by Jordan Marie
I don’t answer. My heart is beating so hard, I couldn’t find my voice right now if I tried.
“You put something I care about at risk,” he says, and his hand comes down hard against my ass. The sensation of fire flaring on my skin spreads under his hand, and I shudder from the burn. I don’t object, and before I even can, his hand comes down again. I whimper, and stretch my body through the pain.
“I care about you Skye. I live in a fucking dark world, and you and Matthew bring me peace. Do you know how worried I got that something had happened to you?” he asks, delivering another slap. “What if it hadn’t been me that found you? What if some stranger came in and took what you are giving me now? What if he hurt you? What if he had killed you? Do you know how that would have destroyed Matthew’s life? What it would have done to me?” he asks his questions, while his hand comes down again and again, simultaneously.
With each blow my excitement increases. Liquid heat runs through me, and I know I’m soaked, needing him in ways I have never needed or wanted another. How does he know what I like so well? Is it coincidence? Does he know what a tight routine my life is, and how divine it is to turn that over to him? How I want him be in control, when it comes to this one aspect? Does he know how much it turns me on, to have him use my body without asking? To take what he wants? To be a man. God, I’m dying to have him inside of me. Dying for whatever he does next. Anticipation is pounding through my bloodstream, and I can hear my breathing turn ragged, as I wait. With his last blow, his touch changes. His hand caresses the skin, and I feel the press of his lips too. His hand strokes through the burn. It feels as if he is reassuring me—letting me know that he cares.
“Fuck, it’s so hot watching as your soft, white, ass turns pink with the outline of my hand. You were made for me, weren’t you, Skye?”
I want to answer him, but my body is on fire. Instead, I buck against his hand.
“Please, Bull…”
“I got you, sweetheart,” he tells me. I hear the sound of his zipper, and the rustle of his clothes.
I look over my shoulder, he’s naked and so breathtaking my arms quake—nearly giving out, unable to support me. He gives me that cocky grin of his when he reaches into his discarded pants pocket, then pulls out at least seven condoms connected and hanging down like a ribbon, promising a night of pleasure. My eyes grow large.
“I’ve got more in the other pocket,” he promises, as he places them on the bed by my knee. I’m starting to wonder if I will survive tonight.
27
Bull
I trace the outline of my hand on her ass. My print—highlighted and welcomed. A show of my ownership—because I do own her. Every fucking bit of her. I slowly pet her from her ass to her pussy, dragging my fingers in her sweet juice and coating them. I tease her swollen clit, and she groans out. That sound from her lips might be the best thing I’ve heard in my life. I move my fingers back the same path, painting her in her own cream.
I repeat my actions over and over, getting closer to the rosette opening in her ass with each turn. She’s fucking soaking my fingers, but the way she rocks back against me, searching for more, is what really makes my cock demand I stop playing. I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from her ass. I plunge my fingers deep into her pussy again, and she absorbs them with a wet sucking sound. I let my fingers bite into the cheeks of her ass, pulling them apart, so the small hole is exposed. I take my coated fingers and paint her perfect opening, making it glossy. One finger slides easily into her ass, and she cries out. But instead of denying me, her ass relaxes and my finger pushes through the tight muscles.
“Bull!” again she cries, as she clamps down on my finger. I bend down closer to watch as she takes it, and eventually, I add another. Carefully, I let my fingers gently fuck her, pulling them apart inside her tight hole. I can feel how they stretch the taunt muscles, making her body quake in response.
“Has anyone ever had this ass, Skye?” I ask her, even though a part of me screams, no. I don’t want to think of any other fucker with my woman. Ever. But this…this I must know.
“No…never,” she exhales, as another shockwave takes her. She’s so close to exploding she’ll come for days.
“Good. I’m going to take it soon. Take it and make you beg for more,” I promise. I pull my fingers out, and then push them back in. Once they pop through the ring again, I let my tongue dance along the opening, licking the fine creased skin, that is covered in her sweet juice. I let my tongue dance with my fingers pushing so the tip is barely in her ass, letting it flutter faster and faster, while applying more pressure against the entire area surrounding her opening. At the same time, I stretch out my fingers inside her again.
