Touchdowns and Tiaras: The Complete Boxed Set

by Sosie Frost

  Bare.

  “Fuck, Kiss.” His whisper enthralled me. “Holy shit. Suck me like that.”

  His tongue worshiped me, scorching the delicate skin with the rasp of his breath and tying me into a knot of absolute need. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. It prevented me from begging. He promised my clit the same pleasure as I whispered to his heated shaft.

  I couldn’t hold back. His hardness and heat stole my mind, and the vulgarity of exposing my most intimate secrets to him overwhelmed what remained. My orgasm crested violently, as if he had struck me. I swallowed his cock and muted my cry with his thick flesh. The swirls of his tongue delivered me to a perfect agony. He suckled my clit and prepared me for the thrill of something far better.

  I cried his name. He couldn’t hear me with my mouth stuffed full of cock. It was the most gratuitous, most sinful thing I’d ever done, and I came again and again at his will, because of his lips, in praise of his tongue.

  My peak crashed me against his body, and Jack seized control. He tossed me off of him, forced me onto the bed, and spread my legs.

  He saw everything.

  My trembling.

  My wetness.

  My exposed and wanting pussy, needing his cock to slam me full of his seed.

  He stared at me, watching as I convulsed and my breath pleaded with him in ragged gasps. His muscles tensed as if he fought himself. His broad shoulders and biceps tightened. Every tattoo on his arms flexed.

  We passed lust and entered into a world of raging instinct. His inherent desire to dominate and seize trapped me between right and wrong and natural submission.

  He spread my legs and settled between them. My puffy, swollen slit begged to be filled with his entire length. I shivered in the remnants of my orgasms, blinking away the dark halos that threatened my vision.

  I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t care.

  I couldn’t move. There was no other place for me in the world.

  Jack’s appraisal of my body manifested in the tightening of his cock. It glistened from my attention, and he fisted it in his hand. He grunted with a dangerous arousal.

  “Last chance to turn back,” he warned.

  I licked my bottom lip, tasting where he bit too hard. “I’m not scared.”

  “As soon as I shove my cock in you, I’m not pulling out.”

  His words thrilled me.

  “Do you promise?” I whispered.

  “I’m not stopping, Kiss. You’re getting fucked, and nothing’s going to change that. But if you want me to put a condom on, now’s your last chance.”

  No.

  I hated the thought. I didn’t want anything separating us. My body needed to be full of him—not just his cock, but everything else that would come it.

  I didn’t answer him. I rested against the bed and spread my legs a little lighter. My hips bumped up, brushing his hand, teasing the head of his unprotected cock against my slick petals.

  Jack shattered. He jerked himself harder, but he understood. He lowered his cock as if to test me. Or maybe he teased himself. He rubbed the swollen head against my slit.

  How could something so hard feel so soft?

  And so hot…

  I never took a bare cock before. It was too risky in relation to my grand plan. The head beaded with a dangerous, silken droplet. Jack stared at the little bead of pre-cum. We both held our breath as he ground his shaft into my slit once more, blending my wetness with his.

  The sensation overwhelmed me. I arched, nearly forcing him into my pussy.

  “This is what I want.” I begged. “You. Inside me. Bare.”

  Jack’s turn to get wild. He fisted cock harder, eyes narrowed for the hunt.

  “You better hold on tight, Kiss.” He abandoned his grin for a masculine, primal determination. “You’ve never been fucked like this before.”

  “Have you?”

  He answered with every honesty I needed to hear. “No.”

  The head pressed against my pussy, easing against me as if Jack feared he’d break me in half. He was probably right.

  His cock was either a nine inch nightmare of flesh or pulsing promise of sheer pleasure.

  I had no idea what would happen when he finally slammed within me.

  The thick head popped inside me, stretching me full of a man more muscle and hardness than gentle patience. I gasped, my surprise echoing in a quiet Oh!

  He took his time to enter me, but it wouldn’t last long. Both of us needed more than the slow drag of his cock, inch after inch into a tightness that hadn’t been taken like this…ever.

