Love Unbound

by Cassandra Dee

  Steam practically poured from her ears.

  “You know what? You do have no personality,” she spat. “That’s why no woman is ever going to love you.”

  Oh yeah? That’s where you’re getting it wrong, sweetheart.

  “I don’t need love,” was my low growl. “Love isn’t real, anyway. Sex is real. And I’m a fucking master.”

  That just got her even angrier.

  “I bet you’ve never made a woman come in your entire life!” she screamed, cheeks red. “It’s too hard for you!”

  Before we knew it, and without really realizing it, we were suddenly standing only inches apart. The girl looked livid, but I read the situation as I saw it. Something came over me, and I launched.

  I grabbed her face, pulling her into me before crashing my mouth down on hers. We kissed each other for quite a while, and it was amazing. Her mouth was delicious.

  Holy cow. If Naomi was this good from just kiss, how could I resist doing more? But resistance was unnecessary. This was exactly what was supposed to happen.

  Chapter 6

  Naomi’s Many Climaxes

  I was still furious with Joshua, but the man was an incredible kisser, that I had to admit. His lips were masterful on mine, making my knees go weak and insides pulse with need.

  I reached my hands around him, pulling on his hair and scratching his neck while we continued to kiss. It somehow felt angry, but also so hot. Our hands began to explore each other’s bodies. Arousal rushed my form, but also rage. Why did this man have to be irresistible?

  We were close enough to where I could feel him. His hard cock pressed into my body insistently, and I moved against that stiff pole. His hands reached up my dress and began to squeeze my naked breasts. My nipples grew harder under his touch, pussy already so wet.

  With that, the man tore of my dress. Ripped it right down the middle, discarding the rags with a sly grin. But I got him then.

  Because those blue eyes widened at the sight of my naked body, mouth opening with lust. I still had a small pair of panties on, and his hands went straight for them, ripping those off as well.

  Oh god. I was completely nude in front of this man, big boobies bobbling as my pink slit gleamed.

  But before I had time to reconsider or process what was about to happen, the alpha picked me up and put me onto the edge of the kitchen counter, pulling me into him. His belt was undone in a flash, that huge cock out.

  And then it was my turn to gasp because he was absolutely enormous. At least ten inches, that massive cock a deep purple with a throbbing vein running on the side. I wanted it bad, and the man chuckled hoarsely then. He slapped his hard dick against my wet pussy, making me moan.

  “I’m on the pill,” was my whisper. “I’m safe.”

  He grinned, pleased with the news. And with that, the alpha began to make an entrance. Oh god, he was so big! My pussy tensed at first, refusing to let him in. But the man reached between us and pinched my clit, growling in the back of his throat.

  “Take it,” he rasped. “Relax and it’ll feel good.”

  I breathed deep, closing my eyes, and then willed my pussy to unclench a bit. And with that, he slid in all the way, balls to the wall, the full ten inches. Oh god! I felt like I’d gotten the wind knocked out of me while straddling a giant monster that touched my sweetest spots.

  “Oh!” was my helpless mewl.

  Those blue eyes gleamed.

  “You like that?” he rasped.

  “Oh yeah,” I sighed, arching my back while closing my eyes, trying to get him deeper. “Oh yeah.”

  And it worked. His dick fit inside me perfectly, my pussy a glove on his hardness. I was worried, since he was really big, and I was really tight. But I squeezed my internal muscles, and Josh groaned in response, chest and ab muscles straining.

  The alpha kept me on the counter, thrusting in and out of hard and fast. He never slowed down, and he didn’t stop hitting the right spot, delicious and tingly. I was amazed that he knew exactly where to go and what to do, making my body shiver.

  His hands gripped tightly on my sides, occasionally finding their way up to my breasts, where he would squeeze the lusciousness. He even smacked my nipples sometimes, making me mewl and cry out. Little bolts of lightning shot from my breasts to my cunt like they were attached, intensifying the ecstasy.

