“Khalid!” she cried out at the sudden reversal in their positions.
He grabbed her dress where is was separated in the slit and tore it completely up her body until she was left bared to his gaze. She gasped, her breasts heaving at his savage shredding of her dress. He pulled her legs over his shoulders, leaving her helpless to him. He yanked her panties to the side and with no further warning plunged into her silky heat.
Her body stretched to welcome him, accommodating his size with only a little difficulty. She strained underneath him, trying to take him comfortably. Still pissed off, and wholly aroused by her gorgeous body and succulent mouth, he seemed incapable of taking her gently. He thrust in and out of her with long, brutal strokes.
He reached up to her face and pushed his thumb hard against her lips. “Suck,” he demanded hoarsely.
She parted her juicy red lips and sucked his thumb hard and deep into the recesses of her mouth. He pulled his thumb out of her mouth and brought it down in between their bodies.
Her eyes widened when she realized what he was doing. “No, Khalid! Please…its too much!” she gasped.
“You’ll take whatever I give you!” he snarled against her upraised leg and then dragged his thumb in slashing strokes across her sensitive clit while his cock continued to savage her body.
She shrieked and sunk her fingers into his shoulders. But her body raised up the meet his thrusts and strokes as though trusting him to lead her to the promised orgasm. His other hand caught the back of her neck and dragged her up to his mouth for a long, hot kiss, as savage as the thrusts of his body into hers.
He pressed his forehead against her temple. She smelled sweat, sex and the spicy aroma of his aftershave as he held her tightly.
“Sign the papers,” he groaned against her ear. “Please, Shania.”
Her eyes flew open and she tried to struggle, but he held her fast, continuing his assault on her body. She knew she would give him whatever he wanted. Because he pleaded for it, and because she was fast learning that it was useless to deny this man anything.
“Yes,” she sighed, her voice ragged, “I’ll sign.”
His gaze was scorching and possessive, his strokes becoming shorter and harder. She moaned against him, chasing the orgasm he seemed so intent to force on her. Finally, with a cry, she tossed her head back, long black curls thrown across the leather of the seat that cushioned them and screamed her orgasm.
With a grunt and one final thrust that seated him deeply within her wet heat, he flooded her with hot semen. Her eyes flew open and she gasped in surprise. It hadn’t occurred to her last night, nor this morning, but they were making love without protection.
Her body grew rigid beneath him, which confused him. She had gone from mindless pleasure to fear within seconds. He pressed back up and looked down at her, concerned. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head and pulled herself up into a sitting position attempting to cover her nakedness with the shredded sides of her dress. She stared up at him in apprehension. He hated the look she was giving him.
Finally she spoke. “We haven’t used protection.”
His mind went blank for a second. “You aren’t on the pill?” he asked almost absently.
She shook her head. Dark curls swirled over her silken shoulders, capturing his attention. God, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
“I haven’t taken any since leaving Aiden. I just forgot and then I skipped too many for it to make a difference anyway. I wasn’t expecting to get involved in another sexual relationship right away.” She sounded scared, but he didn’t care. The image of her heavily pregnant with his child flooded his mind.
“Good,” he said, adjusting his pants, tucking himself back in and zipping up.
She frowned at him. “What do you mean ‘good’?”
He shrugged and rubbed a hand over his short hair. “I mean ‘good’, Shania. I hope you are pregnant. It’ll give you less reason to want the damn freedom you’re so obsessed with.”
She gasped and then slapped at him. “You bastard! What type of a person decides to use an innocent child to tie a woman to him?”
“Watch it,” he snapped back, grabbing hold of her wrist in case she decided to go after him again. “This type of person won’t hesitate to spank you and then introduce you to anal play right here and now if you don’t settle down.”
“Ohhh!” She huffed and thumped the heel of her other hand against his chest. “You are so beyond fucked up!”
Khalid bit back a grin at hearing the harsh swear fall from her sweet lips. He captured her other hand and brought both to his mouth to drop a kiss into each palm.
“I think you would look stunning pregnant, and I’m not against having a child with you,” he said, sitting back and pulling her up with him. “I happen to agree that it’s a little early in our relationship, so if it pleases you, we will ensure protection from now on.”
Shania stared at him in consternation. Was he being reasonable? The man, so far as she knew him, was almost never reasonable when it came to her.
He laughed at the expression on her face. “Don’t look so surprised. I may he a little heavy-handed with you sometimes, but I’m not a complete monster.”
“A little heavy-handed?” she said with an arched brow.
Khalid ignored her quip. He picked up her long coat from the other side of the seat and held it out to her. She frowned at him and took it, then spent a few minutes attempting to mitigate some of the damage he had done to her outfit. He particularly enjoyed the view of her stuffing very full breasts back into the demi-cup bra and then buttoning up her coat over them.
The thought of her torn dress and her exposed underwear under the prim coat made him want to tear it open and ravish her all over again. He was amazed that his body was giving him the go ahead despite having ejaculated only moments before. She was capable of making him harder than he’d ever been before.
