The top tied behind her back and neck, and the small pieces of fabric that covered her massive breasts covered only her areola. However, she didn’t feel any awkwardness at wearing the skimpy outfit, because she knew that Houston was completely into her. While they had been on the helicopter, he had explained that his initial vision for Larger Than Life Love, Inc. had been to match up “bigger” women with the men who loved them, and he had initially wanted to be the first man to sign up. As it was, he ended up focusing more on the business side of things, and lost his insatiable desire for love. He needed to move forward from his past, and the fake women who had always thrown themselves at his feet simply didn’t help. When he thought of her, however, it made his past seem like a distant dream rather than a demon that had chased him for over thirty years.
Turning around, Amy is in awe of how sexy her ass was in the bikini. The roundness of each buttocks had always been a source of pride – now more than ever! She gave one firm smack to her rear, and with a smile, she put her large, sun glasses on and walked outside.
Houston was sitting beside the pool, sipping on a martini when he looked up and saw a goddess walking towards him. Her breasts swayed slightly with each step, and immediately he felt a stiffening in his organ. He stood up, and walked over to meet her.
“You look…amazing,” he said, in complete awe.
“You like what you see?” Amy asked playfully.
“Yeah…I do.”
“Good…let’s go for a swim,” she said, taking his hand.
“Okay,” Houston answered, being led away toward the water’s edge. Amy stepped in, and Houston felt that he was in heaven. In that moment, he knew that he had finally found the woman he had been longing for ever since his days in college. A smart, funny, gorgeous woman, who had some curves and knew how to flaunt them!
Amy dove into the water, and when she came up, her beautiful dark hair was lying flat on the back of her head. She stepped to Houston, and wrapped her hands behind his neck. She pulled him in for a deep, meaningful kiss. She told him more with that one kiss than she had to that point with all her words. Houston felt as if his legs had turned to Jell-O, and wondered if she felt the same.
She did.
As Amy slid her tongue in and out of his mouth as she began to feel wetness between her legs that had nothing to do with the water she stood in. She removed her right hand from behind his neck, and instead gently caressed the carpet of hair on his chest. Houston tenderly caressed her face, kissing her deeply. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she pressed herself against him, feeling the hardness of his tool against her leg. Slowly, she slid her hand down his chest, and down the front of his swimming trunks.
She took the enormous shaft into her hand, and Houston froze. She opened her eyes, and looked deeply into the dark chocolate of his own, and saw that he ceded all control to her in that moment. “I don’t think I want to swim, anymore,” she said seductively. “Where can we go that is private?”
“My…uh,” Houston said, clearing his throat. “My room…”
“Excellent,” she said pulling him out of the pool and into the house. When they reached his bedroom, she let go of his hand, and walked toward the bed, untying the knots that held the bikini bottom on. She heard him take a sharp intake of breath behind her when it hit the floor. Still facing away from him, she reached around and untied the knot on her back that held the top on, and finished with the knot behind her neck.
“Are you just going to stand over there, or are you going to come over here?” she asked in a low purr. Houston slowly walked over to her, and wrapped his arms around her, kissing the back of her shoulders while he fondled her engorged nipples. “Mmmm,” she hummed, and she reached behind her, and started pulling down his swimming trunks. When she successfully got them to the top of his thighs, she began to pull and jerk on his massive rod in earnest while he kissed and sucked her neck and right ear.
She turned around, and sat on the bed, displaying herself to him in all of her naked glory, and began to touch herself on her lady-button as she said, “Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to take your trunks off?” Quickly, he fully removed his swimming trunks, and left them lying on the floor.
He made to position himself to enter her, but she said “No…not yet. You’ve got to earn that.”
“How, he said, eyeing her hungrily.”
“You have to get my permission.”
“How do I do that?” the massive, force of a man asked.
“You have to use your manners…”
“May I please …”
“No. You have to do something for me first.”
“Anything,” he said, a note of pleading in his voice.
“Use your tongue,” she commanded. “Use your tongue, and I may give you my permission to fuck me.” Houston quickly moved to a kneeling position, and immediately began to caress her slit with the rough wetness of his tongue, playing with her nether lips and button as she immediately began to build to a climax. “Oh my God!” she yelled two minutes later, “lick that pussy!” This had the natural consequence of making Houston lick her faster, and within seconds, she was screaming in a loud shrieks of orgasmic pleasure.
“Please, may I now come into you?” Houston asked after drinking up every drop of her juices as they came forth from her cavern.
“If you ask correctly…maybe” she said, looking at him through the slits formed by her eyelids. She was incapable of fully opening them.
“May I please fuck you, mistress?” he asked, as politely as he could muster. This was not exactly what he had envisioned, but he was harder than he had ever been and absolutely loving it.
