Blush For Me

by M. K. Moore

  “It doesn’t matter, Kiera. You are mine. One way or another you were always going to be mine. I get what I want when I want it. You should get used to that.”

  “What if I don’t want that? What if I am content with a one and done? What if I walk out of here right now and never look back-” I slam my lips down on hers before she can say another word. I don’t like what she’s saying.

  “It wouldn’t matter. Nothing matters anymore but you and me. If you think I’d ever let you leave me, you would be mistaken,” I tell her after breaking the kiss.

  “Good,” she breathes, frantically trying to open my belt.

  “You are just as fucking crazy as I am,” I groan in amazement as she gets it open and pulls my cock out of my boxers. She drags both my pants and boxers down the floor as she drops to her knees in front of me. She looks up at me with innocent eyes.

  “Oh, I'm certifiable, but what a fucking ride it’ll be,” she says grinning, but then she’s wrapping her swollen lips around the thick head of my cock and any reply I might have had for her goes out the fucking window. Her mouth is amazing as she somehow sucks my dick just the way I like it. I shove my fingers in her long dark hair and hang on tight as she works her magic on me. Just as I am about to come, I pull her off of me.

  “It all goes in your pussy until I get you good and pregnant,” I say as I open her jeans and pull them down her legs. Running my fingers along the edge of her black panties, I need to see her bare pussy again. Need to taste her. Need to own her.

  “Pregnant?” she gasps as I lift her in the air and toss her on my bed. She lands on her back with her legs spread wide. Her pink pussy staring at me, waiting for me to attack it again.

  “Is there a problem with that?”

  “No, God no. It’s like you’re inside my head. Are you an angel sent to Earth to give me whatever I desire?” she asks.

  “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” She smiles and reaches out for me. I join her on the bed, but instead of just shoving my dick home, I lower my face and bury it in her greedy pussy. First, I lick her lips and her clit, before using two fingers inside her. Her little box reacts to my touch almost instantly. She gushes her girl come and I lap it up. Moving up her body, I kiss her so that she can taste herself. It’s depraved, but I don’t give a fuck.

  Raising above, I grip my cock and run it through her creamy folds before sliding into her slowly until I am balls deep within her. Then just as abruptly, I pull out of her again.

  “Oh, God,” she moans. “So deep. Move Morris. Give it to me please,” she begs.

  “I am going to give it to you, Kiera. Don’t fucking worry,” I say pulling her legs up to rest on my hips then I place my hand lightly around her throat. “Now give me what I want,” I tell her.

  “What do you want, Morris. I’ll give you everything, I swear,” she promises.

  “Blush for me.”

  Chapter 4

  Kiera

  Blush for him? That’s easy. Everything he does to me drives me crazy. This is how this was meant to be. This is why I saved myself for the one man who’d literally take me and make me his.

  “Good girl,” he says, praising me. I never needed praise before so why the hell do those words make my pussy even wetter? Blushing even harder, I feel like my entire face is on fire. Grinning at him, I reach between us and wrap my hand around his massive cock. It’s so damn big, I am surprised that I am still in one piece. I pump my hand up and down his shaft until he comes a little on my stomach. Using my free hand, I rub it into my skin. I don’t want any part of myself not marked by him. He growls when he looks down and sees what I am doing. “You are mine, Kiera. Nothing and no one will ever separate us.” I look up at his face. For some reason, I start to cry. “Don’t cry, kitten. Accept your fate,” he says, gingerly wiping tears off of my cheeks.

  “Oh, Morris. I do accept my fate. These are happy tears. The happiest fucking tears I’ve ever shed.” He grins at me then and slams his cock inside of me, causing me to scream in sheer delight. Our hands are clasped together as he moves above me, making me his in all ways.

  “Baby, you’ve got tightest fucking cunt in the world,” he groans, and I don’t like that one fucking bit. I push him off of me easily since he wasn’t expecting it. Getting out of his bed, I look for my clothes. “What’s wrong with you? Where the fuck do you think you are going?” he demands.