“Holy fucking hell! What are you doing to me?” she cries. I smile and count it as a small victory when she curses.
“Branding you,” I tell her honestly. I want her so well fucked and sated, that she doesn’t have the energy to even question who her man is.
“Then fuck me!” she growls, and my dick jumps and my balls grow so tight it’s painful. I look down to see pre-cum running down the head.
Damn, who knew I had a wildcat? I should get mad when she orders me, but all I can do is grin. That seems to be all I ever do around Skye. She cries out when I take my fingers away, and I want to cry with her. I’m too busy tearing open the condom and then pulling the latex over my throbbing dick.
I hate these motherfuckers, but I will use them until Skye feels comfortable.
“Damn it, Bull hurry up!”
“What’s wrong, Doc?” I tease her, while I guide my cock along the seam of her pussy, letting her sweet honey cover the condom, and letting the head of my cock tease her clit to the point she nearly rears up off the bed.
“I need you to fuck me!” she growls the words at me, and she barely finishes before my hand wraps in her gorgeous, fiery hair, and I yank her head back. I don’t do it easy either, I want it to hurt—just enough. Her head jerks back, and her cry echoes in the room, as I guide my dick to her opening, and then, plunge in quickly—not stopping until my balls slap against her pussy.
“Bull!” she screams, drawing my name out. I don’t move. After months of needing her, I take a moment to memorize everything about the way her pussy squeezes my cock, the way the muscles milk me, and demand I move. I love the way her body looks right now, the control I have over her, and finally I take a minute to register that nothing else in my life has ever felt like this—or will ever feel like this again. She’s every dream I’ve ever had, every fantasy I’ve ever imagined, all come true…and she’s mine.
Those are the words that repeat in my head, as I slide out of her depths, only to push straight back in. Harder and harder, I pound her body. “That’s it baby. You take that fucking dick,” I groan, reaching around to pull on her nipple. “Milk me and show me how bad you need to come.”
“Fuck….me…fuck…fuck…fuck,” she whimpers, the words over and over, as her body struggles to keep up with my demands. I fuck her so hard the headboard is slamming against the wall. She’ll be fucking lucky to walk normal tomorrow. Shit. I don’t want her to be able to walk tomorrow. I brace my foot on the bed, shifting the angle of my cock. I grab her hip and yank her back into me at the same time I thrust inside. With that she explodes around my cock, as she lets out a cry that could shatter glass. Her muscles tighten and release, then tighten and suck me deeper, before releasing and repeating. I feel my balls tighten and then streams of cum shoot into the condom, and this time it’s me who throws my head back and yells. In motherfucking triumph. But I only growl one word—and there’s never been a more honest word spoken.
Mine.
28
Skye
“Hey Doc, me and Matthew were starting to get worried about you.”
“Hey Mom!” Matty chimes in, with a smile bigger than the state of Texas.
I stop at the front door; I’m almost afraid I’ve come to the wrong house. I just pulled a fourteen hour shift and w
as trying to drum up the energy to fix dinner, do laundry and spend time with Matty. Then I walk into…this.
Bull and Matty are sitting in the floor, putting together a model car that Bull brought by yesterday. My son is almost as attached to Bull as I am. It worries me, but slowly, I’m starting to believe that Bull means what he says. I’m keep letting fear hold me back, but we’ve only been dating for a little while. I worry these feelings I am having, are just too soon.
Then things like today happen. I come home to this, with Matty all smiles and…
“What’s that smell?” I ask, at the same time my stomach starts rumbling.
“I made some chili. Are you hungry, Doc?” he asks, and it’s a completely innocent question. But he looks at me, and all I can remember is the way his eyes look—right before he fucks me. My body vibrates with need.
