by Alexis Angel
I can’t answer. If I start screaming at him that he’s a freak and to get the fuck out, he’ll probably consider it foreplay and take his pants off.
I can’t just meekly submit, no fucking way.
If I hurt him, my career is over.
I’m smart. I’ve got to be able to think my way out of this.
“Mr. Paxton,” I start, trying for a neutral tone, and he’s still advancing on me, cash falling all over the floor.
If I go back much further, I’ll be on the balcony, and I really don’t want that.
I turn back to check out freak features—and then I realize he’s right in front of me. He leans in, making puckered lips at me.
“Just give me those sweet lips, just once,” he begs.
Mr. Paxton has this cheeky look on his face, like he knows I would rather slap him, and he’s hoping I do.
I’m completely frozen. I can’t think.
At that moment, a fast-moving blur comes from behind me and Paxton is on the carpet, struggling...with another man.
They roll on the floor, and as Paxton comes out under, I recognize who’s on top.
“Will!” I gasp softly.
Will punches Paxton square in the jaw and stands up, giving him a kick for good measure. Paxton starts crawling around, trying to get up as Will grabs him by his jacket’s collar, and hauls him out the door.
“Where the fuck did you come from?”
I’m standing frozen, arms around myself. I seriously don’t think I can move.
“Climbed the fucking balconies. I saw something going on…I could see someone up here. I don’t know, I had a bad feeling. Are you okay?” he says, all between breaths.
I nod, slowly, thinking, no, I wasn’t alright, not until you got here.
He steps close to me, and I feel my heart bounce.
I can’t help but grin as I take in his sent, and start to feel that warm tingle between my legs.
Oh, yeah. This guy gets me going. I can’t even help it.
“So,” Will says, as he rakes a hand through his hair. “We should talk then?”
I nod as I move towards the couch, feeling shaky and scared, but full of hope too.
“Yeah. Let’s talk.”
William
As the adrenaline starts to taper off, my blind rage fades and my blurry vision returns to normal and finds Kat standing before me.
That jump up the balconies really sobered me up, and it’s a good thing too, since I haven’t been in an actual fistfight since fucking grade school.
Think that doesn’t go on at preppy private schools? Think again.
I had to take Scotty Logan out for getting into my whiskey stash. I fucked his sister, though, so it all evens out in the end.
This fight was not as exciting. I’m still not exactly sure what the fuck happened.
I was on the street, looking up, when I saw her. I couldn’t wait to get up to her, and I saw a shadow move in the apartment.
I knew something was wrong.
Okay, I had half an idea she might have replaced me already, and I really wanted to surprise them.
Whichever way it went, the balconies were the way to go.
“Will.” Kat comes over, cradling my hand. “You’ve hurt your fingers.”
“I’m okay,” I assure her, brushing off the concern but secretly enjoying the attention. “I need to top up. Do you have…ah! Yes, you do!”
I see a bottle of my favorite whiskey by the couch, and Kat comes over with me and we sit down.
She’s trying to fuss with my hand while I take long swigs out of the bottle. Once I put the bottle down, I start fumbling for my phone.
“Look, gimme my hand back. I came over here for something, and I’m not fucking this up.”
She really won’t give me my hand back, so I start getting into the phone left-handed.
“I’m deleting every single woman in here. Look, Elsa Tonique, dancer. Speaks seven languages and bendy as gumby. Check out this one, Cheryl Wilson, ex-Miss America contender. Got kicked out for sexual harassment—twice. There’s that fucking golf caddy. This one’s a millionaire, but lives in the slums because she thinks it’s good for her image. This one—”
“Will,” Kat interrupts. She’s paused from blowing on my knuckles, gently stroking my palm. “I don’t care about any of that. Honestly, I trust you. No man has ever excited me the way you do, and that messed me up. I thought I was falling for a total horn dog who couldn’t appreciate my feelings. But I can see how upset you are—I can’t have any doubts.”
She’s grinning this really sly, gorgeous grin.
The look on her face might unsettle me, if I wasn’t so in love with her. It’s a self-assured, contented look, and I’m not sure I’ve had a woman look at me like this before.
What convinced her?
My heroic climb up the balconies, punching that fuckwit Paxton…there’s a good few million out the window.
Sarah won’t be happy. I really don’t know.
But I’m hoping it’s the tone of my voice and the look on my face. It’s painful.
I need her to trust me. I feel like I can’t survive without it…can’t move.
“You really wrecked your hand,” she says softly, still stroking my palm and checking out my knuckles.
“I’ve seen worse,” I say, minimizing it all. I take another sip of whiskey. “Look, I’m not done.”
I start going through the phone again—into bad territory now, where I can’t even remember the girl’s names and I’ve labeled them things like ‘wicked anal’, ‘loves to suck cock’, ‘threesome guaranteed’, ‘likes double penetration’, and ‘uninhibited AF’, to name a few.
I hold the phone out to Kat.
“I want you to see how serious I am. These are all going—deleted. I can’t tell you the day I’ve had today. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I tried to amuse myself in lots of ways, but nothing satisfied me.”
I put my poor bruised hand on her cheek.
“I just want you,” I confess.
