Yours and Yours Alone

by Marilyn Lee

  Sliding his hands under her ass, he eagerly stroked into her sweet pussy.

  She shuddered. “Oh, Lord, Ray, but I’m going to miss your donkey cock.”

  He lifted his head and stared down at her. “Have you been discussing my cock size with other women?”

  She fucked herself on him. “When a woman has access to dick this big and this good, it’s hard not to sing about it from the roof tops. Now stop talking and give me every damn inch. Lord, your cock is so fucking good. Fuck me like you mean it.”

  Her raw appreciation of his cock size and sexual prowess, which had once pleased him, now annoyed him. Maybe it was knowing that either she or Tasha had discussed their sex life within Kania’s hearing. But then he’d done the same before he’d stormed out. Fuck. He was going to have so much to atone for when he saw her again.

  But those were thoughts for later. With Kia squeezing and riding his cock like he was her first fuck, he quickly exploded and then lay shuddering in her arms while she kissed him and whispered how much she was going to miss him.

  However, it was probably his cock she would kiss rather than him as a person. He didn’t anticipate missing her.

  When he kissed her and rolled onto his stomach, she slid on top of him and rained kisses on his neck, while reaching under his body to cup his shaft. “We have one more condom,” she whispered.

  What the fuck. He urged her aside and rolled onto his back. She slid between his legs and sucked him to an erection before rolling on the condom and thrusting her pussy down onto him.

  They shared a hard, raunchy fuck before she climbed off his cock, removed the condom, took him between her lips and sucked and eagerly swallowed as he ejaculated into her mouth. Afterwards, they showered together, he kissed her goodbye, and left.

  By the time he started his car engine, his thoughts were already on Kania and how he could earn her forgiveness.

  Chapter Five

  IT WAS JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT when Kania returned home from dinner with Rena and Ryan at their favorite restaurant. Since Rena was recovering from a twisted ankle, Kania and Ryan had spent an hour on the dance floor.

  Ryan, clearly egged on by Rena, had pretended to romance her while Rena had scowled horribly at them from their table. She’d had a good time. Smiling, she let herself into the house. Walking down the hall, she realized the living room lights were on. She paused, retraced her steps, and looked around to the side driveway. Raven’s rental was parked there.

  His early return meant they had a little over two-weeks together. She rushed back into the house and into the living room.

  A beautiful bouquet of roses sat on the coffee table. Raven had fallen asleep on the loveseat. Probably worn out from all the fucking he’d been doing.

  She should wake him and toss him out on his ass. Instead, she quietly crossed the room to read the card.

  Forgive me. Raven.

  She went upstairs to turn the covers down in the guest bedroom before returning to the living room to stand looking at him. Lord, he was a handsome man. But like Braden, despite his protestations of love, he’d probably never be hers. But then how could he be when she was still married?

  Bending, she touched his cheek. “Wake up.”

  He reached up, pulled her down onto his lap, cupped her breasts and buried his lips against her neck.

  She trembled when she realized he was semi-erect. What the hell was he dreaming about? Ignoring the desire to lean in and kiss him, she shoved against his shoulders. “Hey! Wake up!”

  He abruptly opened his beautiful brown eyes and frowned at her. “Cher. What are you doing?”

  “What? What do you mean what am I doing? What are you doing?”

  He glanced around the dimly lit living room before meeting her gaze. “Not that I’m complaining, but you’re sitting on my lap.”

  She felt her cheeks warm. “Yes. Yes, I am Raven Elkhorn.”

  “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

  “How is saying your name dirty talk?”

  “When you use my full name it sounds sexy and dirty. But why are you sitting on my lap again?”

  “Why? Because when I tried to wake you, you pulled me down here and wouldn’t let me up. You still have your big, hot hands on my breasts. Or haven’t you noticed?”

  His lids swept down and he immediately removed his hands.

