by C. L. Parker
“That looks so sexy. Feels so fucking good,” she moaned, moving her hips with more purpose as she grabbed the back of the chair. Lanie only ever used the word “fuck” when she was pissed or when something I’d done to her felt particularly pleasant. Naturally, I loved hearing it.
Back and forth, she rocked over me, milking me for her own pleasure and giving it back to me tenfold. I was about to lose my damn mind, but managed to stave off my orgasm so that she could reach hers first.
I was rewarded for my efforts when I felt the walls of her pussy constrict even more around my cock and she began to move in a deliberate rhythm. Her lips were parted and her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the sensation. She was almost there, about to combust, but she needed more. I knew her body better than I knew my own, so I could read the signs. She needed the man she gave herself to willingly to take control and stake his claim.
“Give it to me, woman,” I encouraged her. “Come on my cock.”
I grabbed hold of each cheek of her perfectly round ass, lifting her and slamming her back down. I forced her hips to roll forward before doing it again and again and again. I could hear her fingers digging into the leather on either side of my head, and then her head fell back and her body seized as she cried out my motherfucking name with her orgasm.
I didn’t waste a second. There was something I had wanted to do with her since that first day I found her in my entertainment room amidst the chaos she had provoked with the damn remote. I secured my arm around her waist and lifted us out of the chair before carrying her over to the pool table. She continued to roll her body in my arms unabashedly, still milking her orgasm, and the distraction nearly made it impossible for me to walk, but I managed to get her there.
With my other arm I swiped the billiard balls out of the way and laid her down, never leaving that sweet little slice of heaven in the process. Once she was safe, I pulled her hips to the edge, pushed her knees back, and spread her open with one leg in each hand. And then I thrust into her hard.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried out, and I stilled, mentally kicking myself in the ass for being so rough with her, especially after what she’d been through.
“Shit, I’m sorry, kitten. I … I didn’t mean to.” No apology was going to make up for what I’d done.
“No, it’s a good fuck,” she said, breathing heavily. “I promise, I’m okay. Better than okay, actually. That felt so incredible. It’s what I need, Noah. Don’t hold back on me. Please.”
I was both stunned and relieved.
“Well, in that case, you might want to hold on to something because it’s about to get so much better.”
Lanie put her arms down at her sides and reached for the edge of the pool table, holding on for dear life. I grabbed her hips once she was secured and let her legs wrap around each of my arms. Then I pulled back before slamming into her again. The test drive proved everything was a go, so I let loose, driving into her furiously and with a quickness that left me panting.
Her breasts bounced to and fro with each thrust and my balls slapped against her ass with each unrelenting drive of my cock. Deeper and deeper I thrust inside her. Lanie got very vocal, her head thrashing back and forth. I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead, but still I continued to fuck her with reckless abandon.
And then I looked down at where we were joined, watching as my cock slid in and out of her tight pussy.
“Fuck, woman.” I growled, unable to look away. “Your pussy is so … goddamn … mine.”
My hips slammed into her over and over again, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. My thick cock stretched her tight opening and it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. The veins on my dick were supercharged with my pulsing blood, and the skin was coated in her wetness, the section that had been inside the firm grip of her pussy colored a deep pink from the friction.
Everything that had been building inside me snapped and I shut my eyes tightly to the unbelievable sensation of my orgasm. I growled, feeling my cock throb and pulsate inside her. Slamming my hips into her one final time, I came, spewing my seed inside the woman I would do any fucking thing for.
Once I’d given Lanie all I had to give, I pulled out of her and loosened my grip on her hips. It was then that I noticed how hard I’d been holding on.
“Shit, I’m sorry. That’s probably going to bruise.” I leaned forward and placed lingering kisses on each red mark like I could actually kiss them and make them better.
