A Little Less Conversation

by Rhyannon Byrd

  “I’m ready,” she gasped, nearly sobbing from the rich flood of satisfaction the next powerful stroke of his cock slammed through her system—the vicious pleasure only heightened by his finger fucking deliciously into her backside, each thrust suddenly taking it just that little bit deeper, until the biting sensation all but had her keening in sexual discovery. “Now…give it your best shot, Mark.” He growled again at her daring teasing, forcing his heavy cock balls-deep at the same time he forced his long finger completely into the fist-tight depths of her ass, and a sharp, breathless cry jerked out of her as the ecstasy crashed down on her, violent and earth-shattering, creating something within her that was brilliant and new. He held himself pressed deep, giving her the hard column of his cock to crash against, while his buried finger stroked knowingly against the tender, intensely sensitive tissues within that erotically forbidden hole.

  “That’s it, baby. Come for me, Mel. Let me feel how much you love my cock crammed so deep into this hot, perfect little cunt—how much you’re enjoying my finger fucking you here. Christ, it’s so fucking good. So tight and hungry and sweet, angel. I’m gonna kill myself fucking you, sweetheart.”

  “Mark,” she cried out, and the next words that left her mouth took that last thread of his restraint and snapped it so violently that the aftershocks shuddered through him, making his legs shake, his damn knees nearly give, it was so powerful. “Mark…oh god, I want it now. I want…I don’t know…I just want you to take me. Do it…whatever you want, damn it…just take me and do it!”

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  know what you’re saying, angel? Because it won’t be pretty and sweet. I want you too fucking badly for that.”

  “I trust you, Mark. You won’t hurt me…and yes, I want it. I want everything that you want. Don’t ever hold back with me. I love you, and that means all of you. Trust me,” she pleaded with a shy, sexy smile, leaning forward to sink her teeth into the tender flesh of his lower lip—and he broke.

  Shattered.

  One second he stood pressing her against the wall, and then, without conscious direction from his brain, he found himself with her on the soft, white linens of her bed, her face and upper body pressed into the rumpled bedding. Her head was turned to the side so that she could see him, lush ass in the air, knees spread wide by his hard thighs…and her slender, delicate wrists trapped in the dominating grip of one big fist as he held her arms pinned forcefully against her lower back. Through narrowed eyes, he watched his throbbing, cum-slick dick slide through the swollen, thoroughly fucked lips of her cunt, coating himself in that rich, decadent cream she’d poured over him until he was glistening with it. He took precious seconds to appreciate the ruthlessly carnal view—her cunt so swollen and pink, dripping with her juices, rosy ass cheeks trembling from excitement, and then he pulled back and firmly gripped his other hand around the broad root of his cock. His big fingers bit down, making the full, blood-filled veins bulge, and with an animal snarl of possession, he pressed the fat, bulbous head against the tiny, innocent hole that he’d only moments before penetrated with his finger.

  “Mark, yes…” she cried out at that first blistering contact, and she shivered beneath him, all hot, hungry woman, and his heart nearly burst from the rich swell of love rushing through him, filling him up, all his fears lost as he realized the acceptance she was giving him, offering so unconditionally. The eagerness and want for all his darker pleasures—his breathtaking little equal, in everything. No woman had ever come close to matching him so perfectly.

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  “Oh Mel, you look so damn hot like this, angel. This is going to be so fucking good,” and he pressed forward, forcing the very tip of him against that incredible tightness, until she began blooming open for him, swallowing the head, all that puckered, tender flesh opening wider and wider. The strong, biting muscle bit down on him so perfectly, as the head slipped in, that he had to grind his teeth to keep from shoving in his entire length and hurting her past that sharp point of pleasure that he knew she was feeling. No, they’d have to work up to that, and he knew his wicked little innocent was going to love every second of it.