  No matter how lonely or horny she was, and despite everyone urging her to cheat, she knew nothing good would come of sleeping with him. But Lord knew Hank had pushed her as far as she was going to allow. There was no damn way she was going to spend the next months without a man in her bed. Just not Raven. Period. End of story. She inhaled slowly, allowing her heartbeat to return to normal.

  “You’re still sitting on my lap,” he pointed out in that so damn sexy baritone.

  “Yes, well, maybe I need a moment to calm down.”

  “While sitting on my lap?”

  She gave him a cool stare. “You started this so don’t give me any shit!”

  “I was asleep, as you so kindly pointed out. Are you asleep? Or do you just like sitting on my lap?”

  In fact, she had always loved sitting on her lover’s lap while grinding her ass against his groin and kissing him. “In your dreams.”

  “You’re still on my lap. So maybe it’s a shared dream.”

  “I’ll get up when I’m good and ready.”

  “Take all the time you need. While you do that, where shall I put my hands?”

  “I’ll tell you where you’d better not put them.”

  He arched a brow. “And where is that?”

  “Where you had them!”

  “And yet you’re even now still seated on my lap. What should I conclude from that, my luscious cher cheré?”

  “Don’t call me that.”

  He sighed. “Does it remind you of Bray?”

  “He always made it sound so romantic.”

  “But I don't?”

  “It's not a competition, Elkhorn.”

  “Isn’t it?”

  “No. And just so there’s no misunderstanding, as I’ve told you several times already, I’m over him.”

  “Are you?”

  “Yes, I am. Long before Neida was chasing his slippery ass down, I was already well and truly over him.”

  “I’m very glad to hear that cher.”

  “That’s not what you said at the time. In fact, you made quite a nuisance of yourself trying to talk me into taking him back.”

  “That’s because he was still in love with you and hurting. When he hurts, I hurt. Besides, I knew you were still in love with him.”

  “I was when I ended our relationship, but not anymore. Not for a long time. I’m not going to deny that I will always have very warm feelings for him, but I am no longer in love with him.”

  “And just how warm are your feelings for him?”

  “Warm enough for me to wish him nothing but joy and love with Neida. When I see them together, I know ending our relationship was the right thing to do.”

  He nodded. “Yes, but if you’re thinking that he didn’t really love you—”

  “No. I know he did and I loved him, but we didn’t love each other enough. I didn’t fight to keep him and he didn’t fight very hard to get me to change my mind. I think we both knew that even though it hurt at the time, it was the right decision. Had we loved each other more, we wouldn’t have allowed anyone's disapproval to matter. Neida kept chasing him and he allowed himself to be caught. That never happened with us.” She sighed and rose.

  He glanced up at her. “Are we finished discussing Braden?”

  “You bought him up. Not me. So I am if you are.”

  “Good. Then we can move onto other things.”

  “Such as?”

  He caught her hand and urged her back down onto his lap. “Such as this.”

  She couldn’t deny the tingle she felt or the fact that his cock was hardening under her ass. “What are you doing?”

  “I'm
savoring the absolute joy of having you on my lap while we're both wide awake. Straddle me.”

  She moistened her lip and turned to look at him. “I’m married.”

  “I know. I've met the undeserving bastard. Straddle me.”

  “I’m married,” she said again. “Don’t you care?”

  “No.” He shrugged. “Maybe I would if he hadn’t walked out on you.”

  “He didn’t walk out on me. He took a job in Japan.”

  “And left you here. If he’s fool enough to leave you alone and unhappy, he shouldn’t be surprised when a more discerning man comes along to keep you company.”

  She shook her head and rose. “He has a right to expect me not to stray the moment his back is turned.”

  “And what the hell do you think he’s doing? Taking cold showers and beating his own meat?”

  “I doubt he hopped into bed with another woman the moment things went wrong between us.”

  “You’re still angry because I screwed up with Tasha and Kia.”

  “I know you screwed them, but did you screw up?”

  “Big time. I shouldn’t have walked out when you asked me to stay. That won’t happen again.”

  “I won’t ask you to stay again and you can fuck whoever the hell you like, Elkhorn.”