  “So…soft…” Jack rasped as his fingers dug into my thighs. He pushed my legs back and watched as his thickness slowly impaled me. “Hot.”

  I nodded, grunting as his hips bucked, forcing himself halfway into me.

  “I’ve never felt like this…” I whispered. It revealed too much.

  I didn’t know if I meant that I never had the lip-biting pleasure of a bare cock slipping into my unprotected pussy, or if it was the truth.

  I felt…amazed.

  Something more than lust suffocated me. Jack thrust his impossible cock into parts of me already tightened and abused from its size.

  I was on the verge of orgasm, panting and crazed, when the heat overwhelmed Jack as well.

  With a grunt, he slammed the rest inside me, sheathing every agonizing and amazing inch within my core. I arched and moaned, crying his name, begging for him to either pull out or thrust harder.

  The size was unreal, and the silky softness of his skin undeniable in my pussy. I clamped against him. Didn’t mean to. My body tried to milk him before he was ready to come. My moans softened as my breath was lost in the cadence of his strikes.

  Jack fell over me, capturing me in his arms. He held me tight as his hips bucked, forcing his cock out only to rip through me once again. Twice. Three times. He captured my orgasm in a raging kiss—as if he didn’t have enough of me to himself. As if I hadn’t just given him my body.

  He stole my breath, my words, and my pleasure.

  And he returned every gifted part of me in the bliss of his hard, intense thrusts.

  He shifted wild, as though he were enraged or stricken with an irrational need to slam me against the bed. His kisses turned to bites, nipping at my neck as our bodies crashed harder, faster, wetter than before.

  “Mine…” He whispered. “You’re mine.”

  He thrust fully within me, withdrawing to the head but not removing it from me. Just like he promised. He wasn’t pulling out until he came. Maybe not even then. Maybe he’d fuck more and more into me, filling me with everything he’d offer and as much as my body could take.

  I gripped his arms. My tiny hands were nothing to his strength, just a streak of cocoa darkness grasping to anchor me to the earth before the intensity cast me to oblivion. It was too much and not enough all at the same time.

  And that was exactly the reason Jack Carson was so bad for me.

  He was nothing good for a girl like me. He wasn’t respectable or responsible. He lived for fun and the moment, never once planning ahead. He took a different woman every night without remorse and still needed more.

  But I softened for him, knowing he’d eventually take me, use me, ruin me.

  Or maybe he’d give me the greatest gift in the world.

  “Kiss…”

  Jack’s words panted. His thrusts turned rough. Manic. Almost unbearable. He crushed me from within and I groaned as his weight trapped me between him and the bed. I tensed, holding my breath, aching for both of our releases.

  He warned me with a hiss.

  “I’m gotta come.”

  How had something so primal and wild become the most exciting three words I uttered in my life?

  “Come inside me.”

  I arched to welcome him deeper. He didn’t need the permission or the encouragement. Jack roared, rising to his knees. He bent my legs back, resting them on his shoulders as he pinned me between h
is thick chest and the intent of his pulsing cock. His body rose and fell against mine, earning every aching cry that escaped my lips.

  Hard.

  Fast.

  Without remorse.

  He fucked me like a man possessed. He knew what to do and how furiously he had to take me to do it. My hips angled to give him the access he needed, and his cock slipped deeper inside me. Too deep, striking sensitive spots that either delighted or scared me, and I didn’t even care.

  Nothing had ever been this wild before. This passionate.

  This intimate.

  And he knew it too. Jack’s eyes widened before he came, staring at me with bursting blue just before the first jet of heat claimed me.

  I came with him.

  Instantly.

  My core tightened and squeezed over his thickening cock. He grew even while inside me, aching with a newfound hardness that delivered me to my own orgasm.

  His seed coated my core.

  I crested and arched.

  My trembling milked another shot of his cum. He groaned and thrust, peaking inside me again and again as I shattered beneath him.