Lanie’s fingers went to my hair and I laid my head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat. To my surprise, I found that mine was synchronized with hers. As corny as it sounded, we’d become one. And I knew it was true: no matter what happened with David Stone or the whole fucked-up fiasco of the contract, nothing was going to come between us.
I meant it when I said I’d do any fucking thing for her. Even if I had to give up everything, be shamed in the public eye, and steal away with her to some deserted cabin in Alaska so she wouldn’t have to endure the embarrassment of everyone knowing what she’d done to save her mother’s life. I’d do it.
Because nothing was more important than her.
10
MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE
David
Goddamnit.
I checked myself over in my bathroom mirror. My gorgeous face looked distorted, but at least I’d managed to clean off the blood and bandage the open wounds.
They wouldn’t go to the cops. I was sure of it. They’d have to expose themselves in the process, and I was pretty damn sure prostitution and being involved in the human slave trade would carry a much higher penalty in the long run than what I’d almost done.
It wasn’t supposed to have gone down like it had, though.
I’d planned it perfectly, or so I thought. Step one: make my proposition to the whore, threaten to expose their whole sordid affair, and bank on her natural gold-digging tendencies to seal the deal. Step two, my personal favorite: fuck her blind, let her know what she was missing by dissin’ Big Daddy Dick, and leave her begging for more, all while waiting for Crawford to walk in and catch us in the act. And then the pièce de résistance: sit back and relax while I watched the bane of my existence go all self-destructo with the knowledge that I’d claimed yet another one of his prized possessions for my own.
But my shit had backfired on me. Delaine didn’t accept my proposal, which meant Crawford wasn’t going to see us bumping uglies. I hadn’t figured on there being an actual physical altercation, not that I was sorry for knocking the bitch one. She needed to learn that this was a man’s world and she’d do well to stay in her place. But then Noah had come in and busted my shit up.
“Fucking dick,” I scoffed into the mirror before I walked into my office and poured myself a stiff one.
Swirling the dark amber liquid in my glass, I headed over to the window and looked out over the city. My city. I fucking owned it, or at least I would.
I winced when I took a drink and the glass made contact with my busted lip. A drop of alcohol landed right on the cut, stinging like hell and adding insult to injury.
“Goddamnit!” I roared, and threw the glass against the closest wall. It shattered, coloring the white paint with sprays of whiskey while tiny shards of glass rained down onto the floor.
I swore under my breath and decided to leave it there for the cleaning crew, then turned back to the window.
What had gone down earlier was the result of poor planning on my part. I should’ve allowed myself a little more time with her. Not that he wouldn’t have wanted to kick my ass even if she had been a willing participant. It’s just that if that had been the case, his fist wouldn’t have packed quite as much punch. Wounded pride and a broken heart are a whole lot easier to deal with than a man with a superhero complex going on a Rambo rampage to defend his territory.
No matter—I still held all the power. Or at least I would before the night was through.
I didn’t have to fuck his girl to destroy him. I already h
ad that in the bag with the reveal I was planning for the board meeting on Monday. But I did have a point to prove. How many times had I tried to make the dumb fuck understand that women were only out for one thing? Money. Plain and simple. Gold-digging whores, each and every one of them.
Okay, maybe there was another thing they were out for as well: dick. They liked that shit, too.
When we were a couple of young punks, I’d tried to drill my theory on bitches into his thick skull, mostly because I wanted him to be available to hang with me on the weekends, or just whenever I needed a sidekick, but I believed what I said to be true. I’d seen my father change wives almost as often as he got a haircut. And every one of them left owning a little piece of his fortune—a fortune that should’ve rightfully belonged to me.
When we became adults, it was even more important for my partner to focus. I needed Crawford’s head in the game if we were going to make our fathers’ company soar to heights the old men couldn’t even imagine. If he was all googly-eyed over a woman, a fucking cunt, he’d be too distracted to put his best foot forward, and I wasn’t talking about the one attached to his third leg, either.