“Will…” She leans into my hand. “I want you, too.”
“Actually.” I have to laugh. “It’s all kind of Sarah’s fault. Again.”
“Again?”
“Yeah. After I split from here, I took off out the back of the country club, and she found me there. She was trying to scare you off, but only because she thought I would move on by then. It really kind of blew her mind that I was out there feeling miserable. She didn’t think it was even possible. But she’s the one who told me to come here and tell you…”
“Tell me what?” She’s grinning right now.
Its gold, it’s priceless. So mischievous.
She knows what. But she’s always going to tease me, and that’s what I love so much about her.
I find myself grinning, too—that ridiculous ‘fuck you’ grin that pisses off the young and old.
“To tell you I love you. That I can’t live without you.”
“And what about poor…” She lifts my phone. “‘Only from behind’?” she asks, chuckling. She scrolls. “Or ‘into toe stuff’?”
“Deleted.” I take the phone back, scrolling and deleting. “‘Ms. tiny boobs’, gone. ‘Ms. short skirt’, gone. ‘Twin sisters’…hmmm. Hard one, but gone. Oh! ‘Ms. likes-to-be-fucked in trees’, gone!”
Kat leans in and kisses me, pushing the phone away. First it’s just a quick, slow kiss, but she keeps moving forward, pushing me down on the couch as she crawls on top of me.
The whole time, she’s spoiling me with soft, hot, lingering kisses.
“Will,” she whispers into my mouth.
There goes my cock, rising to the occasion.
Thank fuck it’s not broken. It just got trained.
Seems like all I needed was a strong-enough woman to educate the monstrous fucking thing.
I let Kat sink into me, finally letting that hard, cold feeling go.
She’s here.
She’s mine.
; She’s not going anywhere, and neither am I.
Katrina
The cool wind is streaming through my hair as Will handles the convertible on the turns.
I can’t stop leaning over to kiss and taste his neck—that spot just under the point of his jaw is so salty. He loves it when I sneak my tongue up behind his ear and nip at the lobe with my teeth.
He’s taking me out to Lake Michigan for some kind of surprise.
Every now and then, we glance at each other at the same time and grin like teenagers.
There’s such an energy about the day. I know it’s coming from us, that we feel confident and free and somehow brand new.
I can’t keep control of myself.
Will keeps grinning at me, and his eyes look bright and easy. There’s still a hint of hungry wolf there, but he’s not a lone wolf now.
Just sitting this close to him makes me burn.
If I don’t think about it, I can still feel the humming in my clit and a deep ache further down, but if I let go and think about it, I start getting wet just deliciously, and then I can’t stop it.
My mind is overloaded with Will, all our memories so far and those to come.
His hot, generous mouth between my legs, long fingers stroking my thighs, gripping my shoulders, and grabbing my ass.
And how could I not mention the sex in the shower last night when we got inventive with the bath oil?
Will slows a little as we hit a smaller road, and I lean over and play with his belt.
I hear him chuckling.
“Can’t you wait, babe?”
“Fuck no. I have to taste it.”
He laughs but doesn’t stop the car.
I get his pants open, and a massive smile cracks my face as that giant cock pops right out to meet me.
“Hello there,” I whisper.
“Are you talking to my cock?”
“Shhh! This is a private conversation.”
“You know, Kat, I wanted to wait ‘til we got to the lake. I have something important to say.”
Will turns his remaining attention to the road as I take the juicy head of his fat cock into my mouth and roll it over my tongue. I play with the edges, teasing the tip of my tongue around the ridges.
I suck it slowly down into my throat. Will sits back and opens his hips just a little, and that thrusts his beautiful cock all the way down my throat.
I love his cock as much as I love letting someone go to town on my clit.
The sensations of rolling it around in my mouth literally makes me wet.
I try to moan, but it’s muffled because my mouth is too full. I tighten my lips up again and start pumping him, lashing my tongue along the wide, thick base as my lips creep up and down the sides.
Will moans and puts a hand on the back of my head, and at that, I feel tingles flowing all over me.
Yes. God yes!
Fuck my tiny little mouth. Make it fit you massive, hard, awesome cock.
I let him take control as he pumps my head slowly and methodically, drawing out each stroke until he comes, gasping and moaning.
I’m just waiting for that quick pumping to start, and as soon as it does, I tighten my lips up and suck around the head, swallowing down his plentiful, delicious cum.
He’s moaning so low it sounds like a growl. I know the head is oversensitive now, but I don’t give a damn.
I keep my lips sealed around the top until I have sucked out every precious drop, leaving me to gulp every couple of seconds so I’m not wasting any of it.
As I sit up, wiping my mouth, I realize the car has stopped.
That’s probably a good thing.
“Wow, when did we get here?”
“A few minutes ago. I wasn’t going to disturb you,” Will answers.
“Look at the mist. It looks so dark.”
“I know, I was hoping for a nice view.”
“Let’s have a look,” I suggest.
I open the door and head out, moving towards the lake. The mist is flowing and shifting, some moments you can see the lake, then the mist shivers, and there’s just grey.
It’s making me feel sweet and dreamy.
