by Snow, Jenika
But fuck, she feels too good.
“Me too,” she moaned and closed her eyes, her lips parting as she groaned.
Hearing those words come from her gave my body a mind of its own. I picked up my speed, swinging my hips back and forth, tunneling my cock in and out of her pussy. I was mindless in my need to get us both off. I gritted my teeth, but before I allowed myself that pleasure, Kitty would have hers first.
I reached between our bodies, found her engorged little clit, and started rubbing it. She gasped, and I knew how sensitive she must’ve been.
“Come on, darling. Come for me.” And then I felt her tense, felt her pussy milk my cock in hard pulses. She tossed her head back, her neck straining, a low cry leaving her. The fact that she was coming for me—because of me—would have me following after her.
“You feel so damn good.” Fuck, I couldn’t even think, let alone get those words out coherently.
I was going to come, even though I wanted this feeling with Kitty to last for the rest of my fucking life. There was no way I could hold off a second longer. I’d already tested my control the moment she stepped through the threshold of my house.
The pleasure consumed me, took over until I was its slave, until I had no choice but to submit. I’d never allowed anything or anyone to have power over me, but Kitty was the one person who could bend me like no other.
I slammed my dick into her welcoming, tight heat, and her body slid up the bed an inch. She reached back and gripped the slats of the headboard, her neck arched, her chest thrust out.
“You’re going to take every ounce of me,” I growled as I shoved into her one last time, feeling her pussy still quiver around my dick, and I finally let go.
I tipped my head back and roared out my release. I sounded like a fucking wounded animal as it came from me. I forced my eyes open so I could look at Kitty, watch as she took all of me. And she did… every last damn inch.
The high took me to the fucking stars. Never in my life had I felt this good, not in pleasure, not in anything I'd ever done. And I knew why.
Because Kitty was the missing piece to my life, the one thing I’d always needed but didn’t know I’d been without until I saw her. She didn’t even have to be physically in front of me to know she was mine. That one picture had been all it took.
As my pleasure dimmed and waned, I finally allowed myself to breathe. I let myself fall to the mattress unceremoniously, the air sawing in and out of my lungs. I could have fallen asleep right then and there, content and sated for the first time in my life.
I turned my head and looked at her, seeing she already watched me with this pleasure-hazed expression on her face. Her cheeks were pink, her lips red and swollen from my kisses, and her eyes glossy from her post-orgasmic high.
God… I loved this woman. I truly fucking did.
I was part of her now… and Kitty was a part of me.
She wielded all the control over me. All of it.
I didn’t know if Kitty truly understood that she was mine, but I’d sure as hell remind her every day of my fucking life.
“You’re the first woman I’ve been with in years, Kitty, years.” Hell, I would wager it had been at least a decade, but I wouldn’t go into it further. I’d told her, because I wanted her to know. I wanted her to know I’d waited, because I knew there was something more, something perfect out there. I just hadn't known it until she came into my life.
She smiled and leaned in to kiss me. I’d taken her virginity, her innocence. It was forever mine.
She was forever mine.
I pulled her close, needing her like this always. A contented, pleasurable sigh left her, and she rested her head on my chest. It was perfection having her here with me, against my body, filled with my cum… marked by me.
My cock hardened again, and I heard her gasp as it started to dig into her belly.
“Again?” she whispered in this drowsy yet very clearly ready-for-me voice.
“Always,” I growled. “We’re just getting started for the night, baby.”
And the grin she gave me told me she was on the same page.
15
Kitty
The next morning
I slowly opened my eyes, the sun coming through the partially pulled curtains and washing over me, an invisible blanket of heat and comfort. I knew I was alone in the bed before I turned my head and looked to where Fin had been sleeping. This longing took place right in the center of my chest, this pressure, this emptiness.
I rolled onto my back, the scent of Fin enveloping me. God, he smelled good, and I felt him still, all over me… in me. Between my thighs was sore, sensitive in all the intimate places that reminded me of what we’d done last night. The fact that he was the one who now owned my virginity, that I was the one who ended his celibacy, had a surge of desire washing through me again.
I might be sore, but I could have him all over again and still ask for more.
I don’t know how long I lay there, but I knew it was still pretty early in the morning. I was about to get up when the bedroom door opened. I brought the blanket to my chest, not quite sure why I was shielding myself, since it was only the two of us at the house. And Fin walked in holding a tray, the smell of bacon and coffee instantly filling my nose.
The smile he gave me actually had my heart skipping a beat. I couldn’t even describe it accurately, but he looked like a man who was so damn happy to see me, like I just made his world.
I sat up, the sheets still covering my chest as he came fully into the room. He walked around the bed so he was sitting on the edge right beside me, his focus on me. He looked like he couldn’t take his eyes off me, and I felt my face heat from how much he watched me.
I moved over slightly so he could place the tray next to me. Looking down at the spread, I felt warm at his thoughtfulness. He made everything. There were pancakes and scrambled eggs, bacon and fresh fruit. There were even a couple slices of buttered toast, and a large glass of what I knew was fresh-squeezed orange juice beside the plate.