  And god, he loved how it looked, this primitive taking of her. Her arms pinned against her back, trapped, the rosy cheeks of her ass spread apart, and that sweet little hole spread too, forced open as his dick crammed its way in, stretching her until he knew the biting, burning pleasure was being seasoned with sparks of pain that would only heighten the feelings instead of hurting her. Damn, but did he love the pure, raw eroticism of the visual they made, his heavy cock digging deeper and deeper into the tight, so incredibly fucking tight, little opening, her body sucking him up inside, squeezing down on him hard, while below her gorgeous cunt just kept creaming, spilling that delicious, syrupy sweetness that he could still taste on his tongue. Still feel in his throat—that he’d hunger to eat for the rest of his life…and would.

  “Aw, Mel, you look so sexy, honey. So delicate and sweet. I wish you could see this.

  It’s so gorgeous—my cock pumping into your tight, pretty hole. I can’t believe you’re taking it.” He curved over her, whispering darkly in her ear. “But you like it, don’t you, Mel? You like being fucked in this hot little ass. Love having my cock here, reaming into you, so hot and hard that you can barely breathe from how good it feels, don’t you, sweetheart?”

  “God, yes,” she panted, her face cherry red and damp with raw passion.

  Mark lifted the hand around his dick and brushed the heavy fall of her hair to the side, then pressed his open mouth against her neck, trailing wetly up to the sensitive place behind her ear. “I think deep down inside, I knew you would. Knew this beautiful 114

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  body would belong to me just as thoroughly as your heart, if I could ever get lucky enough to convince you to take a chance on me. Knew you’d let me do anything I wanted to it, and that you’d love it. I’m so damn lucky to have found you, Melanie. I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve you, but I’m smart enough and ruthless enough to do everything it will ever take to keep you. You’re always mine. Always,” he grunted, powering his cock into her with a suddenly powerful shove of his hips, sending more thick inches into her as her pretty hole completely swallowed the top portion of his heavy shaft, stretching that tight, tender opening wider, her whole body going crimson from the hard, grinding feel of having her virgin ass fucked for the first time.

  “Yes, yes…always,” she sobbed softly, her voice wrecked from the grunts of pleasure curling out of her—pleasure he could so easily feel riding the surface of her skin, rushing through her as she shimmied beneath him.

  “Is this how you thought it would be?” he asked in a low, silken voice, his breath panting from his lungs as he hammered into her with short, jabbing thrusts that were working him in deeper and deeper, until she’d taken over half his long length, the scent of her cunt filling the air around them with hot, earthy perfume as she creamed her pretty pink pussy and the smooth inner surfaces of her thighs. It drugged him, made him out of his mind to take her with everything that he was, claim every piece of her for his own. “Did you ever think about having me here, Mel? What it’d feel like to have your tender little backside ridden and claimed by the man who owns it?”

  “Yes. I…I dreamed about this,” she cried out hoarsely, “but it feels so much better than anything I ever imagined. It feels wicked and sinful, but so possessive and intimate that I love it. I love knowing that you’re the only man who’s ever had me this way. The only man who ever will.”

  “Fuck, Melanie,” he groaned, gritting the words through his clenched teeth as he began to pick up his tempo, her body jolting beneath him, slender hands still trapped helplessly against her back, so that he controlled everythin
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  words. His heavy balls drew up so tight, he knew he didn’t have but seconds left before he exploded. “I want you to come, Mel. I want your sweet pussy to gush without even having to touch it. Want it to flood and ripple from nothing but the feel of my cock fucking you here,” he grunted, shoving in another thick inch, making her cry out a harsh, choking sound of pleasure.

  “I want to,” she sobbed, “Oh god, Mark, I want to come so badly. Please.”

  “You will, angel.” He was getting rougher, more controlling, his darker cravings for dominant sex coming through, he knew, but she wasn’t running on him or fighting it.

  No, she was gripping him with her inner muscles, begging with the low, throaty purrs tumbling past those bee-stung lips, her beautiful body blossoming into a carnal thing of want, desperate for everything he could give her. His perfect equal in all of it, everything, and it hurt so goddamn good, that burning, blinding ecstasy at having her and being accepted—all of him—that it nearly turned him inside out.

