“Fuck,” she shouts as my hands rub and slide up and down. The room smells of cocoa and coconut from the oil.
“Please.” Her nails scratch the bed and her hips slightly grind against the pillow.
“Turn around. We need to get your front.” She easily flips over, her eyes almost feverish as she reaches for me.
“Baby, if you can’t sit still, I’ll tie you up. And with your sunburn, it won’t be fun. Don’t move unless I tell you.” I reach for my tiny bottle and this time she moans and spreads her legs wide open. Her glistening pussy is ready for me. In fact, if I blew on her clit she’d go over, but what fun is that?
“Did I tell you to show me your cunt?”
Her eyes don’t waver, and I have to give her credit. Antoinette is not into depriving herself of pleasure.
“Did I?”
She blinks at me but arches her back. Placing my hand on her stomach, I push her down. “Bad girls don’t get orgasms.” Her eyes widen as she closes her legs. I sit up and take the dropper and drip the oil onto each of her erect nipples. The oil trickles its way down her sides and to her back.
“Now, my greedy princess, spread your legs. She does and I let the drops slowly drip onto her clit. “Wider,” I hiss. My cock is ready and if her pulsing pussy is any indication, she is too.
“Talk, Antoinette. What does it feel like?”
“Jesus,” she whines again. Her hands reach for me but drop with a thud. “It feels warm and powerful, like nothing in this world will ever make me feel this good again.”
“Hmm, I bet my tongue and cock can help.” I take two fingers, saturate them with the oil, and easily slide into her silken walls going deep and up straight for her G-spot.
“Fuck,” she screams, thrashing from side to side. Her eyes roll back as I fuck her with my fingers, and she takes it. Her body convulses, but she doesn’t grab my hand to stop and pushes her greedy cunt deeper.
“Yeah, that’s my girl. Come.” I pull my fingers out and lean over to suck on her tight rosy budded nipple. I suck and blow until she goes off again.
“What the fuck is happening?” she screams as I let the magic of the oil slide down my throat, numbing my tongue.
“Turn over, back on the pillow,” I grunt. Standing, I kick off my jeans, grab the bottle, and dump a large amount onto my cock.
“Watch,” I demand, jerking my cock hard. The oil instantly warms and my entire body, cells, and muscles come alive.
Climbing back onto the bed, I spread her legs. She pants yet clenches up.
“Antionette, just relax” My voice calming.
She moans as I rub her rosette hole. “It’s only… oh God.”
My thumb penetrates her, and I drip more lube going in and out of her tight, hot hole. “That’s it. Come for me, my love.” She does. Her ass grabs my thumb and pulses all over it. Lifting her up on all fours, I thrust into her warm, slick cunt and fuck her hard from behind. She screams in ecstasy. I pull out and as she collapses on her elbows, head down, I grab her ass with both hands and slowly ease my way in.
“Jesus Christ you’re tight.” The tip slides in and her ass grabs on and holds my cock as if her hot hole knows what’s coming.
“Relax. Let me make you see stars. This ass is mine.” She growls but stays still, and I go a little deeper, reaching around to rub her swollen clit. Slowly, I work my way inside her without losing my mind.
She chants about my cock and I close my eyes and let myself feel her, be with her as we go a little deeper. In and out, I slowly thrust, the oil rubbing into her skin, relaxing her. Either that or it’s all the orgasms. Her body lets go, and I’m able to penetrate through that ridge straight into fucking nirvana. Not moving, I give her a chance to adjust to me.
Untouched.
“Untouched and all mine.” I move slowly, letting her body direct me as I thrust in and out.
I’ve never fucked slow, never savored a person’s smell, taste, but I do with her.
“Fuck, Antoinette. So tight and hot,” I hiss. She moans and I feel everything she’s feeling.
“I’m close. So close,” I grunt, trying to make it last. Leaning in, I snake my hand down to her wet pussy. My fingers rub her clit until she screams and contracts, pulsing so hard her ass grabs ahold of my cock. I skydive straight into ecstasy, motherfucking heaven, as I jerk and fill her ass up with my cum.