  “I am leaving. I won’t have you thinking about other bitches while you are buried inside of me. Do you know how that makes me feel?” I shout, standing with my hands on my hips. I am pissed and hurt. That isn’t a great combination when you are with the man you irrationally love. I am not surprised by the fact that I love him. Whatever this is between us feels destined. Manifested way back when God created the universe.

  “What other women? That’s not what I was saying at all. There’s no fucking comparison to be made. Any that came before you were nothing to me and there were only two. I haven’t been with a woman in probably twenty years, Kiera. You are the only thought in my head. For the last week, I’ve done but think of you and how I was going to keep you. I fucking swear it,” he yells getting up from the bed and walking over to me.

  Before I know it, his lips are on mine and my arms around his neck. He lifts me in his arms and carries me to his lowboy dresser. With my ass on the edge, he slams his cock into me again, without preamble. Over and over, he uses me for our pleasure. Every thrust hits a place inside of me that I didn't know about. The dresser shakes, bottles and things on the dresser hit the hardwood floor, but he doesn’t stop fucking me. It’s so powerful, so visceral that I don’t ever want it to stop.

  “Morris, please baby,” I beg him, for what I don’t know but he seems to know what I am asking for.

  “There is no one else who could make me lose control like this,” he says as he wraps his left hand up into my hair. Pulling my head back, he exposes the column of my neck which he bites, and marks for his own. Mewling, my pussy clenches around him and my nails rake down his back, staking a claim of my own. “That’s right, kitten. Claw me up, mark me.” My legs wrap around his waist in an attempt to get him even closer to me. My eyes roll into the back of my head, the pleasure he’s giving me much too much. “Look at me, Kiera. Let me see those whiskey colored eyes as I make you come.” Looking at him, the expression that I find etched on his handsome face is so intense, so powerful, and so profound that it scares me for a minute. However, I like that I bring this out in him. My buttoned-up lawyer is losing control because of me and it makes me feel like a goddess.

  “Baby, please. Stop teasing me. Fill my pussy. I want that baby you promised me.”

  “Your wish is my command, kitten,” he says, letting go of my hair. Violently, my head flings back into the wall. Drywall falls all around us, but we don’t stop. I think a tornado could take us out and we wouldn't stop.

  “Morris,” I scream as I come so hard I almost black out. I feel a torrent of his come inside of me and I smile. We are one step closer to the baby he promised me.

  “Fuck, Keira,” he says with his face buried in my chest. “That was…”

  “Amazing, magical, crazy as fuck?” I offer.

  “Yeah, that about sums it up.” He straightens up and pulls his cock out of me. I whimper at the loss. “Shit, are you okay?” he asks.

  “Yeah, why?” I ask.

  “Your head, kind of broke the wall.”

  “Oops. I’m fine though,” I say honestly as he helps me off of the dresser. I begin to pick up the things that fell on the floor. Once that’s done, he takes me by the hand into the bathroom.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, turning the shower on.

  Getting in the shower with him does nothing but make me want him more. His muscled back is in view for the first time and I can see how badly I scratched him.

  “I marked you up good,” I tell him stepping under the stream of hot water. Looking around the shower, I find all of my favorite products in here.


  “Um, how did you know what I use?” I ask.

  “I went into your house after you went to work on Tuesday. Your parents had been gone for hours.”

  “How did you know which was my room?”

  “Your perfume lingered,” he says shrugging.

  “I see. Were you in my room again after that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me.”

  “Wednesday night as well as last night.”

  “What were you doing?”

  “I watched you sleep.”

  “I dreamt of you,” I tell him.

  “Did you now? What kind of dreams?”

  “No. Those are for me,” I tell him, washing my hair.

  “I’ll get them out of you. One way or another,” he warns.

