by Anthology
My hands grab her wrists as I slam them against the door next to her head. “I am going to remind you exactly why you want this. Why it’s good for you.”
She moves to open her smart-ass mouth but I shut her up with mine. “No talking, unless you’re screaming my fucking name.”
I release her hands, moving mine to the top of the t-shirt she is wearing, ripping it straight down the front.
I hear her gasp. “Are you—”
I clamp my hand over her mouth. “One more warning, then I find something to put in that pretty mouth of yours to keep it quiet.”
I remove a hand, giving her full lips a quick kiss before licking a trail from her mouth down to the middle of her breasts. Making quick work of the rest of her clothes, I have her naked in no time. The woman has a body constructed for every kind of pleasure imaginable. I pick her up, taking the few steps to the bed and tossing her onto it, enjoying the way her tits bounce as she lands on the mattress.
I take my clothes off as quick as I can. “Remember what I said. Keep that gorgeous mouth of your shut unless it’s screamin’ my name.” I grip her ankles and pull her until her ass is at the end of the bed. I kneel on the floor, making me the perfect height so her pussy is right in front of my face. I glance over at her and she is balling the sheets in her hands already in anticipation.
I slowly trail a finger around her lips, never touching her sweet spot. “This where you want me?” She doesn’t answer me. “Tell me. You want my fingers, my tongue, my dick? You want me to fill that tight pussy till you’re soaking my sheets with your juices?”
“Yes!” She screams and I smile.
I lay my hand flat over her, not surprised that she’s already wet. “Did you touch yourself when I was gone? Did you make yourself come imagining it was me?” Her thighs clench together. I slowly rub my hand up and down. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me how you made yourself come thinking of me.”
“God, yes I did. Is that what you wanted?” Her voice is strained.
“Yeah, it is. Just one more thing.” I don’t continue, I just watch her until her head looks up at me. “Whose pussy is this?”
Her mouth drops open a bit as she shakes her head. I shrug and pull my hand away from her. “I hate you.”
“You don’t, but it’s okay. One little word, and you get it all. Whose pussy is this?” I arch an eyebrow at her.
She huffs. “Yours.”
Hell yes. “Good choice. Remember that, firecracker.”
I slowly slip a finger into her pussy, twirling it around as she groans. When I pull it out I insert another, slowly moving in and out, stroking her insides. When I blow a slow breath on her, she arches her back. “You’re starting to squeeze me, baby, you close already? You must have really missed me.”
She doesn’t answer as her head whips from side to side. I press onto her clit with my thumb, pushing hard and moving it into a circle as she explodes all over my hand, her screams filling the small room.
I don’t give her time to recuperate, I want to taste her. I dive into her pussy, sliding my tongue in and out as my thumb continues to put pressure on her clit. I alternate between licking her slow and flicking her insides quickly. I flatten my tongue, dragging over her until I reach her clit. “You ready for another one?”
Her head shakes no and her thighs slightly shake under my hands. I open my mouth, closing my lips over her clit before sucking it into my mouth and savoring it like it’s the most expensive delicacy. My name rips through her throat as she pushes herself farther up to me. I smile as I pull away from her, standing up to grab a condom.
I slip it on, then move to stand in front of her. “Turn around. On your knees.”
Her head shakes. “I can’t move.”
“Oh, baby. That’s too bad.” I reach for her waist, flipping her over quickly as she moans. “Move forward.” She slowly inches forward onto the bed.
I slowly climb onto it behind her, trying to restrain myself. “On. Your. Knees.”
She groans as she rises, her round ass presented to me like a damn award. I slowly rub it in circles before lifting my hand and bringing it down hard. She yelps.
“You are mine. I will not share you, ever. You don’t want the title now, that’s fine. No more bullshit. I’m claiming you right here, right now. Whenever you forget that, remember this.” I smack her ass again, the pink of her skin making my dick feel like it’s going to burst.
My hand tangles in her hair as I pull her closer to my face. “You ready for me to claim you?” It’s a question but at the same time it isn’t. She’s mine already. There is no way I will be letting her go, at least not anytime soon.
She nods, wincing as the action causes me to pull her hair. I’m about to release her as a small smile crosses her face. “You like this?” I pull her again so that she’s even closer. “You like it rough, don’t you?” I bite down on her neck.
“Yes.” She groans as my teeth are still clamped down on her skin.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
I release her hair and she falls forward. Grabbing her hips, I slam into her and she screams. “Tell me how good this dick is. Tell me how much you missed it. Beg me to make you come one last time. Show me you deserve it.”
I ram into her, gripping her hips and using them to create more force.
“God, it feels so good.” She moans, her voice a breathy whisper. “I wanted it so bad when you were gone.” I push her upper back down, raising her ass more so I can get deeper into her. “Please make me come again.”
Her pussy squeezes me tight and I reach around, pinching her clit. She comes all over, dripping onto the sheets below us and milking my cock the entire time. I can’t hold myself back anymore. I tense as I come, my fingers digging into her skin.