“Fin, you made this all for me?”
“Of course,” he said, and his smile brightened. He looked different. I couldn't quite place it or figure out what the difference was, but then it hit me.
He looked truly happy.
It was as if he found something that he’d lost.
It was such a strange moment, knowing what we’d done last night, what we’d said to each other, and now this morning. In just a small amount of time that had passed since I started working for him, he’d changed. I remembered how he’d been that first day, so growly and hardened, as if he had this massive chip on his shoulder.
He would always be rough around the edges, this immovable Viking, this giant. But right now, this man in front of me… it was like I was seeing a different side of him.
And I felt like he was the man I’d been looking for my entire life.
My cheeks heated all over again at that thought. This seemed so... permanent, as if what we shared last night was more than what I could ever imagine. Sure, he’d spoken to me so intimately, shared bits about himself, the words he said so possessively. But I wondered if that had all been said in the heat of the moment.
I hadn’t realized I was staring down at my lap until I felt his finger under my chin, until I felt him lift my head up so I was looking into his eyes again. Gone was that joyous expression and in its place was one of a serious nature.
I swallowed roughly at the intensity I suddenly felt from him. “What does this all mean?” My voice was soft, like a feather blowing in the wind. Did he even hear me? Had I even said it out loud? He closed his eyes.
He exhaled and opened his eyes a second later, his gaze so turbulent, so full of concentration. I could practically see his mind turning over, wondering what he was about to say right now. All kinds of fear slammed into me, things like he’d say this had all been a one-time thing. Words about how I’d lost my job because we crossed boundaries.
Sure, thos
e things terrified me, but the thing that gripped me the tightest, stole my breath, and squeezed my heart was the fear that he would tell me he didn’t want me, that what he felt for me wasn’t even a fraction of what I felt for him.
Because the truth was… I had fallen for him. I’d fallen in love with him. It was insane and ludicrous, almost unbelievable. But I’d never felt anything realer in my life.
“It means I’m not letting you go, Kitty.”
His words were like this bucket of frigid water over me, causing my spine to straighten, having goose bumps form along my skin. It wasn’t a bad feeling. They were words that woke me up, ones that jumpstarted my heart.
“It means you’re mine, that everything I said last night was the truth. It means so much more than anything I could ever speak in the English language.”
I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to accurately describe my feelings.
Telling him I’d fallen in love with him seemed almost rushed, as if he’d think I was crazy for having such strong emotions for someone so quickly. But the way he looked at me, the way he spoke, it all seemed like he felt the same way.
“It means that I want you in my life.” He leaned in slowly, so he was now more eye-level with me. “Do you understand what I’m saying? Do you understand how deeply I mean these words?”
I licked my lips and nodded slowly. What was I agreeing to?
“Tell me what that means to you, Kitty.”
I blew out a slow breath of air, knowing I couldn’t lie, couldn’t hide how I felt. It would just eat away at me. Besides, after what we shared and experienced last night, after hearing what Fin just told me, I wanted to be just as honest with him.
“It means forever.”
The sound that came from him was purely male. “It fucking means forever, baby.” And then he broke into a huge grin, his straight, white teeth flashing right before he leaned in and kissed me, stole the air from me, made me delirious from my passion and my love.
He broke away only long enough to pull me onto his lap, the food now forgotten, the blanket and sheet sliding completely from my body, so I now straddled him naked. But I didn’t care. I’d never felt so light and free in my life. I never felt like I belonged anywhere as much as I did with Fin.
And it looked like we were really doing this. It looked like I was giving myself to this man, and he was giving himself to me.
And I’d never looked more forward to the future than I did right now.
Epilogue One
Fin
Fin
Several months later
Manual labor. That was what I resorted to in order to make my woman happy. But hell, if my girl wanted a garden in the backyard, a trellis for grapes, even though I told her they probably wouldn’t grow well, given our location, the lack of sun, and a handful of other obstacles, my woman got whatever she wanted.
So here I was, bringing my hammer down over and over again, building the raised beds so she could plant tomatoes and cucumbers, green beans and squash. I was pretty sure she wanted to plant more than just grapes, so I’d build her twenty if that was what it took to see her smile.
It was only when the sun started to set that I put my tools away and looked at my progress. I felt proud, not because I built this shit by hand, but because I knew it would make her happy.
That was my purpose in life… making her happy.
I turned and was about to head back toward the house when the image of Kitty in the sunroom had me stopping. My breath caught at the way she looked with the setting sun coming through the break in the trees, how the light created this halo and glow around her.
Everything I felt for her was genuine. Authentic. My love for her was fierce. It could never be tamed. And the love I had for her was endless.
I watched as she rose on her toes to water one of the hanging baskets, a spider plant she bought a couple months ago in town. Her shirt rose up slightly, and I saw the swatch of creamy skin exposed and looked at that little indentation of her belly button.
I was rock-hard in a matter of seconds.
There was a deep noise that surrounded me, reminiscent of thunder. I realized it came from me, this almost war song of my need for Kitty.