Chasing tail for the sake of getting laid was one thing. Allowing yourself to be pussy-whipped was something else entirely.
Crawford hadn’t listened to me. Fresh out of college when his parents died, he had inherited his half of the company and had a gorgeous woman on his arm, and I was all but forgotten. And not just by my supposed best friend. My father had looked at Noah with so much pride and adoration it was almost palpable.
He’d never looked at me that way.
Noah Crawford was a rising star, had everything I didn’t, and I was tired of living in his goddamn shadow.
Why can’t you be more like Noah, David? My father’s voice rang in my ears, a constant reminder that I would never live up to his expectations. I made mistakes; I was young, and I liked to party. But those mistakes were unacceptable to him.
My old man was weak, in my opinion. He shared his company with those fucking Crawfords when he could’ve claimed all of Scarlet Lotus’s success for his own. The goody-goody Crawfords and their Let’s donate a sizable portion of our profits to charities, give back to the community, do something good with the blessings that have been bestowed upon us.
Pfft. Those weren’t blessings. It was hard work, my father’s blood, sweat, and tears. But he never saw it that way. Truthfully, I think he was secretly in love with Elizabeth Crawford. I had seen the way his face lit up whenever she walked into the room. The bitch had him wrapped around her little pinky, and he’d have done anything she asked of him even though he could never have her.
Which just proved my point about the effect women have on men. And my dad wasn’t even hittin’ that.
Speaking of hittin’ that … I had a date.
I opened another button on my shirt, showing more of my bronzed chest of iron—because that was the way I liked it—and then I grabbed my keys. It was getting late. Scott would be closing up shop soon, and he would be waiting for me with a fantastic piece of ass and a fuckload of pixie dust. Damn, but I needed a hit of that. Both of them.
And then afterward I was going to borrow that little nugget of gold I knew he was storing in his office. It was nothing but paper and ink to him, but for me, it was the future of Stone Enterprises.
Lanie
Warm water surrounded our naked bodies as we lounged in the outrageously massive bathtub. Noah’s strong arms encased me and I closed my eyes to experience the sensation of the loofah he moved gently over my exposed breasts. My nipples had been in a constant state of arousal since I set foot in that house.
Funny, I had wanted to hate him so much back then. And there I was, hopelessly in love with the man who had purchased me with the sole purpose of having his wicked way with me whenever, wherever, and however he wanted.
The saying was true: sometimes it’s when we stop looking for love that love finds us. And usually it’s the person we least suspect who manages to lasso our heart and turn us inside out.
The Cooch was all for being turned inside out by the Wonder Peen at the moment. Or, for that matter, upside down and round and round. Insatiable hussy.
As if hearing her plea, Noah’s free hand wandered down my side and over my abdomen until his long, thick fingers could delve between the swollen folds at the apex of my thighs to give her a proper greeting. His deliciously scented breath ghosted over my neck before it was replaced by his hot, wet mouth.
Noah’s tongue was sinfully talented, his lips gifted with the ability to put all my senses on high alert. His teeth scraped my skin teasingly and I lifted my arm to wrap it around his neck. The loofah tumbled from his hand and he cupped my breast, his fingers gently rolling and tugging at the nipple. I could feel his hardness pressed to my lower back while the fingers between my legs explored every nerve ending within his reach. The delicious pressure of his lips, tongue, and teeth against the crook of my neck joined forces with the soft moans at my ear and drove me mad with need.
“Noah.” My voice was more like a breathless plea.
He never faltered with his manipulations. “Tell me what you want, kitten.”
The Cooch pulled out pen and paper and started making a list, but I ignored her. There would be so much more time for all the ways she could find for him to worship her later. I wanted to do something for him.
“You.” I turned in his arms. “I want to taste you.”
Noah groaned when I got on all fours between his legs and eyed him suggestively while licking my lips. The bathwater rocked with my movements, sloshing against the muscular plains of his abdomen. “Far be it from me to deny you anything you want.”
