“Sleeping beauty is awake and I didn’t even need to resort to a kiss,” he says.
I pull my feet away from him and struggle to sit up. “Shit, sorry. I…have I been sleeping long?”
“A couple of hours,” he says.
“Ugh. And you’ve been sitting there how long?”
“Long enough to hear you murmuring my name in your sleep,” he laughs.
“I did not,” I say, blushing like a beet and with absolutely no certainty that my denial is the truth. How fucking embarrassing would that be?
“Errr. . .you did, little Laura. There was even some moaning involved. I would have given my right arm to slide into that dream of yours.”
“Ford,” I shout. “You gotta stop this.”
He moves closer on the sofa, resting his huge arm over the back and leaning in. “Why, baby girl. We’re both adults and we’re in this beautiful cabin, all alone. There’s nothing wrong with a little flirting.”
“A little flirting has a tendency to lead elsewhere,” I say.
“Exactly.” Ford eyes sparkle wickedly as he smiles.
“But we can’t,” I say with as much resistance as I can muster. “We shouldn’t.”
“No one has to know, Laura. Is that what you’re worried about? I’m not like my brothers. I don’t feel the need to constantly report on my personal life to my father. Roderick might think he’s the boss but I’m a free spirit outside of the company.” He reaches out to tuck my hair behind my ear and I can’t stop my whole body from shivering. “You see,” he says. “There’s something pretty damn magical going on here. Something that we’d be stupid to ignore.”
“Ford…” I whisper as he moves nearer. I can smell the clean scent of his skin and feel his warm breath against my cheek as he leans in to kiss my neck. Oh god that feels so good. It’s been less than twenty-four-hours since I had sex with Grant but I’m still horny as anything. My mind skitters over what he said. No one has to know. He would keep it a secret. It’d be like scratching an itch for both of us. We could burn off this sexual tension and tomorrow I’ll go back to my original plan of moving out of Casa McGregor and leaving all of this crazy behind.
I feel like I’m in a position where I’ll regret saying no as much as I will regret saying yes. Does that sound stupid? With Grant I felt an immediate emotional connection and I don’t understand how I can feel that same strength of connection with Ford. They are just so different. His lips travel slowly up my neck to just under my ear and I shiver again. “You smell so good,” he murmurs. “Like strawberries and cream.”
His hand moves to my waist, traveling slowly up to just below my breast. I’m expecting him to move in to squeeze but he doesn’t. I want his hands on me. I want him to be frantic and dominant, to use his size to make me feel small and overpowered. He could do it so easily but he doesn’t. Instead he moves to unbutton my shirt, parting the fabric so slowly I want to scream. All the time he’s looking at me as though he wants to gobble me up.
Ford is the Big Bad Wolf. He’s the Beast, but the way he’s acting, I could mistake him for Prince Charming.
I’m not wearing sexy underwear. It’s my plain cream cotton set but Ford doesn’t seem to mind. He traces a finger along the edge of my bra, right down into my cleavage then up the other side. He slides his finger just underneath the seam and does the same thing again. It’s slow torture as he gradually moves closer and closer to brushing my nipple.
“You getting wet between those pretty little legs?” he asks me, looking me right in the eyes. I can’t speak. My throat is desert dry so I nod instead.
“Good,” he says hoarsely. “Good. You’re going to need to be.”
I remember what he said about ‘monster’ and my pussy squeezes in response. I’ve never really thought too much about the size of a man’s cock before. My previous boyfriends had all be average so it was fine. Grant is the biggest I’ve had but if what Ford has said about his is true, I’m going to get to feel what all the fuss is about. Does size really matter? Is huge really better?
Maybe it’s the thought of me getting wet that makes Ford lose a little of his composure. His thumb tugs the fabric of my bra down and suddenly my nipple is bare and on show.
“Fuck,” he says, brushing it gently. “So pink and pretty.”