  I reached out to his arms, running sharp nails down his skin, digging into tan, masculine flesh. The powerful thrusting forced me backwards on the counter, my butt sliding along the cold, smooth marble.

  And then it happened. Without any warning, my pussy clenched once, hard, before dissolving into a series of tremors. I screamed as loud as a banshee, the man pumping like a demon now. He loved it, watching my reaction with gleaming blue eyes.

  “I can’t get a girl to come, huh?” he panted, still thrusting into my tight puss.

  I bit my lip. “Is that all you got?” was my breathy challenge.

  That brought out the animal within. Josh pulled out like lightning, pulling me off the counter in one swift move and spinning me around before bending my curvy frame over. My cheek hit the counter, and his hand ran up my head, keeping in planted there.

  And with no warning, he was in me again, this time from the back. Oh god, the man was so big and I mewled and writhed, getting pounded so hard doggy style. I screamed my submission, loving it at the same time.

  Because the man was rough, and his strength made it nearly impossible to move. And yet my pussy clenched around his hardness, spasming wetly, eating that cock whole. Oh yes. He was filling my eager twat nicely, using it for his means, and I loved it. I loved the way he fucked me. I wanted to push past all of my fears and see all of what this man could show me.

  Suddenly, the alpha began to rub my clit while he fucked me. The delicious friction was enough to send me over the edge with the contrast between the deep massage on my sweetest spot and vicious pounds to my pussy.

  Clearly, our hateful passion was morphing into pure desire and want. I couldn’t stop moaning his name, and Josh was a machine, barreling forwards and refusing to stop.

  As I approached my second climax, I bucked as hard as possible against his force, backing my ass up into him. The man chuckled roughly at the challenge and raised his hand to smack my bottom with a big palm. Ouch! That hurt, but it was so good too, tingling and warm.

  I succumbed to his touch and gave into another orgasm, screaming at the top of my lungs.

  But even as I came, Josh didn’t stop fucking me from behind. He let go of my clit, tugged my hair, and pulled my head back so that I could see him upside down. He put his fingers in my mouth, and instinctively, I began to lick and suck on them.

  The man growled his pleasure, blue eyes alive while fucking me, pounding my throbbing cunt raw. I bit on his fingers, sinking my teeth into the massive digits. He eventually pulled them out of my mouth before smacking my ass again.

  But the show wasn’t over yet. Josh’s speed picked up to an inhuman level, and then with a bellow and a jerk, I felt him release. Boiling hot semen shot into my waiting cavern, pink pussy welcoming the virile fluid. I was surprised, but it felt oh so right, and the ejaculation drew out yet another intense orgasm. We moaned and melted together, and I could feel my pussy milking his cock spastically, pulling more and more hot jism inside.

  After we came down from heaven, Josh pulled out, that giant shaft gleaming with fluids. I thought he might collapse, given the gallons he’d pumped into me. But instead, the big man leaned down, pressing a kiss to my wet twat and probably tasting some of that hot semen from my snatch.

  “You ready for more?” he growled. “What do you say, Naomi?”

  And with a sweet smile, I looked at him over one shoulder, wiggling my bottom enticingly.

  “Yes Josh,” was my dulcet murmur. “More, please.”

  And with that, it was on again.

  Chapter 7

  Joshua Goes Out With Her

  I woke up the next morning still
thinking about the afternoon before. I’d had great sex before, but what had happened with Naomi was mindblowing.

  I contemplated fighting with her again just to see if we could wind up where we did the day before, but that seemed dumb. What was going to happen was going to happen, and there was no way to stop it. Besides, the woman was amazing. She’d taken my cock so well and was so into it, squealing and squirming like a wet kitten.

  And yet, where was the brunette now? I’d been tempted to pick up where we left off later that night, but Naomi never left her bedroom. Was she avoiding me after last night’s steamy session?

  Finally, I saw her downstairs, eating another bagel, sitting at the same spot she’d sat at before. Casually, I strolled to the fridge, poured my same glass of orange juice, and went for a bagel as well.