  “I’d like to fuck you, but you already knew that. Didn’t you?”

  She lowered her lids and shook her head.

  “Have you ever wondered what happened the day you told Bray you were married and pregnant?”

  “I know he was hurt but—”

  “He wasn’t the only one hurt. He called me and we sat around drinking until we puked. But it didn’t help. That was one of the worst days of my life. I felt like all hope and joy was ripped from my world.” He reached up to caress her breasts. “And now it’s not.”

  She stared down at him, feeling his anguish. “But you never said or did anything to indicate you had feelings for me.”

  “Of course I said things to tell you how I felt. You just chose to pretend it was meaningless flirting.”

  She sucked in a breath and stared into the dark brown eyes that glittered with a fire and passion that left her shaken.

  “So he can expect all he wants from you. From me he should expect that I’m going to take full advantage of his mistake.” He rose and brushed his lips against her cheek.

  She inhaled slowly. Reminding herself that he was one of Braden’s younger brothers did nothing to alleviate the desire roiling inside her. But she had to get a grip on her emotions before she lost control of the situation. She leaned away from the lips just inches from her mouth. “You should go.”

  “Yes. I should, but I’m not going to.” He slipped an arm around her waist and drew her close. “Not unless you insist that I do.”

  Once she insisted, the problem would be solved. Only, instead of insisting he go, she turned her head. Their lips brushed. The touch of his mouth recalled those sweet, stolen kisses so long ago and she felt a jolt that made asking him to leave out of the question.

  He’d spent the last four days fucking other women. But she just didn’t care.

  He drew her into his embrace and his warm, insistent lips covered hers, urging and cajoling them apart.

  She leaned closer, placing her hands against his shoulders, promising herself that she would not allow more than a few moments of harmless foreplay. But the passion in his kisses and the big hands stroking down her body to cup her ass, made nonsense of any continued pretense that she didn’t want him to fuck her.

  Uncaring of the consequences of what she was allowing and encouraging, she slipped her arms around his neck and shamelessly surrendered to the thrill of the passion he aroused in her.

  Raining kisses on her mouth and neck, he slipped his hands up her dress, into her panties. Gripping her ass cheeks, he pressed her lower body into delicious intimate contact with his.

  Shuddering with desire, she promised herself that she wouldn’t allow things to go beyond a few more kisses and a minute or so of heavenly grinding. Maybe. Just maybe she’d allow herself to touch his cock. Maybe stroke it. Lick it. Suck it. But no more.

  That idea died a quick, painful death as she savored the beguiling length hardening against her. As she dragged her lips from him, she was surprised when he suddenly swept her off her feet and into his arms. Still kissing her, he carried her across the room, positioned her against the wall, unbuttoned her blouse, and rained a series of heated kisses down her body to her stomach that sent a rush of moisture flooding her pussy.

  Then, without giving her chance to catch her breath, he pushed her dress up, her panties down, and buried his fingers and his tongue inside her.

  And oh God. Pleasure. Unadulterated and heavenly. She moaned and was immediately lost to any remaining sense of decency.

  After the first few feverish forays inside her, he settled down to eat her to the most satisfying non-intercourse climax she’d ever experienced. When she came, she clutched his head close and moaned with pleasure.

  He eagerly lapped at her soaked channel for several sweet moments before he rose, pressed his body against hers and kissed her. As she accepted his thrusting tongue in her mouth, she felt his hands moving between the bodies. Still basking in the afterglow of her sweet release, she felt his fully erect cock pressed against her belly. Lord, he was so long and thick, her pussy wept with anticipation of the sweet invasion yet to come.

  She opened her eyes and looked up into his beautiful dark eyes. “Raven—”

  “Cheré. My cheré, I’ve waited so long for this moment with you. Please tell me you want this too. Please.”

  “I do,” she assured him. “God help me, I do.”

  “You’re not going to stop me?”

  “No,” she whispered. She reached down to caress his shaft, pulsing against her belly. “I want...I need this deep inside me. My pussy is yours. Take it. Invade it.”

