by Erin Havoc
The torment, the need on her face is exquisite. And even if she doesn’t want me the way I want her… It doesn’t matter. I’ll just have to show her how this cannot be a coincidence.
The instant attraction. How comfortable it is to be around her. How my body aches for her touch.
This can’t be a coincidence. It’s fucking fate.
And I’m taking my mate tonight.
Leaning, I brush my lips against hers. My beard scratches her chin and she sucks in a breath, her hands coming up to fist my shirt.
“I’ll do anything you want me to, love,” I tell her, and before she can take another breath, I kiss the air out of her.
Sienna groans against the kiss. She melts, molding her body against mine. There’s no shame now. Her hands come under my shirt and she scratches my back and grips my hips like that’s what we do every day.
I pry her lips open and sweep my tongue over hers. The kiss reverberates in my body, echoing to the marrow in my bones. I kiss her hard and thoroughly, I mark her. I make sure she ain’t ever going to want another man.
And sure enough, in a moment Sienna’s grinding against me. She rolls her hips against me as I cradle her head in a hand. With my other hand, I fist her hair like I want to, keeping a tight grip on her.
Bringing my face down, I kiss her jaw and her neck. Goosebumps cover her arms as I bite her pulse and kiss the hollow of her throat. Her heavenly sounds fill the room and in a moment she’s got me bucking against her.
I explore her curves, grabbing handfuls of her breasts and rolling the pebbles of her nipples in my fingers. I pull her shirt and bra out and kiss her shoulders and suck her tits.
Her eyelids droop as I run my hands to her hips and pin her in place. My mouth explores the curves of her body as I bring myself down between her legs.
Sienna trembles under my touch, and once more, all that leaves her lips is my name.
“Zach… Zach…” She breathes, gripping my hair and my shoulders, thrashing her head over the pillow.
All my willpower is focused on not taking her right then and there. On not unsnapping my pants and entering her in a single, hard motion. She’s so wet she’d take me easily.
I’m a madman hallucinating about her muscles clamping down on me once I bring my lips to her knee. Lower, down her inner thigh. Lower yet until all I can smell is her sweet fragrance.
“Let me eat you, baby,” I growl, breathing hard against her cunt. “Do you want me to eat you?”
She shivers, quivers beneath my touch. “Yes.”
“Then beg. Just like you said you would.” I keep her hips pinned down once she bucks them against my face.
“Please, Zach!” The words come out breathless and ragged. “Please!”
“Good girl,” I growl before I press blazing open-mouth kisses to her core. She cries out, the sound filled with bone-deep satisfaction. I devour her, slowly, thoroughly, committing the taste of her cunt to memory.
Because if she’s not staying, then I’m surely jerking off to that taste for the rest of my life.
Lapping up at her juices, I flick my tongue around her clit, holding her in place as she thrashes around. Her back arches off the mattress and she trembles and moans, fisting my hair in her small fingers.
“I’ve found the one sweet thing I love,” I groan. “You taste amazing. Sweet and amazing, muffin.”
I soak my beard in her arousal and I suck and nibble until she’s on the very edge of bliss. She fists my hair and cries my name but that doesn’t stop me. Oh, no, I take her to the crest of that wave and watch it plunge.
Sienna’s bliss is my happiness, and she comes gloriously.
Kissing my way up her body, I brush our lips against one another, and I kiss her chin and up her cheeks.
My cock twitches against her and she bucks in response. When I meet her gaze, I’m scorched by how heated her eyes are.
“Take me, Zach. Please.”
Mine.
Mine.
7
* * *
SIENNA
The air is heavy with the scent of us.
The bliss of Zach’s lips on me is too much. Even if I can only have him for one night, I’m glad. I don’t understand what’s happening between us, but if there’s a man I want to have my V-card, that’s him.
I watch him undress. There’s not a hint of shame in me. I’m drowning in arousal.
My imagination doesn’t hold a candle to the real Zach. The man is hard all over. The sinful V of his hip muscles makes my mouth water.
His cock is glorious.
I’ve never seen such a beautiful member. As he steps out of his pants, I gawk at the thickness of him. At how long and hard it is, a vein popping on the side. It twitches, a pearl of pre-cum glinting at the slit.
Arousal coils inside me like a snake.
My inner walls clench.
“Spread yourself for me, muffin,” he orders. There’s no other way around it — it’s an order and I know I’m going to be spanked if I don’t obey promptly.
For a second, I debate doing exactly that. I want the spanking. I want his hands all over me. But I’m desperate for his shaft.
So I obey, parting my knees and exposing myself. I bring a hand down and part my soaking pussy lips. Butterflies tickle my insides as I meet his gaze, afraid of what I’ll see there.
But there’s nothing but heat and adoration. Zach groans, a sound that’s like fire to my blood. There’s no doubt he wants me. His cock stirs in agreement.
My sex grows slick with desire. I’m definitely going to leave a pool of arousal on the sheets.
Zach lowers his body over mine once more. Slowly, like a predator savoring his prey’s fear.
But there’s no fear in me. I tilt my chin up, letting him approach. The head of his member touches me.