  What to say? I wanted to talk, but we hadn’t spoken since our combination fight and lovemaking session. And yet Naomi’s wouldn’t look at me, her attention fixed on her phone screen.

  So this time, instead of sitting at the couch, I joined her at the table.

  “Morning,” I said.

  “Morning,” she replied, barely audible.

  “How you feeling?” I asked her.

  She shrugged. “I’m okay,” still not looking up.

  “I didn’t see you at all last night afterwards.”

  “Yeah, I didn’t get much sleep earlier this week,” she said. “I was tired.”

  I didn’t buy it.

  “So what’s on your mind right now? What are you thinking?”

  Her head finally came up, meeting my eye. She hesitated for a moment.

  “I was thinking about going shopping later. I want to spend some money before my dad takes it away.”

  I was getting annoyed. The brunette was so frustrating. I knew she was thinking about the sex and yet she was talking about shopping? What the hell? I wanted to hear her acknowledge our session, and not just play it off.

  “You know, the shower’s big enough for two,” were my casual words. “Want to head up there before you head out?”

  “You want to shower with me?” she asked, eyes wide.

  I grinned.

  “Sure, why not?”

  She colored then, a beautiful pink.

  “I prefer to shower alone,” she muttered, finishing the bagel and leaving the table. “I’ll go first this time.”

  I sighed, peeved at her resistance. But the girl was already gone, the sound of water coming from upstairs. Just then, I looked at my phone and saw a text from my mom:

  “How are things going with Naomi?

  “Ok.”

  “Are you two getting along?”

  “Yes, things are fine”

  “You better come home engaged, Joshua!”

  I didn’t reply, but another text pinged.

  “I’m not joking, Joshua. This is what’s best for both of you”

  “Okay mom.”

  “Good. Love you,” she wrote before signing off.

  I tossed my phone across the table, aggravated at my parents’ insistence. I wanted to just pack my things, get in my car, and drive as far away from the Hamptons as possible. Anything sounded better than going along with this program.

  But when the shower stopped running, I got to thinking about Naomi again. If I fled, things would be even harder for her, and in that moment, I didn’t want to abandon the female, even though we weren’t exactly friends. We had controlling parents, that’s all. So I decided to stick around. And since I was going to wait it out, I figured I would do what my mom suggested: work on it.

  After a while, Naomi came back down dressed up in a nice blouse and short skirt. My mind was about to cross into sexual territory again, but I didn’t want to scare her off.

  “So, you’re just going to go shopping today?” I asked casually.

  “Yeah, I’m going to go out for the day, then come back around sunset and lay out on the beach,” she replied. “What about you?”

  “I was thinking maybe I’d go with you,” was my casual reply. “I’ll drive us to wherever you want to go, and then tomorrow, we’ll go and do something I want to do.”

  She raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You want to go shopping?”

  “Not really,” I said honestly. “But, hey, you know, we should probably spend some time together if we’re about to get married.”

  She laughed. “We’re not getting married.”

  “I was kidding.”

  We stood there in an awkward silence for a moment.

  “You’d really do those things with me?” she asked again, nonplussed.

  “Look, Naomi, we’ve got to try here. I’m okay with trying. I’m okay with honestly telling my parents that we gave it a shot so it’ll get them off our backs, you know? We’re already here, like you said. So why not try to get along at least?”

  She pondered for a moment. “Okay. Then, go get cleaned up. I’ll be waiting by your Mustang.”

  And inexplicably, my heart turned over as she shot me a sweet smile.

  *

  Driving through the Hamptons, our conversation was easy. We were both anxious at first, but thankfully, Naomi and I settled into a good back and forth with each other. We were talking, listening to music while chatting, and we managed to make each other laugh occasionally.

  Of course, my job in the stores was usually just to hold the things she picked out while she looked for more things to pick out. It was mostly clothes. I was a little bored, but Naomi helped relieve my boredom by trying on lots of the clothes for me, many of which were sexy and revealing.

  “How many credit cards are you gonna max out?” I asked her.