  Instinctively, Jack forced his cock all the way inside, jamming against my womb and heating me with so much of his seed I could hardly breathe, hardly move, hardly comprehend how much he had wanted me.

  I gripped his arms, struggling to stay conscious as my breath raced from me in astonished bliss.

  Jack tensed. He brushed a hand over my face, my lip, my breast. It tickled low, over my tummy, where the seed would take. Then he aimed for my clit.

  My pussy was still impaled with his thickness. Vulgar. Sexy. Full. He flicked my clit, once, twice, drawing a groan from me that forced a new reaction. I nearly bent in half, but Jack pinned me to the bed through my delirious convulsions.

  I couldn’t come anymore, but I couldn’t stop this one.

  I clenched him, hard, and Jack shuddered. A shiver raced through us. The heat splashed within me again. Jack’s groan heralded another thrust, and he growled once more.

  His hands tightened over my waist.

  His cock didn’t soften.

  I stared at him, earning his kiss, taking his seed and I realized this was everything he had promised, everything he had threatened.

  Everything I had wanted.

  I welcomed him into my arms and coiled my legs over his waist as he fucked more of his seed into me.

  And I hoped he’d never stop.

  10

  Jack

  This wasn’t just sex.

  Whatever Leah said, whatever crazy thoughts she stuck in my head, whatever the fuck she meant about sex being more than sex?

  She was right.

  Holy fuck, was she right.

  And I had no idea what to do now except to keep on fucking her.

  I needed to pin her to the bed, hold her close, unleash all of me inside of her. And then?

  …I hadn’t thought that far ahead.

  Christ, I hadn’t planned for what would happen when I finally pulled my cock from her dripping slit.

  Parting from her was the last thing I wanted to do. Ever. I’d fuck her until we collapsed from exhaustion and I’d pin her beneath me until I gasped my last breath.

  I finally had her. Her heat scalded me. That perfect softness enveloped me. Her tight, clenching, orgasming pussy milked every drop of seed from me.

  And then she demanded more.

  Jesus fuck, I was just a man. Fucking mortal. I couldn’t live up to this goddess, but I’d kill myself to give her pleasure.

  What was happening to me? Sex used to be simpler than this. I wasn’t a complicated beast. I played professional ball for a living and was offered a million dollars to wear a certain brand of shoes. I had no real ambition in life except to win that championship ring.

  My life was easy. Then Leah spread her legs. Then she told me she wanted me. She welcomed my cock into her tight, shuddering body and cried out my name when the fucking overwhelmed her.

  She offered herself and promised to give me a baby.

  This wasn’t just sex.

  I had thrust within her, stroke after stroke, even after I shot my load deep within her womb and thought my heart would rip itself from my chest. Leah whispered her encouragement and held me close, kissing me through the shudders. She didn’t move, and my head had to clear before I understood.

  She rested still because she wasn’t willing to let a single drop of the seed I jetted inside her womb spill from her body. She lay motionless so it would take hold. So it would bury in her tummy.

  It was the hottest and sexiest and most cock-hardening realization of my life.

  But it was easier to fuck another load inside her than it was to wait for her to quicken, even for a few minutes.

  “Knees…”

  My voice turned hoarse sometime during the night. I pulled from her for the first time, shuddering as that dark slit glistened with everything I had pumped inside. I pushed her onto her belly. Her beautiful, round ass flashed at me. Cocoa, silky skin, perfect to kiss and touch and take.

  I grunted. “Need to keep fucking you…”

  Leah obeyed though her arms were shaky and her body weak. We both needed to rest. Needed to talk. We spent hours fucking until we shuddered with fatigue. Our bodies were raw. Consumed.

  But I couldn’t stop fucking her.

  I used my strength to hold her to me as I pierced back into her heat. My cock drenched in her wetness. Before, her own desire coated her thighs. Then, I made a mess out of her and now her clenching pussy slickened with my cum. After we had parted, I had one hell of a time pushing her mouth off my cock as she licked away both our juices. She’d nearly drained my balls again as she’d sucked down my length.