  “Not today you won’t,” I say, laughing. “What else did you do while you watched me sleep?” I ask, needing to know.

  “You know what I did, kitten,” he says washing my body for me.

  “Tell me,” I say, wanting to hear the words from him.

  “I jerked my cock, looking at your body. I wiped my cum on your bedsheets when I was fucking done to leave a piece of me with you. Is that what you want to hear?” His words are harsh, while his touch is gentle. The contrast causes me to break out in goosebumps.

  “Yes, it is,” I tell him, kissing him. Depraved as it is, it's exactly what I wanted to hear. The very fact that his obsession with me made him do that turns me on. I wish I could read his mind. I want to know what clicked in there when he saw me. What made him go so over the top insane with lust that he had to have me? What primal, caveman instinct pushed him to say fuck it?

  I know I shouldn't be encouraging such behavior, but I love it and I don't care what society says. That crazy, sexy motherfucker is mine. I licked him, that makes him mine. I don't make the rules, I just know them. I’ll never get over how much our crazy matches.

  Chapter 5

  Morris

  Valentine’s Day

  She’s been here for over a week now. In our space, making herself at home. She's calmed that part of me that I feared was broken. The "let's blow shit up and see what happens" part of my brain. She's a Godsend really. Her parents finally called her last night to see where she was. They are so wrapped in their own lives that they didn’t care where she was. I was right to make her mine. I’ll protect her until I draw my last breath. I knew from day one that her parents worked at my firm, but fuck ‘em. If they can’t see that their daughter should be the most important person in their lives, then she’ll be the most important person in mine.

  Every day, she lets me fuck her and fill her with my seed. Neither one of us has gotten dressed at all in that time. We ate, made love, took showers, and talked. That’s it. We talked about everything under the sun. Things that stalking her couldn’t tell me about her. I told her things about me that I’ve never told anyone. I even called in sick to work for the first time since I made partner and had my alternates take over for the two cases that had court dates this week. Looking to the future, I ordered a ring from a jewelry store late last night after Kiera fell asleep. It was delivered this morning along with a fresh round of groceries. We were down to bottled water and ketchup.

  My crazy girl is still sleeping, so I head into the kitchen in order to make her some breakfast. Despite the amount of sex we’ve been having, I am hard again for her. I’ll never get enough of her. Moving within her feels like what Heaven must feel like. She’s soft, responsive, and all mine. She’s feisty and calls me on my shit. No one has ever done that before. When she does it, it usually ends up with me fucking her for hours. For the first time in days, I have thrown some boxers on. Nothing worse than bacon splatter hitting your dick.

  “Mmm. What are you doing, handsome?” Kiera asks, standing naked in the doorway of the kitchen. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

  “Making my girl breakfast. I was gonna serve you in bed, but now that you’re up, maybe we should use the dining room, like civilized people,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.

  “Civility is overrated,” she says jumping up on the counter next to me, crossing her legs.

  “Is it?” I ask, flipping the pancakes.

  “Yup,” she says popping the p.

  Once the meal is done, I turn off the burners and move to stand in front of her. She opens her legs for me to stand between. Her bare pussy is right against my still hard cock.

  “Always so wet for me, kitten. It’s the sexiest damn thing in the world.”

  “It’s easy to be wet for you. I love you,” she says, kissing my chest.

  “What?” I ask, pulling her back from me in order to look in her eyes. I have to be sure of what she said. Despite everything I know we feel, neither one of us had said the words yet.

  “I love you, silly. Do you think I would stay here if I didn’t?”

  “I wouldn’t let you leave, Kiera. Not now, not ever.”

  “I know that,” she says looking down at the floor. I grip her chin and force her gaze to me.

  “You know that I love you too, right? But that seems too tame for this, doesn’t it?” I ask gesturing between us.

  “It really does, but all-consuming hunger doesn’t have the same ring as I love you, does it?”

  “I guess not,” I say agreeing with her.

  “Do you wanna eat?” she asks me.