“Yes, you may…” she said with a wicked smile. “But you may not climax until I give you my permission.” With all the nervousness of a first timer, Houston positioned himself to enter her channel, slick with the dew of arousal. Slowly and painstakingly, he pressed himself into her, the sheer enormity of his massive unit distending and stretching her slit. “Oh my, you are big!” Amy exclaimed when the full length of his root was inside her. “That feels so damn good!”
Houston began to slowly slip in and out of her, and within moments, she was once more exclaiming with loud shrieks of climax. A few minutes later, as she was moaning in pleasure once more, he began to thrust faster and faster. He knew that he would soon be filling her belly with his seed, and so began to beg her for permission to climax.
“No! Not yet, but don’t stop!” she yelled, achieving an orgasm for a third time. But her directions were for naught, as with an almighty yell of his own, the tip of his instrument exploded with his secretion, immediately filling her channel, and spilling out onto the Egyptian cotton bed-sheets. He collapsed on the bed beside her, and fought to catch his breath.
“I thought I told you to wait for permission!” Amy said, playfully.
“I know, but…but you felt so damn good!”
“I’m glad you liked it,” she said, grinning at him. “I trust that next time you’ll do better at obeying orders.”
Raising up onto one elbow, Houston tenderly looked into the bright chestnut eyes that he had so quickly fallen in love with. “Next time?” he asked, seemingly unsure of himself.
“Next time,” Amy answered, confirming her statement for him.
“Amy,” the defeated playboy said, his eyes closed once more. “I think I love you.”
Amy thought this over for a moment, and looked at the beaten and scarred body of her love—the body of a bad boy who was turning over a new leaf—and softly whispered back, “I think I love you too,” and she fell into his arms, happy that she had found a man who truly loved her for her.
THE END
Rescued by the Alpha Bear
Leela Ash
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Prologue
One Week Earlier
“Dad, there’s something over here!” he heard a young boy call. This would complicate things. Conner did not want to be found, but he couldn’t bring himself to drag his broken body out of sight. Every ounce of his being was in agony, and even the sound of footsteps getting closer drilled through his head like a jackhammer to the brain. He wasn’t sure what happened, and a part of him knew he needed to hide before the boy with the piercing voice found him, but he just couldn’t move. He was bloody and naked. That would certainly traumatize a little kid, or at least scare the shit out of him, which he also wasn’t eager to do. Besides, he didn’t need a hospital to get better. He needed food and a lot of rest. But he couldn’t move, and when he tried, pain sliced through his body.
“Oh my god, Dad there’s a naked man over here. He looks dead!” the boy shrieked. That was followed by the sound of someone else – or the boy - running towards him. Conner wasn’t sure which, nor did he really care.
He groaned and grabbed his head as he tried to lift himself. Lights flashed before his eyes, and he fell back to the ground with a heavy thud, writhing in pain. He was dying; that’s all there was to it. Closing his eyes, he gave himself over to fate.
***
Lana paced outside the judge’s chambers as he went over the notes for the case to decide whether or not there was a case at all. In her gut she knew something was off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. It was a strange case. The defendant, Cameron Marks, had no priors. Hell, he had never even gotten a traffic ticket. But now he was being indicted with three assault charges and attempted murder. One of the women whom he supposedly assaulted couldn’t even finger him. But that could have been chalked up to shock, so it really meant nothing. It made no sense, but the detectives weren’t bringing her anything she could use. He seemed to be implicating himself, but not to the point of a confession. Something wasn’t right.
The door swung open and Judge Patterson strode from the room. He was such a serious man, and she could swear that he never smiled. Ever. Not that she had much to say on that account. Lana wasn’t sure how long it had been since she had last smiled or had a good time. She didn’t even want to think about how long it had been since she had enjoyed a man’s company. And that didn’t just mean getting between the sheets, either. She hadn’t had a date in months. She shook her head. This wasn’t the time to be going over her love life, or the lack thereof.
The judge walked past her and she followed behind, hoping to get this day over with. Already she had been in court three times, and she still had two major clients to meet with. The day was far from over, but at least after this she’d be done with court for the day. She walked by the defendant’s brother, who was here to support him, and shivered. She glanced back over her shoulder to find his dark eyes staring back at her. There was a strange intensity within the blue depths, as if he were trying to read into her very soul. Lana shivered again and, averting her gaze, quickened her pace to get back inside the court room.
Now he’s someone I could picture trying to kill someone.
The thought stopped her in her tracks. Could that be why the case was so messed up? Maybe Cameron was innocent? But if so, then why would he take the heat? Stranger things had happened. Brothers could be very loyal, even to the point of serving time for crimes they did not commit. And now that she thought about it, she knew she needed to follow her gut instinct. It had never let her down before.
The sound of the gavel rang out in the room. Everyone grew silent waiting for the judge’s decision.