He’s huge. The head presses against my entrance. The whole world has narrowed to the place we meet now. Zach presses his forehead against mine, his huge hands cupping my face.
I force myself to relax. My heart hammers inside my chest but I stretch my neck and kiss him until my pussy quivers around his head-cock…
He freezes, his whole body tensing. I look up and meet a frustrated gaze.
Zach lifts his weight on his elbows. “Condom,” he mutters and prepares to get up.
My hands shoot out and grab him before I take another breath. I shake my head. “I’m clean,” I tell him. “I’m… I’ve never… done this.”
I’m afraid he’ll back off. I’m afraid he’ll realize how much of a naïve, young girl I really am.
But his features soften. He lowers himself over me once more. “I didn’t know. Are you sure?”
I nod. “And I want you like that. If you’re… alright with it.”
“I am,” he groans. “Fuck, are you for real, Sienna? I’m clean but, hell, are you sure?”
Licking my lips, I feel my cheeks warming up. I look away. “Yeah. Is it… bad?”
“No,” he kisses my face and my eyes. “I love it.” He opens his mouth again as if to say more but cuts himself off. Shaking his head an inch, he approaches and kisses me.
Not soft this time. No, the kisses grow hot, needy.
Demanding.
He moves without entering me. He’s got such self-control it’s almost a tease. I’m grinding unabashedly, trying to make him enter me, but he holds back. Back until I’m gripping his waist and begging, his name on the tip of my tongue.
When I’m about to lose my mind, he moves. With a single thrust, he fills me completely.
I moan out loud, desperately as the amazing feeling of being filled by him takes over. I gasp and roll my hips, the sharp pain vanishing to blinding pleasure. His thickness is perfect, perfect.
The hot smack of his hips against mine is the only thing I hear for a moment. For a long moment as the two of us stand out of breath and in amazed silence. I know Zach is feeling the same.
He’s awed at the same connection.
Is sex suppo
sed to be this amazing?
Or is sex with him that feels so right?
My back arched off the bed, Zach kisses and nibbles on my breasts until I’m a quivering mess. The sounds he makes tell me he’s enjoying it as much as I am.
His hands fisted to my sides, his whole face scrunched to a scowl, I can feel how hard he’s holding it back. For my sake. Not to hurt me.
Bringing a hand up to his chest, I rake my nails down his defined pecs. He looks up with a smirk.
“Zach,” I moan, and his name has become my favorite naughty word. “Zach, fuck me.”
“Fuck, little girl,” is all he rasps.
His slow moves grow harsher. His hips slam harder against mine.
Zach pounds his fat dick inside me harder by the second, his fierce movements making my breasts bounce uncontrollably. I don’t care. I press my arms to their sides and watch them move and delight myself to the look on Zach’s face.
With a feral grin, his thrusts grow frenzied. He shifts his hips and suddenly he’s hitting something inside me…
Something that threatens to throw me off the edge in a heartbeat.
“Oh, Zach,” I moan, and I cry, and I grip his arms for leverage and let him fuck sense out of me.
Curses spill from my lips as he hisses. We make no sense and yet, we make all the sense in the world.
We crash like stars, and we explode together.
Sparks become fireworks exploding on the back of my eyelids. The orgasm makes me gasp and choke, cry out and yell.
My muscles clamp down around Zach’s member and his sounds become grunts and growls until he straight out snarls. He erupts inside me, cum filling me in spurts.
I’m stuck in limbo for a long moment, teetering on the edge of slumber. The afterglow is so strong my whole body goes limp.
But I feel the emptiness when Zach pulls out. He cradles me to his hard chest and caresses me to sleep.
And though the storm rages on, I’ve never felt safer in my life.
8
* * *
ZACH
Pale sunlight bathes the room when I wake up.
Sienna slept easily in my arms for a couple of hours. I watched her breathe as I dozed off, then I decided the guest room wasn’t enough for her.
She was no guest anymore. She’s the woman of my life.
So I carried her off to my room and placed her under my warmest covers. Sienna woke up with the motions and we made love yet again.
And again and again, until we were too exhausted to keep going.
The Sun wakes me up to the dream my life has become. I kiss her and get up to shut the curtains. Sienna sighs and smiles in her sleep, and I leave to start the day.
Not the way I wanted to. I’m shoveling snow from my porch, cleaning Sienna’s car up while what I wanted was to be buried deep inside her.
A morning fuck is the best way to start a day.
And I promise myself that’s exactly how we’re living from now on.
Or so I hope.
Because Sienna is younger and full of dreams. Last night was such a flurry of lust we had no time to discuss a possible future. I know she wouldn’t move in here. And I don’t want her to drop college.
I don’t even know if she wants a relationship.
She is the woman of my life. I am marrying her and I am having children with her. Though my heart pains with the possible rejection, I steel my spine and my will, and I take my time to think of ways to convince her.
If it was up to me, I’d be driving down to the city to buy her a ring. I’d propose before breakfast.
But I don’t want to scare her off. I need to do everything right.
I pull my phone out from my pocket. The sky has cleared out so we finally have signal up here. I unlock it and open my contacts, thinking of the right steps to take to show her I’m in this for real.
To show her we’re meant to be.