“I’m starved,” I tell him, and I’m not talking about the chili. I’m talking about Bull. It’s all about him. I think my world is starting to revolve around him.
“I’ll get you some then. Did you have a good day?”
“It was actually really good. I mean it started when this man gave me a ride to work on his bike, and it just kept getting better.”
“No run-ins with Walter-boy or Melissa?” he asks, and I know he’s worried.
He told me a little about the scene with Melissa at the club, and to be honest I’ve been worried about her reaction too. I haven’t seen her though. She’s been MIA for the last three days. The head of the nursing staff said she didn’t give them any warning just left them a note on the hospital administrator’s desk that a family emergency came up and she was leaving the state.
I relay that information to Bull, and he gets a puzzled look on his face.
“What?” I ask.
“Just didn’t figure she’d give up that easily. She was really mad. Did Judy mind giving you a ride home?”
“Me either, but I’m not going to complain about it. And no, she’s been really down since the house fire. Do you know they’re having trouble getting the insurance to pay?”
“Why’s that?”
“Apparently, the Fire Marshal’s report came back, and they’re saying it looks like the fire was purposely set.”
“You’re kidding?”
“Nope and since Judy and Tony were upside down on their mortgage, the insurance agent is being an ass.”
“Da……darn it,” he says with a wink. “Maybe the club could help them out?”
“She’s got a meeting with the insurance company tomorrow, which means no bike ride tomorrow morning—as fun as it was.”
“Does this mean I’m staying again tonight?” he asks in surprise.
“I was hoping you would. But sadly, I will drive my boring old Volvo, to work,” I tell him, trying to play down the nervous flutter in my stomach. The truth is…I don’t want him to leave.
“Jesus, I can’t believe I’m dating a woman who drives a Volvo.”
I stick my tongue out at him.
Bull laughs, before looking at Matty. “Okay, sport. Let’s stop for the night and get your Mama some food.”
“Aw! Man!”
Bull reaches over and ruffles Matty’s hair, and my heart flips over inside my chest.
“We can finish up tomorrow, buddy.”
“Now, go love on your mom,” he tells him, and I fall for him, a little more.
Matty comes and hugs me, and I hold him close, before letting him go. There’s times he rebels from being mom’s baby. Then there are times like now, when he reminds me of when he was three, and I was his world.
I talk with my son while Bull warms up my food. I ask Matty how his sleepover went and smile as he tells me about all of the video games they played. It’s a big hint as to what he wants for Christmas, so I make a note somewhere inside my tired brain. Matty’s spent the day with Bull. He volunteered to be here today when Matty got off the bus. I worried how he would explain it to Matty. Apparently, he told Matty he wanted to spend time with his favorite buddy. Matty’s chest puffs out in pride, when he tells me that. I look over his head at Bull, and he winks at me. I know I’m already half way in love with him. He comes back in with a tray that’s loaded with a drink, a bowl of chili, and some crackers.
“Wow, I think you might be trying to spoil me, Mr. Kane.”
“You never know, Doc.
“Hey, Mom? I’m going to go play video games. I’m supposed to do an online battle with Greg.”
“Greg?” I ask, because that’s a new name.
“He’s a new guy at my school, just like me. I just met him today. He’s really cool.”
“Okay. Have fun. I’ll be in before bedtime to check on you.”
“He’s a good kid,” Bull says, when he leaves.
“He is, he’s growing too fast. I didn’t know you could cook,” I tell him, to distract my thoughts, the thought of Matty growing up and outgrowing me is a constant concern. It’s a worry that’s only gotten worse, since I don’t have a lot of time with him right now.
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Doc.”
“Such as?”
“Sweetheart, I can’t give away all my secrets. I have to tempt you with them slowly,” he jokes.
“Is that what you’re doing?” I ask leaning against the back of the couch, feeling completely relaxed.
“Unleashing my awesomeness, a little at a time to get you addicted? Absolutely,” he says, going down on his knees in front of me. He takes my shoes off, and then picks one foot up, tenderly massaging it.