Once he escorted Shania back up to the penthouse, she held out her hand. “Give me the papers,” she said quietly.
Without a word he handed them over.
She put them down on the table and swiftly signed each page where little sticky arrows indicated. His heart leapt at her lack of hesitation. He’d truly feared that lingering feelings for her husband were the reason behind her previous refusal. She straightened and walking over to him, she handed them over.
He took them. He wanted to reach out and haul her into his arms, but he sensed this wasn’t the time. Despite her lack of hesitation, she still looked sad. Gently, he brushed the back of his hand against her jaw.
“You didn’t fail, Shania,” he said quietly.
She nodded absently and turned away from him. “I’m going to shower.”
“I need to check on the casino and make a few calls down in my office,” he said, striding to the elevator and pushing the button. “I’ll probably be a few hours.”
“Alright,” she said softly.
Before she could leave the room, he called her name. She stopped and looked over her shoulder at him, golden eyes wide. He flashed her a smouldering look. “Make sure it’s my shower you use and my bed you sleep in tonight.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Khalid watched Shania, obsessed with the way her body moved smoothly through the warm water of the pool. She hadn’t noticed him when he came searching for her and stopped in surprise and awe upon discovering the woman that owned his every thought swimming naked in his pool.
At first he had been angry and nearly demanded she get out and explain to him why she would swim nude when Ash could potentially walk in and see her. Then he remembered that she had been there for his conversation with Ash when he’d asked the other man to cover a high stakes table for the evening while he attended to business. He was relieved that she wasn’t being careless, but also a bit disappointed. She knew he was unlikely to be home, so wasn’t putting on a show for him either. No, she was simply enjoying the naughty, luxurious
feel of the water caressing her lovely skin.
Khalid hungrily traced each wet line of her body under the moonlight as she moved. His cock leapt to life and demanded he interrupt her swim with another, more satisfying activity.
He didn’t move though. Instead, he stood watching and thinking over the past week since the evening she had signed the divorce papers. He had thought they could move on together, become a couple maybe. As much as he was capable of that anyway. Instead, he’d watched as she drifted away from him. Becoming remote and depressed. Except when they went to bed together.
When they had sex, she was willing and enthusiastic. But, except for those few moments, she was silent around him. She spoke when he talked to her, but that was all she would give him. The essential beauty of her passion for life had disappeared so far as he was concerned.
He hated it.
He pretended it was about the divorce and that giving her time to accept it was the solution. He knew better. She wanted freedom, and her joy in life was dimmed without it.
He sensed the moment she caught sight of him. She became still in the dark, treading water in the middle of the pool and watching him intently with dark, mysterious eyes. She probably wondered why he wasn’t stripping his clothes off and diving in with her.
Khalid held her gaze for several seconds, his heart pounding against his chest. He wanted to rub the ache away, but knew he couldn’t.
“Okay, Shania,” he said quietly, “you can go back to work.”
Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. It took her a few seconds to comprehend what he’d said but the moment she did, a happy grin widened her lips. She swam toward him and reached for the side of the pool. In one smooth movement, Khalid reached down, grasped her under her arms and lifted her dripping from the pool.
She stumbled against him, soaking his jeans and buttoned dress shirt. Neither cared.
“Thank you!” she said breathlessly, flinging her arms around him. “Thank you so much Khalid!”
Her lush, wet body felt like heaven against his harder one. Unable to resist her, he picked her up by the waist and wrapped her long legs around his hips. She clung to him, twining her arms around his neck and dropping her head into the curve of his neck and licking his skin.
“Fuck!” he growled holding her tightly.
In three long strides, he was at the expensive deck couch – more of a bed with its plush cushions and sturdy wicker base. He dropped her onto it, her wet, dark hair and skin contrasting with the light material. She tried to reach for him, but he captured her hands and flipped her over onto her stomach.
“Khalid!” she gasped, helpless against the demanding hands that swept every inch of her body. She squirmed and clutched at the cushion, hanging on tight for whatever sinful pleasure he had in store for her.
Khalid dropped to his knees and, hooking his arms around her legs, dragged her backwards to the edge of the couch. He pushed her knees wide apart and wedged himself in between her gorgeous rounded thighs. She shrieked at the first scalding touch of his tongue against her pussy.
He held her down with a heavy hand against the small of her back and ate her out with long, ferocious strokes of his tongue. He wasn’t gentle or patient. Unbearable pressure built up as he attacked her clit. Her first orgasm hit her fast and hard. She clawed at the cushions, trying to escape his relentless assault, but he held her fast and quickly forced her into two more screaming orgasms, one right after the other.
Finally, he slowed his licks as she drifted back to earth. Her boneless limbs spread in front of him like a pagan offering. He had her exactly where he wanted her. Sated, unable to resist him and his invasion of every part of her body. He gradually extended the licks of his tongue from her pussy to the tiny, puckered hole above.
Shania stiffened. “Khalid…” she gasped, trying to twist around. Still weak from her series of intense orgasms, she was no match for him. He held her tightly where he wanted her and boldly licked her most intimate, sensitive place.