  “Tomorrow we’re going shopping, sweetheart, and I’m going to buy you a whole new play set,” he growled, his heart as eager as his cock for all the years they had ahead of them to share and enjoy together—an entire lifetime. “A sweet, pretty plug for this tight ass that you’ll wear for me, and before you know it, you’re going to be taking all of me, Melanie. Every hard, aching inch of me will be drilling into you here. I’ll fuck that beautiful cunt that I love so much, that I won’t ever get enough of, and after you’ve come so many times you’re boneless, I’m going to lift you up, fill that throbbing little pussy with a nice, fat dildo, and then I’m going to stuff you full, honey. I’m going to fuck your ass and make you pump your pussy with a big, hard cock. I’m going to take you so that I can watch it all. Hold you spread over my thighs, and watch you screw yourself with your favorite new toy while I pound this sweet, tight ass full of me. And when I jerk into you, when I fill you full of cum, you’re going to shove your toy deep, pinch your pretty little pounding clit, and you’re going to come so hard that it blasts through you, Mel, hot and hard and vicious in how good it feels. So wicked and powerful that you’ll pass out, angel, and when you wake up, I’ll be right there, licking 116

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  up all those slippery juices with my mouth and my tongue. I’ll kiss your tender, ravaged body all better, drink down your warm, honeyed cum until you feel so soft and sweet that you melt in my arms.”

  “Oh god…Mark…it’s happening,” she cried out, and he could feel it. Could feel the tightening of her pussy through the thin membrane separating that sweet place from the gripping, tender channel that he was breaking open. That he was hammering with his cock now, until they were wet with sweat and burning with the fires of hard, raunchy fucking that seared them both.

  “That’s it, baby,” he ground out through clenched teeth, watching her shatter as he used his free hand to reach beneath her and pinch one swollen nipple between his rough thumb and forefinger, pumping it in perfect rhythm with his cock. “Oh angel, you feel so good, I can’t hold it.”

  She cried out, shouting and screaming and sounding like a woman who was experiencing the most intense, convulsive climax of her life, and it pulled him in, pulled the dark, deepening wave of pleasure out of him, until he jerked into her hard, the cum rolling up through his dick like an eruption. It pumped out of the fat, buried head of his cock in a vicious, pulsing, powerful wave that made him growl and grind into her, another inch shoving through that tight ring of muscle, and they shook together, trembling and slick as their bodies shuddered against the other, their cries raw and primal in the soft, heavy sweetness of the sex-scented air.

  When the last ripple and pulse finally faded, Mark released her wrists, wrapped his shaking arms around her shivering body, and put up a valiant struggle to find his breath. “Oh god, Melanie, honey, that was incredible. I think you short-circuited my brain.”

  “I can’t believe it was even better than my fantasies,” she murmured softly, and he felt sublimely heavy with happiness as he laughed a deep, rich sound of male delight against her temple. A moment later, they fell onto the tangled sheets of her bed, his harsh breath in her ear, heavy body pressing her into the mattress, and as she sent him a 117

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  wicked look over her smooth shoulder, they shared smiles of pure, unadulterated satisfaction…and sweet, everlasting love.

  Later, after a sensual shower of eager, curious hands and pleasurable discovery that led to another frantic encounter that took them from the bathroom to the bedroom floor, and finally the bed again, they lay tangled in her sheets, their skin slick and warm, chests moving with slow, deep breaths as they struggled to find enough air.

  “Your brother came by earlier,” she murmured around a yawn.

  His head jerked up from the pillow. “What?”

  Melanie laughed out loud. “You know, you say that a lot. Why is that?”

  “Because you’re always shocking the hell out of me,” he said with a quick kiss and a slow smile, before rolling to her side and asking, “What in the hell did Cain want?” His smoky green gaze narrowed. “He didn’t ask you out, did he?” She swatted at his chest. “No, you goof. You’re his brother! Of course he didn’t ask me out.”