  She was ravenous for me.

  Passionate.

  Finally.

  After a year of highlighters and CC’ed emails, meetings and chastisements, Leah let loose.

  And fuck, I wasn’t ready for it.

  Her orgasms trembled from her body into mine. She cried my name with a desperation that hardened my cock. Her words drove me to her lips so I could silence her pleas before she tore me apart.

  I fucked her. I held her. I gave everything to her. And I wasn’t prepared for what would happen to my sanity.

  I fell over Leah, pinning her to the bed. My hands folded within hers, pressing her harder against the mattress. Her hips angled, letting my cock thrust directly to her core. I crashed inside her, so close to her womb.

  It wasn’t just dangerous now. Fucking her bare wasn’t risky.

  Every stroke made it goddamned certain that my seed would root in her womb.

  God, I wanted it to happen. Nothing would stop me. I’d fuck her until she swelled with my child.

  And then I’d fuck her more.

  I ground against her hips, dug my fingers into her ass. Leah groaned and pushed back to impale herself harder against my length.

  She would belong to me.

  She would conceive. She would grow. She would have my baby.

  And I would have her for my own.

  The first woman I ever wanted was suddenly too dangerous to me. I had no idea what I was feeling. Hell, I didn’t know what she was feeling. It didn’t matter. She was mine and mine alone. I’d be damned if I let her off the bed without fucking my baby into her.

  She was about to get into major trouble from her favorite trouble-maker.

  She came again. Hard. Quivering. Her heat completely enveloped my cock.

  “I can’t…” She panted for me, her arm stretching out and grasping the blanket. “This is so…”

  “Just enjoy it.”

  “So much…”

  “Ever been fucked like this?”

  “God, no…”

  Yeah, me either. I felt the same way, down to needing to clench something in my fist. My fingers sunk into the pillow because I didn’t trust grabbing her fragile, beautiful fingers. I hardly recognized myself or my strength, and the last thing I w
anted to do was hurt the woman giving me the most amazing gift of my life.

  I had never fucked a woman bare before. It was a good thing I did it with her. If I had known how goddamned amazing it felt fucking a woman without the burden of a rubber barrier...

  I never thought it’d feel that good to bury inside a woman when I came.

  No. How good it felt to come inside Leah.

  My orgasm was once the only part of sex that mattered. Not anymore. I wanted to watch her come. I needed to see that quake of her shoulders and hear the groan from her lips.

  Nothing existed more beautiful than her pleasure.

  Except…what would come from tonight.

  Her body would change because of me. She’d grow a little life inside of her because of me. We had a connection now…because of me.

  I ground harder against her, taking my fill of her body, of her heat, of everything she offered and what she didn’t realize she gave. I never felt these sort of things with the women I fucked. I never imagined a future where I’d ask one to carry my child.

  Fuck, I never considered having a baby before.

  And it wasn’t some PR stunt. It wasn’t just a reason to save my ass. If it made me look responsible, fine. But that little life would be mine.

  Same as Leah.

  And I wanted it so goddamned bad I fucked myself into oblivion and back.

  “Jack…”

  Her voice flooded my thoughts, echoing in my head with the delicious little mew. She sounded almost pained, waiting, wanting me to fuck her harder and crash her over yet another peak that would render her utterly spent beneath me. “Come with me.”

  “You sure, Kiss? Want me to stop?”

  “No…”

  “Want me to come?”

  “Yes.”

  Leah moaned, shifting her hips as if I wasn’t already hitting the deepest part of her. I slammed into her body, knocking the air from her chest in a quick gasp. She clung to the mattress as I rutted. It wasn’t fair to use my full strength against her, but this woman conquered me from the moment she first kissed me. She brought me to my knees to taste her. And now? I finally erupted inside her, but she was the one who tore through my heart, beat at my soul, and rent every muscle that made me stronger, bigger, faster than my opponents.