“Ohhh….!” she moaned loudly at the sensation. He stabbed his tongue inside and pushed two long fingers into her wet pussy.
“That’s right baby,” he soothed when he felt her start to relax. He replaced his tongue with dripping fingers and massaged her anus while she gasped and moaned under him. “You can take it.”
He nipped the tight, round globe of her ass and pressed a finger inside her tight hole. She stiffened, but didn’t deny him access. He swept her body with long strokes of one big hand while he pressed both fingers into her anal passage. She mewled and clawed at the cushions and pressed back against his fingers, taking them deeper into her body.
“Fuck, princess!” he snarled against her ass cheek. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her body, loosening her up for further invasion. He nipped his way from her ass down to her pussy and stroked it with a long leisurely pace as she gradually got used to his ministrations. When she was writhing under him, begging for the explosive orgasm hovering on her horizon, he decided she was ready for him.
Removing his fingers from her body he stood to take off his clothes. Naked, his dick stood out proudly from his body, begging for him to take the woman sprawled in erotic supplication below him. Placing a knee against the couch next to her hip, Khalid spread her ass cheeks and pressed his penis against her asshole. He gripped himself and dragged his cock down to her dripping slit.
Sliding himself through her cream, he gathered it onto himself and then slid back up to her ass while she panted and moaned.
“Please, Khalid. Please, I need you now!” she cried out, wiggling her hips against him.
He realigned himself and began slowly pressing forward. “This is going to sting, baby,” he grunted above her as her ass began to stretch around him. She shrieked and pressed her hips down to relieve the pressure. “You can take me princess, just relax.”
She stretched and took more of him. He knew she was uncomfortable, her ass burning against the intrusion. Holding her hips steady he continued to press relentlessly forward, loving the way her brown ass looked taking his lighter-coloured cock inch by inch. With a growl, he pushed forward until he was all the way in. She screamed out, pain and pleasure blurring in her overwhelmed body.
“Fuck, Shania!” he snarled, looking down at her.
Primal satisfaction surged through him at the knowledge that he’d now taken all of her. She belonged to him in every way. Her body convulsed around him, squeezing his cock in her unbearably tight body.
He began to move, sliding out of her and then back in. She gasped and squirmed against the intrusion, but she had no choice but to take him as he pumped into her over and over. Khalid tried to keep his rhythm slow and easy, but the tight feel of her was too much. His hips moved faster, rougher, of their own volition.
He reached under her and plunged three fingers into her empty pussy, curving them inside her. She shrieked and sobbed at the fullness of her passages, but writhed in ecstasy. The tension in her body told him she was close to her orgasm.
“Come for me, baby!” he snarled.
She obeyed him, throwing her head back in a scream as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her. It was too much for him. With three more strokes he flooded her ass with semen, growling her name as he came deep within her.
Shania quieted underneath him with small whimpers of overwhelmed pleasure. Khalid pulled out of her, trailing white semen across her round ass cheek. Again, a surge of primal possession took him. He reached down and gathered her in his arms. He lifted her and then resettled them both on the couch so her naked body was lying across his.
He kissed her temple and whispered, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She paused, as though taking stock of her body, and finally shook her head, tucking it under his chin and refusing to meet his eyes. He realized she was feeling shy about what they did and needed reassurance.
“You were amazing, princess. Your body
was built for me, for this.” He reached down and gently stroked her ass. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”
He felt her smile against his skin, her body gradually relaxing against him in boneless submission. Her breaths grew even. He loved that about her. She was never interested in pillow talk. She fucked and then immediately fell asleep, sated, trusting him to keep her safe.
Heart racing, Khalid pulled her tighter against his side and whispered, “I love you my beautiful princess.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Shania grinned at the sight of big, tough Ash ladling soup into a bowl for an elderly woman and then leading her to a table. He pulled the chair out for her and made sure she was comfortable before stalking back to his station on the lunch line.
His presence as a “volunteer” had at first raised a few brows among the staff at the shelter, but they quickly accepted that having Shania back meant accepting the hulking presence of her constant shadow. What was surprising was how easily and without complaint the big man had thrown himself into the work. He’d quickly proved himself very useful and willing to help.
Approaching him, Shania said quietly, “Thank you for taking good care of Evelyn. She finds it hard to get down here with her reduced mobility. It’s nice for her to be able to take a warm meal once in a while and chat with some of the residents. I don’t think she gets the proper nutrition on her own at home.”
Ash grunted in acknowledgment and asked, “Why can’t she get down here very often?”
“She can’t drive anymore, public transit is too hard on her and the seniors bus is too costly for her to use with any amount of frequency. She’s pretty much house bound and she can’t see well enough to be able to cook for herself with any amount of confidence.” Shania watched the elderly woman having an animated conversation with a couple of people that sat at her table.
Ash looked disturbed. “That’s not right.”
Shania looked at him questioningly and then placed a hand on his arm. “Sometimes the world isn’t a just place. At least now you can see why my work was so important to me. I just wish Khalid could too.”
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