  “I don’t know, why don’t I just spend it all?” she asked with a teasing smile. “I want everything in here.”

  “Hey, fine by me. Want any help trying things on? I almost worked at Macy’s way back in the day.”

  “So, you have had a job before,” she quipped. “I’m fine. I can take clothes on and off without any help, thanks,” she said, whirling around before prancing off.

  As she examined another dress, a cute girl near the perfume section shot me a friendly look. I smiled back, nodding at her. Unfortunately, Naomi saw.

  “All you men are alike,” she sniffed haughtily.

  “No need to get jealous, honey. We’re not married yet.”

  She sniffed again.

  “So we’re starting off our sham marriage with you checking out every piece of ass in a store?”

  I threw my head back and laughed then.

  “What can I say? I’ve never had a problem getting the ladies. Besides, girls like it when they see a guy with another woman. It sets off that competitive pheromone.”

  “Whatever that means,” she said, rolling her eyes.

  “You know, if we do get married, you can’t go around maxing out my credit cards. You’re going to have a budget, young lady.”

  “Who says you’re going to be the breadwinner, big guy?” she asked with an arched brow. “I’m the one with the degree, remember?”

  I laughed again.

  “Hey, I’m about to become a high-powered executive that runs his own recording studio, degree or no degree,” I retorted. “You better show me some respect.”

  She giggled too.

  “You better earn it, sir,” she murmured, shooting me a playful glance.

  Even though most of the morning and afternoon was more of the same, I highly enjoyed it all. It wasn’t just fun, it was oddly fulfilling. The day was really great … and I couldn’t wait to spend more time with this entrancing brunette.

  Chapter 8

  Naomi on the Beach

  Joshua and I lay out on the sand near the ocean and watched the sunset together. We were in a secluded section of the beach away from other eyes, where the only sounds were waves crashing against the shore.

  As the stars glimmered to life and the moon shone across the water, we decided to make a fire. Joshua gathered the wood and I lit the spark. It took a few min
utes for the fire to roar, but once it did, it burned hot and bright.

  I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to say it, but I did anyway:

  “You know, I always wanted to try doing it on the beach.”

  The alpha instantly looked at me, blue eyes flashing. “Oh really?”

  I smiled, hoping my red face was hidden by the twilight.

  “Yeah, I’ve been coming over here for years, but it’s all for surf and the sun,” I said. “I’ve never really had any fun.”

  His brows rose.

  “You’ve never made out with a guy on the beach before?”

  “Oh, well maybe a little,” I admitted. “But nothing too crazy.”

  And before I knew it, the male was suddenly leaning in to me, closer than he’d been all day. He ran his hand up my back, rubbing my neck and massaging my shoulders. It felt amazing. His strong hands knew exactly what they were doing.

  “Let’s get crazy then,” he said quietly. “I’ve had an amazing day with you.”

  Without stopping for an answer, Josh began to kiss my neck, continuing to rub my shoulders. At first, I wanted to stop him because what were we doing here? I didn’t want to encourage more of what had happened before, but it felt so good too with the way he was touching and kissing me. I also wanted to see and feel that amazing cock of his again, deep inside if possible.

  I leaned over, and we started really going at it then. His lips were sandy, but they were still smooth and delicious, traveling over to my breasts, squeezing and kneading. Our tongues began to meet, lightly licking and grazing. The heat from the fire didn’t feel as hot as I was feeling in that moment.

  I kept one hand on his broad chest and the other went down to his pants. Oh god, his cock was growing for me. I wanted him to put it inside of me, even if people could see us on the sandy beach. As far as I was concerned, it was worth it.

  Quickly, both of us were nude, and in less than a minute, he had me on my back.

  “Hurry,” I panted, spreading my legs, begging him with my eyes.

  “Not so fast, sweet thing. Oh shit, oh shit!”

  Because I was literally rubbing my tiny hole along his shaft then, coating him with my wetness. And the man couldn’t resist. Within two seconds, he was in me deep, both of us moaning with excitement.