  Mark snorted. “Mel, I could be the King of England and it still wouldn’t stop Cain from going after my woman if he wanted her.”

  “He’s stolen your girlfriends before?” she asked with stunned surprised.

  “No,” he snickered, “but then you’re a hell of a lot more than my girlfriend. And…I know he thinks you’re hot as hell.”

  “Really?” she smiled, knowing she was blushing at the thought.

  “Yeah, and don’t look so happy about it,” he grumbled. “I’m going to be beating him off with a stick for years to come, until we find him his own woman.”

  “Well, to answer your question, he came to convince me to believe in you.” He snorted another arrogant sound of disbelief. “You’re shitting me.”

  “Uh, no,” she laughed, wrinkling her nose at his less than savory choice of exclamations, “I’m not.”

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  His look clearly said he wasn’t buying it.

  “Honestly, Mark. He came by and tried to talk me into giving you another chance.

  He wanted me to find you and be honest about what I wanted from you, since he…he seemed to think you really wanted me.”

  He studied her out of piercing eyes. “And that’s why you’re here, Melanie?”

  “Where?” she asked, sitting up, clutching for a corner of the sheet to hold against her breasts.

  In one swift move, Mark had her tumbled to the bed, trapped beneath him. “In my arms, under my body, drenched with my cum.” His voice came smooth and deep, like rich, thick honey.

  “Of course not!” she said indignantly. “I’m here because I love you, you dolt. But it was terribly sweet of him to come over. He was so tense and anxious with brotherly concern.”

  “Now I know you’re shitting me,” he laughed, making that damn snorting sound again.

  “You know,” she murmured, “we have got to find you another expression, Mark.

  But no, I’m not shitting you, as you so eloquently put it. He really was worried for you.”

  “Well color me surprised and slap me stupid,” he drawled. “I never would have believed it.”

  “Well, it’s true. And don’t you dare go throwing his concern back in his face.” He tried to disguise the wicked gleam of anticipation that had brightened his gaze with a look of utter innocence. “Would I do that?” Melanie wasn’t buying it. “What’s your middle name?”

  “Joseph.”

  “Then Mark Joseph Logan,” she muttered, “you bet your fine ass you would, and I won’t have it.”

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  “Yeah?” he asked
huskily, arching his brows. “This sounds interesting. Just what are going to do about it?”

  His devilish humor was contagious. A slow smile spread across her face, so wide she could feel her dimples cutting grooves into her cheeks. “Hmm…I bet I can make it worthwhile.”

  His eyes narrowed, intent green gaze full of smoldering anticipation. “I’m listening.”

  She wet her lips, her cheeks burning with color. “It…uh, will probably involve lots of licking and sucking. And… swallowing.”

  “Yeah?” he rasped, twin dark spots of color burning strong on his cheekbones, his eyes heavy, lips parted and full. “I think you ought to start right now.”

  “I couldn’t agree more,” she laughed. Then her laughter faded, and she said, “I want to keep you satisfied, Mark. That night, I hated watching you walk away, knowing you’d be leaving me to go find some hot floozy who could satisfy your hunger. It ate away at me all week, wondering what you were doing. Wondering who you were doing it with.”

  “Won’t ever happen, angel. This, my hunger,” he grinned, all wicked mischief and carnal intent as he rubbed his granite-hard erection into the giving softness of her belly,

  “is all yours. I’ve got a one-item menu for the rest of my life, but there’s a thousand different ways we can serve it up.”

  “Mark,” she laughed, her eyes watering at his playfulness.

  “I know, it’s corny as hell,” he smiled, “but you make me… happy.” The word rolled off his tongue like the sweetest of promises, and she recognized the gift that he’d offered her—another tender insight into his soul that was all hers. “Happier than I ever imagined I could be, Melanie,” he said huskily. “That’s my only excuse. I can’t help it.” All the significant things she wanted to say in return crowded into her tight throat—so Melanie settled for pulling his mouth down to hers, responding with a slow, love-filled kiss that said it all.