“Regarding the case of the state versus Cameron Marks, for three counts assault and one count attempted murder, with insufficient evidence I am forced to dismiss this case. If and when evidence is collected the case can be refiled with the state.” He hit the gavel again. “That is all.”
That was it. Even the judge couldn’t find a reason to keep Cameron behind bars, and now Lana had her work cut out for her. She had to bring someone to justice at least. She gathered her notes and placed them in her briefcase. At her back she felt eyes boring into her. A shiver of fear ran up her spine, and when she turned around Campbell Marks was staring insistently at her again. Catching himself he looked away, but not before she registered his contempt. His eyes looked even darker and more sinister than they had in the hallway. The man really gave her the creeps, and the first order of business was having someone check into his background. Something about his demeanor had her on edge. He was not a nice man, but just because he wasn’t nice didn’t mean he was the one who committed the crimes.
Or did it?
Lana didn’t know, but she would find out, and soon; something smelled rotten in Denmark, and she vowed to discover what it was.
Chapter 1
Lana had followed Campbell Marks since the judge dismissed the case against his brother Cameron, and she’d seen a couple of things she probably shouldn’t have.
To make matters worse, he caught her.
Luckily, she had been in her car and was able to get away. It turned out Lana’s theory was correct. It wasn’t Cameron who had committed the crimes but his older brother Campbell, a man with a long history of violence and domestic abuse under his belt. He had assaulted his ex-girlfriend, and the two men she had cheated on him with.
Gross, she thought, talk about getting around. I’d be pissed too.
Even though she was thrilled that she’d been right, and her gut hadn’t led her astray, Lana wished she could kick her own ass. Since she decided to take the detective work into her own hands, she was now in a predicament she wasn’t sure how to get out of. She had evidence that she really couldn’t prove, which meant she couldn’t use it in court.
She realized too late she should have left the investigating to the police, but she couldn’t help it. She found herself wanting to prove that Cameron was innocent, even though technically it was her job to do the opposite. As the prosecutor of the case, she was going about it all wrong. To be honest, she wasn’t sure why she was so hell bent on finding out the truth. It was her job to prove without a doubt that someone was guilty. But in this case she couldn’t.
She was so engrossed in her own thoughts that she didn’t even see him coming. Campbell grabbed her and shoved her against the wall—hard. Lana didn’t have time to scream before his dirty hand covered her mouth.
“Don’t you dare make a sound, got it?” he hissed in her ear. Lana nodded, if only to get him away from her.
His stench made her gag as he rubbed against her and groaned. “Hm, you’re a big girl.” Then he had the audacity to roughly fondle her breast before backing away.
Now he was angry again. Talk about mood swings.
Lana was pissed. Any other time she wouldn’t have stood for that kind of behavior from a man, but this one just so happened to be holding a knife in his hand. Maybe things were worse than she thought. She could handle being groped. Hell, she could even handle being roughed up, but she wasn’t sure if she was up for whatever he was planning. She shivered in fear, thinking of the worst case scenario.
She began to speak but shook her head, thinking better of it. Sometimes talking got her in more trouble than it was worth. Maybe if she kept her trap shut he would leave her alone. But the likelihood of that was slim to none. This time she wasn’t able to get away.
“You stupid bitch, you should have stayed out of it. Cameron knew what he was doing. And now they’re after me.” Campbell jabbed his knife in her direction as if he were going to stab her. Lana didn’t fear many things, but in this case she certainly wasn’t feel
ing confident about her chances. An erratic man with a sharp weapon wasn’t a good mix—ever.
“He wouldn’t have gotten the time I would,” he continued, as if that explained it all.
She nodded, slowly understanding. Cameron was going to take the rap for his older brother. She already knew the two were only fifteen months apart, and they were closer than anyone could ever imagine. She shuddered. The things she had come across sickened her. They definitely weren’t your everyday ordinary family.
Cameron planned to do whatever punishment he got. He’d be out of jail and back on the streets before Campbell was able to commit another crime.
Maybe.
That was loyalty, and Lana shouldn’t have been surprised, but she was. She couldn’t imagine taking the blame for something she didn’t do, no matter how much she cared about the person.
She held up her hands in surrender. “Let’s calm down, Mr. Marks. I haven’t told anyone anything, and I won’t. I’ll forget about it all, and then we can go on with our lives like nothing happened. Okay?”
Campbell laughed wildly. “Yeah, like I believe that shit for a minute. I’m not stupid, you condescending bitch.” He ran a shaky hand through his dirty blond hair. “And people actually believe the shit you spew?” He stepped over her, and she cowered against the wall. As he leaned his face against her cheek, his hot breath whispered against her ear, “You’re going to pay for messing this up for me.”
Lana shuddered and gagged. The feel of his breath on her skin turned her stomach. “Please,” she said. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was asking for. At that moment she only knew that she wanted him away from her.
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