We collapse onto the bed together.
After a few minutes, when I catch my breath, I get up to get us a towel and when I get back she’s asleep. Deciding not to wake her but knowing I have shit to catch up on, I cover her and go into the living room.
I just told her she was mine.
I never thought I would want that, but with her I do.
Whatever comes our way we will handle it, together.
ALEXIS NOELLE
Alexis Noelle lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania with her husband, and two kids. On top a writing career, she is a full-time student and a full-time mom. She loves spending time with her kids, although she has to hide the computer from them when she is writing! She loves being active and being outdoors, especially if it involves any kind of shopping.
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THE BOSS ~ J.L. PERRY
CHAPTER 1
The beginning of the end …
HARRISON
The expensive black leather on my plush office chair, creaks when I slump back into it. I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration, as my secretary hastily spins around and runs out of my office in tears.
“Fuck,” I mumble under my breath a few seconds later when I hear the door in the reception area slam shut. There goes secretary number four, or is it five? Michelle, my Human Resource Manager, is going to have my nuts for afternoon tea. Just the thought of it has my balls wanting to climb up inside me and hide for their own safety.
Tilting m
y head back, I exhale an exasperated breath as my gaze moves to the ceiling. I start to count to one hundred in my head, because I know that’s roughly how long it’s going to take before she comes busting through the door.
“Eighty-seven … eighty-eight … eighty—.”
Wow. A new record.
“What the hell, Harrison,” Michelle screeches as she comes barrelling into my office. As frustrated as I am right now, a smile tugs at my lips. I know her like the back of my hand.
We met in high school, when she started dating my best friend, Ethan. Ten years later they married, and she’s been a pain in my arse ever since. Don’t get me wrong, I love her like a sister, but she’s a ball buster with a capital B. She keeps me, and her poor husband, on our toes. She’s also a constant reminder why I’m never getting married. Fuck that shit. I’m more than happy to keep playing the field. I don’t need no broad telling me what to do. I’m happy to date, but that’s as far as it goes. I think the longest relationship I’ve ever been in, lasted about a month tops. If I want to be henpecked, I’ll go to Ethan’s house.
I can’t blame my lack of wanting to commit to Michelle though, that ball firmly lays in my parent’s court. Their fucked up relationship was enough to turn me off ever settling down.
I hold my hand up in the air, stopping her before she says another word. She’s given me the same spiel three, or is it four times, over the past two weeks. I really don’t need to hear it again. I practically know it off by heart.
“Calm down Shell,” I say, leaning forward in my seat.
“Don’t you tell me to calm down, Mr.” Here we fucking go. I roll my eyes as I settle back into my chair. “You’ve had five secretaries run out of here in the past two weeks. May I add in tears? Two weeks, Harrison.”
“I have no tolerance for incompetence,” I point out, folding my hands behind my head.
“Well maybe if you stopped acting like a prick for five seconds and gave them a chance …”
Her comment gets on my nerves. “Listen,” I say leaning forward in my chair.
“No. You listen. I’ve worked my arse off trying to find you a perfect replacement. Every single one of them have come with impeccable references. They were all more than suitable for the job.” She sighs before continuing. “The problem here is you, Harrison. Why can’t you act like the guy I know and love when you’re at work? This isn’t the real you.”
I’d ask her the same question, but she’s a ball buster even when she’s not at work. In all honesty, I wouldn’t have her any other way. In her own twisted reality, she’s only doing it because she cares. I constantly need to remind myself of that. Underneath all that toughness, is a heart of gold, and she wouldn’t hesitate to give you the shirt off her back. I trust her impeccably. She has my back, and only does what she thinks is best for me and my company. I can’t fault her, or her multi-fucking-personalities, for that.
She can be a raging bitch one minute and as sweet as pie the next.
“I didn’t get where I am today by being a pussy.” This is a cut throat industry. That’s why I’m so successful. I know what I want, and I’m not afraid to go after it. I’ve worked my arse off to get where I am. I used my shitty childhood to inspire me to be somebody. To earn enough money to not have to worry where my next meal was coming from. One thing I’ve learnt, is starvation is a really good motivator.
“Okay,” she says standing. When she straightens her shoulders I know she’s about to let me have it. “Maybe you should find your new replacement then, since my choices aren’t up to your standards.”
“Maybe I should.”
“Fine,” she snaps, placing her hands on her hips.
“Fine.”
Turning on her heels, she storms out of my office. Exactly like the secretary I just lost. Unlike what’s her name though, there’s no tears with this one. Hell would freeze over the day I made her cry.
Exhaling a large breath, I run my fingers through my dark hair.
Ethan deserves a damn medal.
I honestly don’t know how he does it. I asked him that exact question once, and his answer was simple—love. Fucking love. Is there such a thing? Lust maybe, but love? It’s not something I’ve ever experienced.
Minutes later, Michelle comes barrelling back into my office, dumping a large pile of motherfucking folders on my desk. “Good luck,” she says smugly, before turning to leave again. “Oh, and by the way,” pausing at the doorway, she glances at me over her shoulder, “there’s a family dinner tonight at seven. Don’t be late.”