His lips close around it and he sucks, gently at first and then harder, making me moan. I don’t understand the physical connection between my nipple and my pussy, but it’s there. A buzz of nerve endings which make me feel crazy.
His hand searches out my other breast and squeezes and I’m lost in the sensation. My eyes are closed, legs falling open, ready for anything and everything Ford has to throw at me. I’m not expecting him to pull back and scoop me up as through I weight nothing, though.
“Ford,” I squeal as he strides towards the bedrooms. It seems Ford and Grant do have things in common.
“You want me to do you on the couch?” he asks, laughing.
“Who said anything about ‘doing’ anyone, and maybe you could just give me a little bit of notice.”
“What do you want me to say? Laura, just sucking your nipple has my dick pretty much bursting out of my pants. If I don’t pick you up and carry you to my room I think I’m gonna go crazy.”
He smiles down at me warmly as he says it and my heart melts. So cocky, matter-of-fact Ford is getting as frantic as I’m feeling. I love the fact that he’s strong enough to carry me. The feel of his hard body against mine is just too much.
Outside his door, he has no trouble turning the handle and he sweeps into a gorgeous, rustic-style bedroom. He lays me down on the comforter and tugs his shirt off over his head in one movement. My eyes feast on a body so amazing that I can’t even process my thoughts in words. Everything about him is so bulky; thick arms, heavy pecs, abs that look like they need their own time zone. His skin is tan and smooth and I know just how warm it will feel under my palm. I’m itching to touch him but he’s not coming closer. Instead, he strips off his jeans and socks and comes to kneel between my legs.
“Laura, Laura,” he says, bending down to nuzzle my breasts. “You look good enough to eat.”
His tongue slips across my skin leaving a wake of coolness. It’s only then that I realize that he hasn’t kissed me yet.
I don’t know how I feel about that. Kissing is intimate. In a way it can be more intimate than sex itself. He looks up at me, smiling. “Can I eat you, Laura girl?”
Oh god. The way he says it is so sexy and I’m lost, all possible resistance washed away. “Yeah,” I say softly.
He tugs at the button to my jeans, unzipping them and pulling them from my legs in a motion so fast my ass is lifted from the bed. Ford buries his face between my legs and inhales through the fabric of my panties. “Damn, you smell fucking amazing,” he says.
I’m not sure how true that is. It’s been hours since I had a shower but maybe that’s the way he likes it. I’m sure my panties must be damp. He tugs them aside and moans when he sees my pussy. Stroking a finger over my clit, he smiles when I squirm. “Little Laura is getting desperate. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you what you need.”
What I need is his tongue on my clit and he gives me that. He gives me that good. His mouth is so warm and I’m so swollen. He eats me like his life depends on giving me pleasure, holding my legs when I get wriggly and reaching up to squeeze my nipple when I’m close. Each slide of his tongue pushes me higher. He takes me to the brink, until I’m begging and begging…telling him not to stop…telling him I’m gonna…
Then he stops. I look down at him and he’s grinning so hard. “What…” I gasp.
“Listen little lady, I wanna feel you come when I’m inside you. I wanna get you over the edge with my cock. You don’t gotta get impatient. We got all night.”
As though he wants to illustrate the point, he fists his cock through his boxers and I forget all about how I was almost on the precipice of a delicious orgasm. Oh. My. Goodness.
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hen he said monster I thought there might be some element of bravado in the name. He said his ex-girlfriend gave it that title, and I thought that maybe she was just trying to boost his ego.
But no.
Monster is right.
His hands are huge and they struggle to accommodate its length and girth.
“You ready to see it,” he says, gazing at me through heavy lidded eyes.
I don’t think I really am but I nod anyway. I’m not going to admit that there’s a thrill of fear running up my spine.
He pulls just the front of his boxers down and I’m fucking speechless. Monster was an understatement.
Ford should be working in adult movies. He has the kind of cock that could take on the world. I swear he could club someone to death with it.
I never worried about the size of a man’s cock and the effect it could have on my insides before. I wonder about the woman that named it monster. Was that before or after he fucked her?
