s not my call, brother, it’s hers.”

  “If you’re serious about her, then why is this the first we’re hearing about it?” Drake asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s not like you don’t know where we live.”

  True, but why the hell would I want to deal with these assholes when the only man I care about giving me permission to marry his little girl already did more than twelve months ago.

  “Can we get back to why you’re here, and table this shit for later?” I suggest.

  “I second that,” Cole quips, striding into the room and flopping onto the couch.

  “Motion carried, since majority rules and all,” Dylan chimes in followed by a grinning Tate.

  “How do you figure that? You fuckers don’t get a say in who our sister dates, so mind your own fucking business,” Leo finally says.

  “Neither do you, little brother,” Faye shouts from the doorway to our bedroom. “As far as I’m concerned, the only reason you are even here in the first place is because Reid asked you to be. Which means, you are not permitted to comment on my relationship with Dante. I don’t want or need your advice, lectures or anything in between. What I do with my life, where I work, and who choose to date, or have mind blowing sex with has nothing to do with you. Adult, remember,” she ends, pointing to herself.

  “Hold on a second, Sis. We’re just…”

  “No, Drake. I know what you’re trying to do, and I love you in spite of it. You need to back off and trust that I can make decisions for myself. Good, bad, indifferent, it doesn’t matter; they are my choices, and I’m the one who has to bear the consequences if I choose wrong. But let me assure you, Dante isn’t on that list. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and if you take a step back and really look at me, you’ll see that for yourselves.”

  Fuck but I love this woman!

  Pulling her into my arms, I sit us both down in one of the large, overstuffed wing chairs. It’s positioned next to the floor to ceiling picture window that spans the length of the living space and has a fantastic view of the city streets below. But that isn’t what has my attention because the woman in my lap is far more magnificent than any view from any building in all of the world.

  “Hey, baby,” I mutter, kissing her forehead. “Good shower?”

  “Yeah,” Faye sighs happily, burrowing into my chest.

  The tiny cutoff denim shorts, along with her tight tank top that she’s not wearing a bra under has my cock stirring in my jeans, but this is hardly the time or the place to strip her naked and fuck her bent over the armrest of the chair. We’ll just have to save that for later when these assholes leave.

  “Can’t say the live porn show isn’t a hell of a turn on, but how about we discuss the elephant in the room,” Dylan pipes up. “The first we heard about this was this afternoon from Reid. None of us have seen the letters, so I’m not sure how much help we can be, but we’d all do anything for Faye so count us in on any plan you come up with.”

  “Ryker’s downstairs dealing with some of the security issues we discovered when we re-conned the hotel earlier,” Leo relays, snapping straight back into business mode. “After he’s done briefing the staff he said he’d be up to introduce himself, but Ryker’s happy for us to take the lead on this one.”

  Drake doesn’t miss a beat, picking up where Leo left off.

  “The strategy’s simple; Faye isn’t to go anywhere unaccompanied. By the looks of it, she’s covered when she’s in this suite,” Drake grunts, giving me a less than friendly scowl. “But if for any reason she has to leave it, Faye’s to have two men on her at all times, that includes to and from the car, in and out of venues and other public places. For now, we’re going to limit the number of unnecessary outings until we can accurately assess the threat. So, Faye, do you want to tell them what was in the letters or should I?”

  Faye’s body trembles, but she doesn’t burst into tears or run screaming from the room like a lot of women would. No, my woman is fierce, fearless, and so fucking strong. I’m proud as hell of how she’s handling herself.

  Clearing her throat, Faye shakes her head.

  “I think it’s best if they read them for themselves. I didn’t want it to come to this, because honestly, I don’t think whoever sent them means me any harm. But I will admit, the last one scared me.”

  Tightening my arms around her, I hold out my hand to accept the letter that’s encased in a plastic bag for preservation's sake. Faye takes that as her opportunity to remove herself from my lap and announce that she’s going to order room service for everyone. After she has my and their orders, Faye slips into our bedroom and closes the door quietly behind her.

  “Before you read it, I’ve got to warn you that you’re not going to like it. The shit that’s in it is seriously whacked,” Carter mutters.

  “It's not whacked, brother; it’s fucked up. The sick bastard who wrote it is obsessed with Faye, and it shows,” Leo counters.

  Ignoring them, I look down at the simple single-sided sheet of plain white paper, and begin reading.

  My darling Faye,

  You grow more beautiful every time I see you. I have been following the band you are employed by, and I must admit questioning why you would want to work for a group of womanizing heathens. You are better than that. You are better than them.

  It has been quite some time since I have had the opportunity to just sit and watch you as I did today, but my thoughts are never
far from you even when hundreds of miles separate us. However, I grow restless. I am tired of the distance between us, and I think it would be best if you quit your job so that we can finally be together.

  My patience is a finite thing, Faye. Watching you from afar, seeing the inappropriate clothing you wear, and the way that one disgusting pig looks at you is tiresome. So with that in mind, I have a proposition for you…

  If you of your own free will choose to come to me without delay, I will promise not to hurt the man you have foolishly given your heart to. Yes, I see the way you look at him too, sweetheart, but I can forgive you almost anything if you sever your connection to him immediately.

  In the event you choose unwisely, deciding to stay with a man that will never love you the way I do, who blatantly fucks everything that moves, and debases you just by breathing the same air, I can also promise you he will not be breathing much long.