He used the brute strength of his arms to lift himself until he was sitting on the ledge. Water cascaded down his body as he took his dick in one hand and began to stroke it teasingly. Another long arm stretched toward me in invitation. “Come, Lanie, suck my cock.”
His words reminded me of my very first night there, the night he’d sat on his couch completely naked while smoking a cigarette. The skin on my arms pebbled from the memory and a pathetic, wanton mewl escaped my lips as I inched closer to him. When I was within reach, he buried his hand in the hair at the back of my head and guided me to the colossal appendage he had so graciously aimed toward my mouth.
Noah’s hand squeezed the base of his cock and a sexy groan escaped his throat when I took him into my mouth. I circled his tip with my tongue before engulfing as much of his length as I could fit into my eager cavern. My lips stretched around him when he brought my head closer. His hand fisted my hair and he lightly pulled me back and forth, back and forth. When he propped his foot up on the side of the tub and leaned back against the wall to watch me suck him, I suddenly turned into quite the exhibitionist.
I released him momentarily and dipped my head between his legs. Keeping my eyes on his face, I licked his balls, taking them into my mouth one at a time to gently suckle him.
“Goddamnit,” he moaned, and then his mouth dropped open and his chest began to rise and fall more rapidly.
My tongue made a path from the nook of his balls over his fingers and up his long shaft. Noah pushed my head down on him more forcefully and I could feel the crown of his cock at the back of my throat. My teeth lightly scraped against his smooth skin as he pulled me back and then pushed me forward again. His eyes were trained on my lips and I began to bob my head, sucking him deep. I swallowed and relaxed my throat to take more of him, moaning around the thickness in my mouth like it was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. Because it was.
“Fuck.” His voice was almost a whisper—a rough, barely controlled whisper. “You have no idea how good you look sucking my cock. Harder, kitten. Suck me harder.”
I sucked so hard my cheeks hollowed out. So hard you couldn’t have convinced me his cock wouldn’t be one giant hickey by the time I was done. Noah groaned and the muscles in his arms, chest, and abdomen clenched. Faster, ha
rder, deeper I took him while he watched with rapt fascination.
I could’ve died a happy woman with his cock in my mouth. Death by cockstrangulation.
He moaned my name and then his face twisted up. “Stop, woman. Stop.”
I kept going.
“No … fuck …” He growled and cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to release his cock. “I want to be inside you when I come.” He was breathless, the veins in his neck taut and his eyes dilated, hungry, commanding. “Turn around and hold on to the ledge.”
I mentally joined the Cooch in a cheer on the sidelines when we found out she was getting called in on the play.
I turned and spread my legs so he could fit between them comfortably, and I might have thrown in a back arch for good measure. When I felt his breath on the back of my neck, his chest pressed against my back, and his cock at my entrance, I nearly orgasmed on the spot.
His mouth was at my ear and I felt the tip of his cock slip between my folds, teasing me, never filling me with what I so desperately needed. I shifted my hips, trying to align my opening with his dick, but he pulled back, causing me to whimper at the loss of contact.
His breath caressed the shell of my ear with a voice that was deep and menacing, but I couldn’t fear him. “Which entrance should I use, Lanie? This one?” he asked, moving the head of his cock over my opening. “Or this one?” He slid the tip over my asshole and applied a slight pressure.
“Whichever one you want. Just like you won’t deny me, I won’t deny you.” My last experience with the backdoor entrance had been uncomfortable, even painful at first, but I still wanted to try it again. And I had indeed said I wanted to do something for him, so if he wanted to fuck my ass, then I was going to let him.
Noah chuckled in my ear, and even though I couldn’t see his smirk, I knew it was there. “Is that so? So brave, Lanie. So giving. I love how willing your body is, how shamelessly you react to my touch. I can’t wait to get my cock in your delectable little ass again, and I will. But this time, I think I’ll go … here.”