  “Not food,” I say before kissing her.

  “Oh? What did you have in mind?”

  “You are the only thing on my menu.”

  I spread her thighs and kneel in front of her. I could spend hours worshiping her and I do regularly.

  “Here? In the kitchen?” she asks giggling.

  “I have already had you in every room in this house. Why should this one be any different?”

  “I guess you are right,” she says propping her feet up on my shoulders and leaning back on her elbows.

  Using my thumbs, I spread her pussy lips open. From this angle I have better access to her clit, her opening, and her ass. The only place I haven’t been yet, but I am about to change that, but I have to prepare her for that.

  Running my tongue all over her pussy, she squeals in delight. Reaching up her body, I squeeze her ample tits.

  “Morris, please. Please just make me come,” she begs.

  “Be a good girl for me, kitten. I always take good care of you, don’t I?” I ask, looking up her body.

  “Yes, of course you do,” she says, shaking her head.

  “And I always will,” I assure her, going back to the task at hand.

  After she comes twice, she’s had enough.

  “Fuck me, Morris. I need you.”

  “What only I can give you?”

  “Yes. Yes. God yes.”

  Lifting her off the counter, I carry her to our bed and lay her on it. Stripping my boxers off, I climb between her open legs. Just as I am about to slide into her, she rolls us over so that she is on top. She slams her little pussy down my cock until her ass rests on my balls. Up and down, she rides my dick like she’s about to win a race. On her every downward thrust, I push up.

  “Jesus, kitten. Take your pleasure,” I demand as she squeezes her pussy around my cock.

  “I am. Give me more,” she demands.

  “Marry me,” I say causing her to pause.

  “What?” she asks incredulously.

  “Be my wife. Stay with me forever.”

  “Fuck yes. I’ll marry you,” she says, unshed tears shine in her eyes.

  “Thank fuck,” I say grabbing the ring box out of my nightstand drawer. Opening it, I take the ring and slide it on her finger. Then I flip her over and fuck her like the world is ending, but really, it’s just fucking beginning.

  Happy Valentine’s Day to us.

  Epilogue

  Kiera

  One Year Later

  The last year with Morris has been amazing. We got married right away, about two weeks after he kidnapped me. He’s taken me all over the world with
him, but my favorite place was Monaco. We got dressed up and went to a James Bond party his cousin was hosting. It was so much fun. We drank martinis and gambled all night. I am pretty sure that’s where he knocked me up. We were crazy, fuck we still are, but today begins the greatest adventure of all. I just gave birth to our first son, Jonah. I have been in the hospital for less than a day, but I am already going stir crazy without my husband. I know that I have to wait six weeks before he can love me again, but his physical presence would be so beneficial for me right now. Despite the crazy way we began, we aren’t always sex-crazed maniacs. Most of the time, sure, but there’s times where we just cuddle, watch TV, and contemplate the future.

  Now that Jonah is finally here, we are going to have start wearing clothes around the house, which is going to suck, but for the baby I will. It’s the middle of the night and they haven’t cleared me to go home yet because of my stitches. There are so many, and they keep coming out every time I move wrong. I am super emotional right now, and still in mega pain. I am not surprised with all these hormones coursing through me. Quietly, I cry in my totally uncomfortable bed, when the door to my room bursts open.

  “Sir, visiting hours are over,” a nurse says harshly. Since I am not in a labor and delivery room but ICU due to the fever I got during delivery, they made Morris leave at six. Neither one of us was happy about that.

  “Leave us,” Morris says in a voice that makes it hard to disagree with. The nurse backs away, shutting the door behind her.

  “Morris,” I cry into the darkness. Sitting up, I hit the switch on the control to turn the light on over my head. “You’re here?”

  “Of course, I am kitten,” he says coming to my bedside. Using his thumbs, he wipes my tears. “I’ve been in the waiting room all night. I couldn't leave you and the baby here alone."