  He shuddered against her. “At last.”

  Seconds later, she guided his fully erect flesh to her entrance. And Lord, it felt good. Filled with a lust for even more illicit pleasure, she stroked his balls before closing her fingers around him again. “Push it in,” she encouraged in a soft, wanton voice.

  He burned heated kisses against her parted lips. “How much of it do you want, cheré?”

  “All of it...I’m burning. Don’t stop until you have every inch deep inside me. And then push in deeper.”

  “Like this?”

  She gasped when he suddenly gripped her hips, and slowly but steadily impaled her pussy on his cock.

  He was hard and deliciously thick. And raw. Feeling him fully seated inside, all her nerve endings came alive and for several moments, she felt breathless. And hungry to having him fuck her. Then he stroked leisurely in and out and she shook with joy. Lord. Her pussy had never been so full or so stretched. “Oh. My. God. Elkhorn!”

  “Do you like it?” He rotated his hips and slowly stoked in and out of her. “Do you like having my cock so deep in your sweet, sweet pussy?”

  Like was not the word. She nodded mindlessly, tightening her vaginal muscles around him. “Good. Good. So good.”

  “Oh, fuck, cheré. I knew you’d be sweet, but you’re even sweeter than I Imagined you’d be.” He slid his hands around to cup her ass and burned her lips with kisses until she couldn’t breathe. Then with her pinned against the wall, he rotated his hips and leisurely stroked his raw cock, in and out of her unprotected pussy creating the most luscious sensations she'd ever felt.

  Jolts of pleasure danced through her each time he slid balls deep back inside her. She clung to him, her eyes closed, her world revolving around the sweet, heat of the cock taking complete possession of her pussy as no other man ever had.

  She’s had her share of good lovers, but none had ever taken sex to such heights that each deep stroke felt like the sweetest gift a man could give a woman. It was almost like discovering the joy of sex for the first time—when it was no longer uncomfor
table and just felt so damn, fucking good she couldn’t part her thighs fast enough.

  With his cock buried deep inside her, his lips and hands creating sensual havoc everywhere they touched, she experienced a primordial yet serene feeling of belonging no other lover had evoked in her. It was almost as if as he were stamping her heart, body, mind, and soul as his exclusive property. And she had never been happier to be branded.

  Nothing had prepared her for the wonder of feeling as if he adorned and cherished her with each delicious foray inside her. But he wasn’t just stroking un-stroked depths of her pussy. He was in her soul. Marking each fiber and nerve ending of her as his. And he wasn't just fucking her or even making love to her. He was erasing the memories of all prior lovers. Because all her former lovers paled in compassion to what he made her feel. There was only him. No other man had ever really made love to her. They had just prepared her for these wonderful moments when she could revel in his total possession.

  Within seconds of his entrance, a deep pleasure and satisfaction filled her heart, mind, and body. Overwhelmed by the conviction that they were sharing a rare and sweet experience few lovers ever enjoyed, she eagerly held him close as he fucked the sweetest cock in the world up inside her pussy and straight into her heart. And she was lost to all but him.

  And when he groaned, and she knew she was about to come, instead of insisting he pull out, she clutched his ass and ground herself against him, eagerly accepting the copious seed he shot deep inside her.

  With her heart filled with an unexpected exhalation and her pussy weeping with joy, she encouraged him. “Oh, God! Yes. Yes. Fill me with your cum,” she whispered, shuddering to a second, delicious climax.

  When he finally stopped coming and leaned heavily against her, she turned her head and pressed a tender kiss against his warm lips. “Oh. My. God. Raven Elkhorn.”

  “Is that a good oh God Raven Elkhorn?”

  “Yes. Oh. Yes. And oh hell yes.”

  “Did I please you?”

  Her mind might be in love with Hank, but her pussy was heady over heels for Raven. “You lit a fire in my belly and an ache in my pussy and then quenched it with the most extreme and delicious prejudice.”