“Fuck.” I pull out carefully, scoop her up, and take us into the shower.
ANTOINETTE
“Mitchell Axel Fontaine, if you try to touch me again…” I try to push him back. “Why?” I groan.
“Get up.” He slaps my ass and I almost scream. It’s got to be 6:00 a.m., maybe earlier.
“I told you we’re running this morning.” He turns on the light and I groan in protest.
“You need running shoes to do that. All I have are dance shoes,” I mumble and roll over, sinking my head and nose into his pillow. This is kind of my fault. I never should have teased him about being an old man.
Why, why do I do these things?
If I stay still, he’ll go to work like he always does. I can already hear his various phones vibrating.
“Cookie.” His voice is like music, prompting me to turn and look at him. He stands before me in black sweats, no shirt, and a box wrapped in happy birthday paper. I blink at him and sit up pushing the hair out of my eyes.
“How did you know?” I gasp. All of a sudden, I think back to the past few weeks. Did I tell him when my birthday was?
Like the mind reader he is, he answers for me. “No, you did not.” He sets the box on the bed.
Pulling the sheet up, I try to decide my next move. He either snooped or had someone else snoop for him.
Holy shit. He looked me up.
“Did you spy on me?” I swallow.
He reaches for a cigarette and lights up. “Yep.”
I eye him, wondering how much he knows. If he knew everything, he would have asked me, right? My past is rather gruesome, although my dad embezzling money seems kind of tame compared to Axel, so maybe not. I sigh and prop some pillows behind my back, watching him.
“How much do you know?”
“All of it.” He takes a drag and squints at me. Now, a normal girl would be outraged that her boyfriend—or whatever he is—did this. But since I’m far from normal and Axel is Axel, I’m surprised I got away with it as long as I did.
Sighing, I throw the sheet off. I’m not quite sure how to handle this. He knows about my ghosts.
I walk by to use the bathroom. Maybe I should act outraged that he invaded my privacy. That he knows my father was a monster and ruined my life.
Whatever, at least now I can stop pretending. Not that I was pretending. He’s right: I suck at lying.
It’s my birthday and he got me a present. I almost burst into tears.
“God, stop,” I mumble and start to brush my teeth.
“Antoinette, get your ass out here and open up your birthday surprises. After that, you need to get your birthday spankings, although that might have to wait until after the run,” he yells. “And don’t forget sunscreen.”
I look into the mirror and almost do a double take. I’m smiling like an idiot. Jeez, I’m crying; I’m smiling. I’m mad, then happy.
He’s right though. After the sunburn from Dolly’s welcome home party, sun protection is now part of my daily routine.
I bite my lip and my face heats up at the thought of that night. It wasn’t only the sex that made it the best day of my life. It was the laughing and watching movies the rest of the day. The eating cold grilled cheese sandwiches and ordering pizza. It was the way he touched me all night that made me want to tell him I love him.
Because I do.
No matter what happens, he’s my everything, and today is the day that all my secrets are out. No more hiding. I’m rolling the dice and betting on him. He hasn’t gotten rid of me yet. I smirk. If anything, every day we get a little closer, build a little more.
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p; “Come on, baby. I’m a busy man.” Sighing I grab the sunscreen and slather it on. If he’s saying he’s busy that means he’s got things to do. Which is fine. I have to work anyway.
I walk out and slip on my favorite T-shirt of his. His eyes devour me in it.
“You like wearing the Dicks, huh?” He shakes his head at me.
“Yep.” I smile.
“Come here,” he demands, and I obey, stopping right in front of him. He smells like smoke and us, and all I want for my birthday is to snuggle my nose in his neck. He grins and his dark stubble tries to hide his dimples, but I see them.
“You know that’s the name of my old band right?” I barely hear him as I stare at his lips.
“Antoinette? Focus, babe.”
“Stop it.” I laugh because I’ve kind of given up on being coy or shy around him. He’s literally been in every hole and kissed my body everywhere, so why hide that I’m wet and want his lips on me.