“God, that feels better than sex,” I moan.
“Fucking hell, I must be doing something wrong,” he jokes, and I laugh as a yawn overtakes me. Bull takes my tray, and sets it on the coffee table, before continuing with his massage, concentrating on the balls of my feet.
I’ve almost dozed off, when the doorbell rings. I jerk and yawn again, but before I can get up, Bull waves me off.
“I got it, Doc,” he says, already going to the door.
I’m close to being out again when Bull comes back. He’s holding a white envelope, the kind you get with a greeting card, and reaches it to me.
“No one was there, but they slid this under the storm door,” he says, handing it to me, before returning to work on my foot.
“That’s weird,” I say, looking at the envelope. It’s addressed Dr. Skye Walker. That’s it, no further writing.
“I thought so. It better not be another man trying to make a move on you.”
I shake my head, because he’s being foolish. It’s nice he thinks I’m someone other men would notice. I’ve never had a self-confidence issue—it’s just really nice to feel valued. I take the envelope with heavy eyes. It’s going to take all I have to stay awake to kiss Matty goodnight.
I yawn, then grip the card. I look at Bull on impulse and reach down to kiss him quickly on the lips.
“I’m pretty sure I’m ruined for other men after last night,” I tell him, not even caring that I’m blushing.
“Damn straight,” he says, coming up to sit beside me. He takes me in his arms and kisses the side of my neck. “Could you feel me when you walked today, Doc? Did you feel empty?” His wicked words send goosebumps over my skin, and I’m instantly aching for him. He was right last night. He did brand me.
“If I say yes, will you do something about it?” My tired body is instantly ready for him.
“Absolutely, sweetheart.”
“Then, yes times infinity,” I tell him, as I open the envelope. I pull out a folded, thick piece of paper inside. It’s not a card as I thought. Just a note, that’s folded in half. I recognize the handwriting immediately.
Every sin must have a just recompense. You made me do it.—AW
29
Skye
“Will you quit cursing?”
“Do you not get that some sick fuck is out there toying with you! This is the wrong fucking time for Dragon and Dance to be gone!”
“You said
they went to spend Thanksgiving with Crusher and Dani and to celebrate them adopting a little boy. Will you relax? It’s probably just some kid trying to scare me, or playing a very sick joke.”
“You’re being naïve, Doc. There are some twisted people out there, and I’m not sitting around on my ass while they target my woman. Fucking hell! Why didn’t you tell me, you’ve been getting these notes?”
He’s been going on like that for the last hour. I got Matty in bed, and he called his club, then yelled and growled. He threw a pillow across the room, cursed some more, then called the club again. Rinse and repeat, even.
All this was kind of sexy for the first thirty minutes. The last thirty however, it has become annoying. When he picks up the phone to talk to Freak—yet again, I’ve decided I’ve had enough. I get up, and walk to the door that leads into the hallway. He’s not even paying attention to me. I could be in California right now for all he knows. I mean, I know I’ve had a long day at work, still, shouldn’t I be able to get my man’s attention when I leave a damn room? I pull my shirt over my head and throw it down. Next, I pull off my scrubs, and then kick them out of the way. I might have kicked them a little harder than I needed to, because they land against a picture on the coffee table. The frame falls and slams on the coffee table with a loud ‘thunk.’
“Yeah, Freak. I want a prospect here watching over the property. Until we determine what this is, we need to treat it as serious. I’ll be here the majority of the time, but I can’t be here 24/7 I need to make sure my….” he stops mid-sentence, jerking his head up at the sound. “Skye?”
“I’ll be in the bedroom if you’re interested,” I tell him, unlatching my bra and throwing it at him. I count it as a win, when it lands on his head and then slides down. He grabs the bright white cups with his free hand and tightens his hand on it. I make sure he gets a good view of my chest, then shimmy out of my panties, throwing them to the side. When I’m standing in the room completely naked, I stare at him, daring him to do something.