I turn around to look for Will and see he’s standing behind me, looking twisted up.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“I gotta do this. I gotta do this right,” he mutters.
I cross my arms.
What is my cheeky ass playboy up to now?
I think my world shatters when he goes down on one knee.
I can’t breathe.
He looks right up at me with those wolf eyes, cracks the box, and the pale light glints on the rock inside.
And holy fuck—is it the biggest, nicest cut rock I’ve ever seen. Even with little light, it sparkles.
This is something I thought I never wanted.
I was so sure for so long that marriage was a trap. A time-wasting trap, at that.
An exercise of forced compromise.
I couldn’t have imagined back then how it feels in my chest when Will looks at me, shit-eating smile now toned and gentled into a wide-eyed look of trust and affection.
He’s still a wolf, still savage, but now he knows he doesn’t have to roam alone, he doesn’t have to defend himself with nasty tricks or sarcasm.
Not with me.
“Kat, my darling, my wonderful, will you marry me?”
I can’t answer. I’m speechless.
My pussy is aching, and I think my clit is on fire.
I sink down to my knees as I throw my arms around him, kissing him deep. He pushes me down and kisses me hard, feeling me up with his big hands.
I grind myself against him, feeling how hard he is through his pants. I know I’m practically rolling in the dirt here, but I don’t give a fuck.
All I’m thinking about is getting his cock in me, but I would like to get off the ground. I don’t want to get bitten on the butt by something. Unless it’s Will.
“Wait,” I push him up. “Where’s the ring?”
“Here,” he answers, holding it up. “I grabbed it when you jumped me.”
“Put it on me.”
We sit quietly in the mist, as he frees the ring from the box and slips it gently on my finger.
He kisses me softly.
“Mine,” he whispers.
“I want to get off the ground…” I give him a cheeky grin and a wink. “Where do you want me?”
“The car. Lean over the hood, stretch those gorgeous legs and spread them for me,” he orders, grinning.
I get up and move back to the car.
I lean over the bonnet as instructed, reaching for the wind shield as I open my legs.
I’m wearing a cute little short halter dress, so I know he’s got an excellent view.
My clit is humming, and my pussy is aching. I love it when I’m totally exposed, and he’s looking me over, slowly savoring the look of me.
He reaches between my legs, and his fingers graze my lips as he grabs my panties by the sticky, wet crotch.
With one hard tug, he pulls them off, ripping them at the edges.
“You don’t want these anymore anyway, babe. They’re totally ruined.”
“That’s all your fault,” I whisper, my voice getting thick with need.
He touches my ass, gently runs his hands down my thighs, and pushes up the short dress. I moan softly as his hands roll the dress up to my waist.
With his hands on my ass, pushing my cheeks up and apart, I feel his lips mouthing at my pussy, gently teasing with the tip of his tongue.
He grabs my hips as he leans in harder, eating me, and twisting his tongue in deep.
“Oh god, Will—please fuck me,” I moan.
I can’t take it any more.
I’m starting to wriggle up and down. I grab hold of a windshield wiper to keep myself steady. He keeps his hands on my hips as I try to grind, pushing me against the car with both hands and mouth.
His lips search up into my hole as if they’r
e looking for something.
I hope he never finds it.
He moves down and tongues my clit, drawing it into his mouth and worshipping it with the tip of his tongue. I feel the jerks deep inside as I cum and gush cum all over his lips.
He doesn’t stop at teasing it—his lips push down hard on my clit, and he sucks on it, kisses it, teases it. Every now and then, he flicks it just lightly with the tip of his tongue.
I hear happy noises coming out of him, half-moans and half-chuckles, as the wet drops from my pussy start rolling down.
He follows them up, burying his lips in my cunt. As his tongue searches out the furthest reaches of me, his lips mouth the entrance, drawing out more cum.
He pushes my ass cheeks up and apart and presses me against the hard bonnet.
“Will, your cock. Please, give me your cock!” I beg.
I can barely speak. My hands are gripping the wipers with while knuckles. I’m going to fling myself back and land on that big hard spike if he doesn’t give it to me.
I feel him stand up as he puts his hands on my ass. He teases the entrance with his cock, sliding the head in, then putting both hands on my hips to slowly—oh, so slowly—slide it into me.
“That’s how I like my woman,” he whispers, stroking my back. “Wet and begging for it. Tell me you want it, Kat.”
“Yes, Will. I want it. I want your hard cock in me every day!”
He still hasn’t put it all the way in.
I’m grinding against the car and bucking like a horse.
“Put it in! Please!”
I feel him put one hand on my shoulder, and I’m trying to force him in all the way, but he has one strong hand on my hip and won’t let me.
“Say you’ll be my wife. Tell me you love me.”
“I’ll be your wife,” I gasp. “I’ll marry you, I want your cock every fucking day. Yes, yes, YES!”
He uses both hands and hips as he thrusts it into me, so deep, oh god, so deep, so good.
I scream.
I’m still trying to writhe against him, but he’s got me pinned against the car. Slowly, he starts to draw his massive cock out again, and I realize he’s fully in control.
I throw myself forward and get my legs open as far as I can, raising my ass high.