“It’s my birthday. Wait, your band was the Dicks?” And it all makes sense. I mean, I knew that the shirt was a band shirt, but that explains why he has DICKS tattooed on the knuckles of his left hand. I’m not going to let the MJ on his right hand ruin my day. I’m not even gonna think about it. Oh God, I’m thinking about it. I have to swallow back my need to scream, Who’s MJ?
Realistically she can’t mean anything. If MJ was important she’d be here instead of me. He smirks and rubs my lips with his thumb forcing me to look into his beautiful eyes.
“Ask.”
I frown. I’ve got to work on my poker face. I hate that he can read my mind, although I was staring at his hand, so it’s not that hard this morning.
“No, I’m fine.” I spin out of his grip.
“Antoinette, if you ask me, I’ll tell you the truth always, but remember, you might not like the answers.”
That vibrates straight to my heart and the earlier happiness of being free of all my secrets seems to fade. I’m left with the knowledge that he’s honest—but that’s crap.
Axel is always honest and loyal. He has it on his neck, so it has to be true. Yet somehow I think that’s reserved for his club. So, I can ask, but I need to be ready for his truths. Which is why I don’t. So, he doesn’t have to tell me a lie, or even worse, the truth.
“Open up your gifts.” He sounds aggravated.
“Okay,” I snap, then feel guilty as I sit on the bed and unwrap the large box. Inside are several wrapped presents. As I look up at him, my heart races.
But he’s on his phone, ignoring me, and it’s like I’ve gone back in time. Visions of my dad doing this very thing on too many birthdays haunt me.
Old wounds that stay hidden seem to bubble up this morning. Memories of waking up early and being scolded to train before I can have presents flit through my mind. And then the disappointment that I didn’t dance hard enough. I was too delicate and prone to back spasms, which meant I was weak. I was the reason they had to spend so much money for dresses and shoes and training…
“Antoinette?” he says, bringing my attention back to the room. Blinking, I try to focus on him.
“You okay? What’s going on with you?” He sets down the phone, his gaze seeming to dissect my brain. I want to scream, Good luck, but I need him. He keeps the ghosts away.
Reaching down like a robot, I unwrap the first box. It’s brand new Asics running shoes. All he wanted was to run with me, give me presents, and celebrate my birthday. I want to cry because he’s not mad that I lied to him, and he doesn’t feel sorry for me about my dad murdering my mom.
He accepts me and I’m acting crazy because he has some woman’s initials on his hand. But those initials make me feel insecure and that can lead to all sorts of bad things.
“Thank you,” I say at last.
He’s texting again and looks up, his sapphire eyes almost black. He’s angry.
Perfect.
Flustered, I lift out another present. He’s not talking, so I might as well continue. That way I can feel extra guilty.
Unwrapping it, my eyes fill with tears at the sight—it’s an ornate pink box of my French perfume.
“How?” I blink the tears away or at least try.
“I have my ways.” He leans down and brushes my lips. “Happy birthday, baby. Keep going.”
“Axel.” My voice catches as I grab another. This one is long and rectangular. I slowly unwrap it knowing what it is as soon as I see the shiny black box.
Three pairs of satin pointe ballet shoes spill into my lap. Black, pink, and white, they’re like precious gems. My fingers trace the silky satin. I haven’t had new pointe shoes since the tragedy.
“They’re magnificent.” I nod, sniffing. As I keep my head down, a single, fat teardrop saturates the delicate pink tissue paper.
“You know I don’t dance like this anymore. I’ve lost too many years to be a professional.” I toss my hair back and look up at the ceiling, clearing my eyes before I look at him.
“You want to open the rest later?”
Not able to trust myself to speak over the large lump in my throat, I nod. Ten minutes ago, he was laughing and slapping my ass for a run. Now the room feels uncomfortable because he doesn’t have a clue how to deal with me and my feelings.
“You want to tell me what’s going on with you? I know you think I’m a mind reader, but sometimes even I need you to speak.”
“Would it make a difference to you? Because I would, Axel. I would tell you everything.” I can’t believe I said that.
He frowns as if he’s back to trying to figure me out.