“You seriously think that you’re going to come near me with that thing?” I say. My eyes are stretched wide and he grins his signature sexy, laid back smile.
“I do, baby. I do. Trust me. I’ve got you slippery enough. All you’ve got to do now is relax.”
Relax.
How the hell am I supposed to do that?
“I don’t think I can,” I say.
“Trust me, Laura. If you can fit a baby out of it, you can definitely take what I’ve got to give.”
“Ugh,” I say, picturing my little lady stretching in labor. “That is not a good image to plant in my head right now!”
He laughs, shifting his body so it’s stretched over mine and letting the heavy weight of his cock flop onto my belly. Gazing into my eyes, he nuzzles my nose with his. “You fuss too much. Sometimes you just gotta lay back and take life as it comes.”
“Take Ford as he cums, you mean!”
“That too.”
I’m staring at his lips now, wanting his kiss so badly it’s almost a physical pain, but I’m not going to beg him to kiss me.
Thankfully I don’t have to.
The first brush of his lips is like the slip of satin over mine. I’m so hungry for him but I let him control the pace. I want to feel him in charge and I expect him to be demanding but his lips are soft and teasing, and by the time I feel the slide of his tongue over mine I’m half drunk and shivering.
I’m so enthralled by his kiss that I don’t notice him searching the nightstand for a condom. He manages to get it on with one hand and the finesse of a pro. Then he’s shifting his hips until the wide, blunt head of his cock nudges my entrance. I must feel myself tense which is completely the wrong thing to do and Ford must notice because he strokes my face and runs his fingers through my hair until I’m relaxing again. Then he starts to push.
The stretch is there almost immediately. I widen my legs, raising them just enough to give him a bit more room. By the time he’s in an inch I’m panting.
“That’s it,” he croons. “That’s perfect.”
“Fuck,” I mumble, digging my nails into his bicep. It’s not an intentional effort to make him feel some discomfort but rather my need to have something to grasp while he pushes deeper in.
Ford’s raised up on his arms, hips pressing slowly forward. He’s obviously used to this approach because he looks completely relaxed. I gaze between our bodies at the explicitness of his giant cock surging forward into my soft pink folds. It’s something to behold. A phenomenon I never thought I’d witness outside of porn. I’ll admit to having watched some huge-size clips out of general curiosity.
“You’re taking it good,” he says, with a breathless edge to his voice that wasn’t there before. He’s almost all the way in and it’s the first sign that his restraint is testing him in any way.
“I don’t think there’s more room,” I say.
“Trust me,” he pants. I wiggle my hips and he rests his weight on me and suddenly there is. He’s in so deep I don’t feel like I can move. I’m impaled and he has total control.
“Fuck,” I grunt, panting as I absorb the sensations.
He grins down at me. “I intend to.”
And he does. Oh he does.
Every thrust is ecstasy, the stretch just adding to the amazing sensation as he grinds against my clit. My mind empties of everything and, as I gaze up at Ford’s gorgeous face, I let my body go. He’s in control now, his hands grasping my breast then stroking down my side to grab hold of my ass. The press of his fingers sends me higher, his dominance perfect in the moment.
I’m fucking Ford.
Everything I made him promise would not happen.
Oh my god. If he wasn’t inside me he’d be getting a roasting. And if I wasn’t starting to feel my orgasm climbing again, I’d be disappointed with myself. As it is, all I can be is fucking ecstatic. “Oh,” I gasp, grabbing his arm and digging my nails into his flesh.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, princess,” he grunts. Then he’s swooping his arm beneath me and pulling me so I’m sitting in his lap, my legs clutched around his big body, pussy stretched to capacity by his monster cock. “Does it feel good?” he asks and I moan, clutching at him as he grabs me by the hips and moves me up and down in a punishing rhythm. “Mmm…” I moan because it does, it does and I’m so close I that I scrunch up my eyes and pinch my nipples between my fingers and I then I’m coming and coming and coming around his thick cock.