I had one purpose, one intent—get to my woman and make her feel good.
I was in the sunroom before she even knew it, stood behind her, and had my hands gripping her waist. She gasped and looked over her shoulder, and I knew, just the look on my face, she knew what I wanted. After taking the watering can from her and setting it aside, I undid my button and pulled the zipper down on my jeans.
“You’re all dirty and sweaty,” she breathed out, but I could tell she wasn’t worried about that.
“And I bet your cunt is wet for me because of those facts, isn’t it?” It wasn’t really a question, because I knew the answer.
She moaned her response.
I didn’t even bother pushing my jeans down, just pulled my hard cock out through the fly and stroked myself from root to tip as I waited for her to shimmy out of her shorts and panties. This wasn’t going to be a romantic coupling.
It was going to be fast and hard. I was going to fuck Kitty until she couldn’t walk comfortably tomorrow.
She looked over her shoulder again, and I gripped her chin with my forefinger and thumb, keeping her in place as I slammed my mouth down on hers.
I kissed her for long seconds, running my tongue along her lips, plunging it into her mouth. When I broke away, it was to press my hand on the center of her back and shove her upper body forward as I pulled her lower half out more. I kicked her legs out and leaned back to look at her exposed pussy.
“Yeah, that’s the sweet fucking spot,” I groaned. “All mine.” I ran my fingers through her wet slit and heard her moan softly. I knew there was no way I was going to last once I was in there. “You want my big cock in your tight little pussy, Kitty baby?”
“Just fuck me, Fin. I’m soaking wet.”
Fuck.
I gripped her ass and spread it wide, taking a long look at the pink, soaking center of her cunt and the right little hole of her ass. My cock jerked again, and my balls drew up tight. I needed this like I needed to breathe. There was fog on the glass in front of her from her frantic breathing, and I knew she wouldn’t last once I was inside her either.
Taking my cock in hand, I led the head to her pussy hole. Instantly, her heat enveloped me, and I clenched my jaw. My balls drew up, the sack heavy. I was going to fill her up with as much cum as I had for her.
I grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, baring her throat, and plunged my cock into her in one hard, thorough thrust. Kitty arched her back and opened her mouth on a silent cry. I felt her cunt stretch around me, and my balls drew up even more, slapping against her pussy.
Damn. She felt good.
I slid all the way in, getting my cock nice and juicy from her lust, then pulled out, allowing just the tip to stay at the entrance. I gave myself a second to gather control before I shoved back in hard. Her upper body pushed hard against the glass, her hands flat on either side of her so she could steady herself for my fucking.
Her pussy was so tight, so wet and hot.
I started pounding into her and retreating. The sound of my flesh slapping hers filled the sunroom, surrounding us.
“You always feel so fucking good, baby.” I grinned and closed my eyes. “I’m not going to last.” I grabbed her hips harder, digging my fingers into her flesh, knowing she’d wear my bruises.
I was making hard, deep noises. She made soft, mewling ones.
I reached around and found her clit with my finger, teasing that little bundle, knowing she’d get off for me if I kept this up.
“I need you to get off, darling. I’m so damn close to filling you up.” I plunged my cock in and out of her at the same time I rubbed her clit back and forth. I needed to feel her pussy clamping down on my shaft, milking me as if she were thirsty for my seed.
“I’m coming,” s
he cried out and rested her cheek on the glass, her eyes closed, and her lips parted as she rode out her pleasure.
She cried my name softly right before she finally went over the edge. I’d felt the first tremors of her orgasm ripple around my cock, and I started pumping into her faster, slamming my shaft deep into her and making her cry out over and over again.
And then I couldn't hold off the inevitable anymore.
I came so fucking hard I saw lights in front of me. I rode that fucking pleasure like my life depended on it. I filled her up with my cum like she needed to be marked by me from the inside out.
And only when I felt the ecstasy start to let me have my sanity back did I pull out of her.
We both sighed in contentment, and I brought my lips to the back of her head, kissing her softly. I felt her tremble for me. The sweat started to cool and dry on my body. Even though I was spent, my cock started to harden again as I remembered the pleasure only Kitty could give me.
Immediately, I had my hand between her thighs, my palm cupping her pussy so my seed stayed right where it was supposed to.
Inside my woman.
I growled low when she shivered from my touch. She turned so she was now facing me, and I placed my hand right back between her thighs, my cum starting to slowly slip from her tight pussy. I slid my fingers up and down her slit, coating her with my seed, marking her even more. She smelled like me in every conceivable way.
“I love you,” I murmured, inhaling the sweet scent of Kitty. “Tell me you love me.” I pushed a thick finger into her, and she parted her lips and hummed softly. I wanted to hear her say it over and over again. I knew I sure as hell told her so much she probably got sick of hearing the words spill from my mouth.
“I love you so much, Fin.” She licked her lips, and I saw the pleasure start to peak in her again. “And you’re stuck with me.”
I grinned as I started finger-fucking her. “Baby, you were mine before you even knew it. I knew you were mine the moment I saw your photo and application. So, Kitty, you’re the one stuck with me.”