“No answer?” I cock my head so I can see his eyes. “Do you really want my truths?” I wait to see if he dares to speak.
“I’m not going to fight with you, darlin’.”
And that’s it.
“I’m not your darlin’, Axel. I’m not your baby or girl or anything. Why? Because you don’t have those. Everyone knows this. I have been warned multiple times to not upset you.”
I lift my fingers to count off all the things I haven’t said. He bought me incredible, thoughtful gifts and I haven’t even unwrapped half of them. I should stop, but fuck it—no one tells him the truth. Not even his beloved brothers. I see how they all tiptoe around him. It’s my birthday and I intend to do it.
“I’m supposed to guard my heart because God forbid I start having feelings for you.” I stick one finger up.
“I need to let you fuck me anytime, anywhere because you’re fucking beautiful and have a giant cock that every woman in the state of California…” I throw my hands up. “No, let’s not limit the mighty Axel to California. I’ll bet your cock is so legendary that women all over the world want to suck it and fuck it. So hey, I’m lucky I get that huge thing.” I use my hands to gesture that his cock is at least twenty inches.
“In my… pussy.” I hate saying that word, but whatever. “In my mouth and if I’m really good, in my ass.”
I take a breath. Holy shit. I’m totally unloading on him.
He rubs his jaw as if he doesn’t quite know how to deal with me, but I’m just getting started. He wanted me to tell him what’s going on? Fine, he’ll get it.
“I have club business. Are you working today?” His voice is dead, flat.
I let out a laugh. The surge of adrenaline requires it. “Yep. I definitely need to work, Axel. Because God only knows when you’re gonna tire of fucking me and toss me out.” I take a step closer and look him in the eyes as I stand on my toes.
“Careful, baby.” His voice is all gravel and sin.
“Why? Can’t defend yourself?” The room almost crackles with our energy and whatever else we have.
“You know what I think, princess?” he says, an edge to his voice. My feet are aching, but I’d rather fracture my foot than stand down at this point.
“I think you’re a spoiled brat. And now you’re acting like a fucking child rather than a woman.”
“Seriously? What are you, a goddamn shrink? If you’re so perfect,
why are you living in a clubhouse at thirty-three with a bunch of criminals if —” I scream as he picks me up and puts me across his knee. And I lose it. I struggle, curse, even try to bite him. It’s stupid. He’s a hundred times more powerful, so he lets me exhaust myself until I finally use my words.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I hiss.
“Darlin’. I dare everything.” He smirks. “Some kids don’t respond to spankings. It does nothing. In fact, they’ve found it does more damage. I was one of those kids, princess. No matter how many times my dad blistered my ass, I went back and did it again. See, I had to learn the hard way.”
The sting of the first slap stuns me.
“But you, my love… have never had to learn anything at all.”
He fucking slaps my ass again. I can’t believe how much it hurts and more than that, it’s somewhat humiliating.
Though I try struggling again, he swats harder. It truly does sting, so I stop. One after another, he spanks me. My ass throbs like it’s on fire.
“Stop it, Axel,” I gasp as he spanks again.
“I said stop, you dick. I get it.”
“Really? Tell me? What do you get, Antoinette?”
What do I get? Nothing except that I’m kind of emotional and I want him to make everything go away.
His rough hands are suddenly rubbing the sting on my ass cheeks.
“You know, baby, this isn’t exactly my kink. But fuck, my cock seems to like seeing your ass this red.”
“Axel.” I sniff. The breakdown is coming; I can feel it. I try to lift up. The room is electrified with tension as he flips me over and gets on his knees. My ass feels like I have another sunburn and I let the tears run free.
“That’s it, baby. Cry. I’ve got you.”
He opens my legs and slowly, almost as if he’s savoring me, he licks and sucks my clit. I arch into his mouth.
He lifts his head and my breath stutters at the fierceness I see in him.
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out except a moan. Leaning forward, he ruins me, destroys me with his mouth.
“Why? Why can’t I not need you?” I whimper, already pulsing. His tongue is like magic and I start to climb.
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