9
* * *
SIENNA
Zach made love to me over and over. He marked me and claimed me and brought me over the edge so many times I’ve even forgotten how many.
On the edge of sleep, I let the scenes play once more on the back of my mind. I cling to the way he whispered “mine” against my ear and kissed my neck.
In that state of half-dreaming, I soak on the memories. I wander on those dreams.
To be his. For him to be mine, and mine only.
Stretching under the soft covers, I bring an arm to touch Zach’s tight body. My fingers meet the cold sheets on his side of the bed. He’s not here.
I deflate a little. Enough to bring me back from Wonderland.
My girl parts tingle from last night’s activities. Many, rough activities. It was delicious.
But only a delicious dream.
Zach may have felt attracted to a young woman in his house. Maybe he was feeling lonely. Maybe the isolation caught up to him.
I bring the covers tighter around me, feeling self-conscious in my naked form. I’m younger, inexperienced. Fear courses through me as I hear his steps in the living room.
What is he going to do? What is he going to tell me?
I can’t hear the storm anymore and the opened inch between curtains reveals a sunny morning.
He’s going to break my heart. I can feel it.
It tastes bitter.
I’m afraid he’s going to come and ask me to leave. I have no other reason to stay. I have come, delivered the cake he won’t eat, and now it’s time for me to go back home.
Time for me to drop back into reality and let this dream go.
Gritting my teeth, I feel tears stinging in the back of my eyes. Even the prettiest hope can’t help me. Even if he wanted me, even if he wanted to try something… Then what?
I can’t have a bakery up in the mountains.
My eyes well up. My skin prickles with anxiety as his steps bring him into the room. The door creaks open.
It’s now. He’s going to send me away.
Breathe, girl. Don’t cry for a man you barely know.
Even if my heart already feels so much.
Zach pokes his head inside the room and smiles once he sees I’m awake.
“Hey,” he says in that rough, hot voice of his. “I’m going to cook us some breakfast. Bacon and eggs?”
I bite the corner of my lip. Zach’s so nice, so polite. He’s not dumping a girl without feeding her first. So I slowly nod.
“I’ll be there in a moment,” I murmur, pulling the covers around me.
Zach shifts. It’s as if he senses something is off.
“What’s wrong, muffin?”
The way he says the endearment rips my heart apart. Tears run down my face before I can stop them. Feeling like an idiot, I press my face against the covers.
Zach strides into the room and takes me into his arms in a heartbeat. I let myself snuggle against him. I savor that last warmth, the strength of his arms as he pulls me closer.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he breathes against my hair and his voice comes almost as a threat. Frowning, I touch his arms and they’re taut as if he’s about to hunt down whoever has hurt me. “Tell me, baby.”
A man that size calling me “baby” makes my heart melt. I break from him, looking up to meet his eyes.
“Why do you keep calling me like this?” I choke out.
He blinks, his hands never leaving me. “What? ‘Baby’? I can stop it if it’s bothering you.”
I groan in frustration. “No! That’s not the point!”
“Then what’s the point, muffin?”
That word again!
I huff. “What are we doing, Zach? I don’t mind if you just kick me out. But I don’t want you to play me around and feed me breakfast and then be polite and ask me to go home.” I sniff, “Just rip the band-aid off.”
He blinks again, his eyes wide in shock. His hands come higher around my arms to my shoulders, then he cups my face. His features soften as he seems to see something in me. As he seems
to be able to read me.
“I’ll call you whatever you want. Sienna, baby, love. Anything. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re mine and I’m yours. That’s it.”
His words rumble through me like lightning. I gasp, “Really?”
“Of course. Now that I’ve found you, I’m not letting you go. Whatever this thing we have is… Fate. Destiny. I don’t care. But I want you. Forever.”
I choke again, and fresh tears spill down. But they’re tears of joy. He kisses them, and I pull him in for a hug.
“I was afraid you were going to kick me out,” I stutter.
“Never,” he shakes his head against my hair. “Never. I don’t care how we’re going to do this, but we will.”
Zach leans in and kisses me. Hard, demanding. He lets me know in that kiss that he’s the only man I’ll ever want.
That he’s the only man I’ll ever love.
I’m grinning like a fool as he brushes the last of my tears off. “We’ll find a way. I can drive up here and spend the weekends…”
“We can do that,” he nods once. “But I’ve thought of something else. I don’t think I can spend a week far from you, Sienna. I can’t spend another day without you.”
“Isn’t this going too fast?” I tremble, kissing his lips and bringing my hands up to brush my fingers on his beard.
He smiles. “I don’t care. I’m in love with you. I don’t care about anything else.”
I grin and I squeal, and I hug him.
And we make love.
And I tell him I love him as much as he loves me, and he marks and fills me. And it’s perfect.
Everything is perfect when I’m with him.
And later on, he does eat the cake.
With wide eyes, he cocks a brow at me. He looks at the cake, then back at me.
“What do you think?” I grin, expectation clawing up my throat. I’m dressed in his shirt, sitting on his lap.
He takes another bite of the cake. “It’s sweet. But to the right measure. You surprise me yet again, muffin,” he kisses my jaw. “I really like it.”