* * *
“Knock, knock,” I call out as I push open the front screen door, entering the house.
“Harry,” I hear before I’m even through the doorway. She says it in a way that excites me, it’s one of those breathy kinda tones. Like the way I’d imagine her saying my name as I slid inside her. That sweet sound has all the blood in my body, rushing straight to my cock. I swear I could smell her before she even spoke. Plus, she’s the only person on this earth that gets away with calling me Harry.
I’m glued to the spot as my eyes drink her in. She looks even more beautiful than I remember. She’s tanned, she’s glowing … she’s fucking radiant. Hanna. Hanna Scott. The object of every dirty thought I’ve ever had. Christ. The things we’ve done together in my mind. Ethan would kill me if he knew what me and his little sister got up to in my head, he’d string me up by my nuts. Unfortunately, for those reasons alone, my dirty thoughts of her, will only ever be that. Ethan worships the ground she walks on.
“God, it’s been months,” she says. “I’ve missed you.”
Three and a half months to be exact, but who’s counting?
“Shrimp,” I say as she leaps off the lounge, launching herself at me. It’s sinful how right she feels in my arms. Jesus, that smell. I inhale deeply as I tighten my embrace. It’s my addiction. It’s fruity and flowery, distinctively her.
“Did you just sniff me?” she asks.
“No.” I chuckle. I so just sniffed her. “What are you doing here?”
Please don’t think of her tits. Christ, now I’m thinking of her tits, that are firmly pressed into my chest.
“I’m on a break. University doesn’t start back for another eight weeks.”
I find myself smiling. I like the thought of having her around for the next eight weeks. I hate to admit it, but I’ve missed her more than I should have. I was hoping once she moved away to uni, my secret obsession with her would diminish. If anything it’s only gotten stronger. She’s under my damn skin and occupying way too much space in my brain. Well the dirty thoughts part of my brain.
“It’s good to see you,” I say, ruffling her hair.
“You too.”
I’ve never lusted over a woman like I do her. Maybe that’s the problem. You always want what you can’t have. What I really need to do is fuck her and get her out of my system, but I already know that’s never going to happen.
Growing up, she was just like one of the boys to me. She’d hang with us sometimes. My other mates would never let their little sisters hang around, but not Ethan. He adores her. I never minded her being with us. She’s witty, funny and unpretentious, and just fun to be around. She always dressed in sweats and loose T-shirts. Like other women, fashion never seemed to be high on her radar. Back then, I never even looked at her that way. Things changed for me around the age of seventeen.
I’ll never forget it. It was one of those lightbulb moments and it knocked me on my arse. Ethan and I were in his pool when she came out of the house wearing a tiny pink bikini. Her body was rocking. She had curves in all the right places. Her tits. Fuck me, her tits. I never knew she was packing those babies under all the loose clothing she wore. Thank Christ, I was already in the water because she gave me an instant boner. Nobody had ever affected me so instantly before.
It was the first time I’d ever seen her for what she really was … a sexy as hell woman. She may’ve only been fifteen at the time, but she was all w
oman to me. A beautiful, every guy’s kinda fantasy woman.
From that moment on I was doomed.
Fucking doomed.
CHAPTER 2
My every fantasy, and worst nightmare all rolled into one …
HARRISON
“Wanna beer?” Ethan asks as I settle back into the outdoor sofa by the barbeque.
“Yeah.” My eyes follow him as he opens the outdoor bar fridge on the back patio, grabbing two bottles of beer. “Thanks,” I say when he passes me one.
I love coming here. Being with these guys has always felt like home to me. That’s my main motivator for staying away from Hanna. I’d never want to jeopardise this. I spent more time with his family growing up, then I did with my own.
Having an alcoholic father who slaps your mother around, meant my real home wasn’t a fun place to be. Instead of leaving him, my mother chooses to jump from one bed to the next, I don’t know if it’s to spite him, or whether it’s her way of finding the affection she doesn’t get from him. Either way it’s messed up. It only makes my father drink more, and escalate the violence. So it’s a lose-lose for them both, for all of us. It’s a vicious cycle that only they can break. I can’t see that happening … ever.
“So how’s business going?” he asks. He knows damn well how it’s going. His wife works for me. Michelle would’ve already filled him in on the events of the day. She always does.
“Seriously man, you need to rein that woman in. She’s getting worse.”
He throws back his head and laughs. “Welcome to my world, sunshine … welcome to my world.”
Cock.
I wasn’t the one who put a ring on her finger, it’s an injustice that I have to be subjected to this bullshit. He signed on for it, I didn’t.
* * *
“So how are the interviews going?” Michelle asks as I go to place a piece of meat into my mouth. My fork pauses mid-air when I hear Ethan snickering from opposite me. After kicking him under the table, I place the meat in my mouth. It’s rude to talk with your mouth full, so that conveniently means I don’t have to answer her.