“That’s it, Laura,” Ford rumbles as I go limp in his arms and let him use my body like a rag doll. “Told you I’d make you come,” he says but his voice is sounding strained and I can tell, for all his bravado, that he’s about to come himself. He tugs me forward, burying his face in my neck and taking hold of a huge handful of my hair as his cock empties inside me. The way his body shudders is about the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt and I reach around, holding him against me.
My mind is scrambled, body wrung out and limp but I don’t want this moment to end. I want to relish the feeling of him softening inside me. I pant, trying to take in enough air to sate my depleted body. Ford is panting too, a thin sheen of sweat covering his smooth back.
Even soft, his cock still feels like it’s touching my internal organs. I’m hoping it might be easier for him to pull out that it was for him to push in.
I wish I could say that I immediately start to question my actions in the aftermath of some of the best sex I’ve ever had, but I don’t. Moral values out of the window. I’m a sweaty, breathless wreck, probably ruined for any man who comes after Ford, and all my inhibitions have been fucked right out of me. Ford starts to laugh breathlessly, licking my earlobe and telling me I’m perfect and I want to tell him that he’s perfect too, but I don’t get the chance.
There’s no time to relish this moment with Ford because there’s a noise by the open door and when we both turn to see what’s made it, we find we have an audience.
12
What the fuck are they all doing here?
I look to Ford, immediately thinking the worst. Did he plan this? Take me away to seduce me, then tell his brothers to come later so that they could join in. Was this part of Roderick’s plan? A ploy to get in another McGregor into my panties?
Just as our eyes meet, he tugs the comforter up over my body and rolls himself so that his body is between me and the door.
“You need to get the fuck out of here,” he says in a low warning voice. If I hadn’t just experienced the gentleness of Ford’s touch, I’d be fearful of him now. He’s seriously pissed off and that tells me that he definitely didn’t know.
“You planning to keep her all to yourself?” a voice asks. If I was to guess by the tone, I’d say it was Aaron. “Don’t think that will go down too well with Dad.”
“Aaron, don’t start with me right now.”
“What you going to do, Ford? Hit me with your cock!”
“Don’t push me, Aaron. You might be my brother but that doesn’t mean I won’t deal with you if I have to.”
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“Come on,” another voice says. It’s softer. Donnie, I think. “This was a bad idea.”
“We’ll be in the den.” That is definitely Elliot. What the hell is he doing here? Doesn’t he listen to anything I say?
The sound of footsteps gets gradually more quiet as the McGregor brothers retreat. Ford, whose body was coiled so tightly, relaxes. He looks down at me, worried. “You okay, Laura girl?”
He strokes my cheek, and I feel the burn of tears in my throat. I shake my head, not trusting myself to speak.
“They shouldn’t have come. They certainly weren’t invited. I need you to believe that.”
“I guess our secret isn’t going to be a secret for very long. I bet Aaron’s already put a call into headquarters to let your dad know that brother number two has scored a home run.”
“It’s not like that, baby,” he says. “It wasn’t like that for Grant and it certainly isn’t like that for me.”
“So what’s it like for you?” I ask.
“I saw a girl who has everything I look for and I wanted to know what it felt like to get close to her. If you like me enough for this to be more than a one-night thing, then I’d be fucking made up, but if not, there’s no hard feelings. Life’s too short to stress about everything all the time.”
“But what about your father’s plan? Are you up for that. . .sharing me with all your brothers?”
“Well…” Ford pauses for a little, resting his head on his hand, stroking his finger over my collar bone. “I’d be lying if I said that it’s something I’ve always wanted. We might be an unusual family, but I still grew up reading all the same books as you and seeing all the same TV shows. I know what life is supposed to be like; one man, one woman, a couple of kids and a dog. I get the fantasy behind all the fairytales.”
“But you’re prepared to compromise?” I ask, cupping his cheek with my palm, wondering at this strong and sensitive man. He’s so much more than I initially thought.
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