by Nicole Snow
“There's a Christmas party for my staff tonight in about four hours, around eight. I'm hoping you'll come with. In the meantime, I guess we'll just have to turn on the radio, and figure out what we need to order to make your famous cookies. It's not like there's anything better to do in the down time.”
I give him a blank stare. He grabs me a second later, whips me against the glass wall, and kisses me in a way that re-enacts the first night we consummated our marriage, barely a week ago.
I don't care how many times it happens. I'll never, ever get sick of it.
“Just kidding,” Hayden says, digging his hand gently into my side, tickling me until I beg him to stop. “Fuck the party. I'd rather sample your other cookies first, the no bake kind. There's always time for another hot load in your sweet little cunt, Mrs. Shaw.”
I'm all over him by the time the elevator doors swing open. He's got his hand on my thigh, slowly gliding between my legs, fondling the wetness spreading across my panties.
I'll give him the goods any time he asks, chocolate chips and all. It's the least I can do for the man who's stolen my heart, and won't give it back until he's made me believe the impossible.
10
Family Matters (Hayden)
I'm coming home from the last meeting of the day. My cock is about to rip through my trousers before I've even reached the last few blocks to my condo.
Reed hits traffic when we're cruising into downtown. I mess with my phone, see a new voicemail from a number I don't recognize.
Is it the biomedical rep I met this morning?
He fell all over himself as soon as he found out the Hayden Shaw wanted a private meeting. I grilled him over everything he knew about experimental fertility treatments and the Zeno virus. He made me a lot of promises, and I sent him away with a shiny new check worth more than I really ought to be writing before Kayla's attack dogs in suits are out of the picture for good.
Bastard better not be walking his promises back, I think to myself, holding my phone to my ear as I tap the playback button. Normally, I'll forgive anybody for overselling themselves. That's part of business. But not this time. It's too important.
“I'm reaching out to you one more time than you deserve, asshole.” Kayla's off key voice squeals over the recording. Instant cringe. “Let's talk turkey. Deals. I want a fifty-fifty split so we can walk away, get on with our lives, and avoid dragging this out between our lawyers any longer. I'll have everything I need for a comfortable life as a widow, and you'll have plenty to continue your father's little empire.”
I haven't heard the rest, but I'm already smiling. I've broken her.
Negotiation is the last thing this woman does, and only when she's truly desperate. If she's trying to strike a deal, hell has frozen over. No, really, I'm expecting to run into Satan's minions downtown selling Italian ice.
“Think about it, Hayden, is all I'm saying. I don't want to play my last card. Believe it or not, your father and I cared about each other, once upon a time. The last thing I want is him looking down while I rob his sons blind. Yes, I reached out to Luke, too, and didn't get very far. I'm trying Grant tonight. Call me back. I'll give you until tomorrow afternoon, three p.m. If we don't talk by then, I promise I'll make your life excruciating.” The message goes silent.
I stuff my phone back into my pocket, and let my hands wander to the leather seat, wishing they made travel friendly punching bags. Of course she didn't get anywhere with my brothers. The fact that she's calling me means she's really at the end of her rope, going after two Shaws who don't give a damn about the outcome.
It's almost over. She knows there's no way to overturn the wedding and heir clause in dad's trust.
Soon, she's going to be strung up, swinging from her own rotten ego. And that alligator sympathy, trying to make me believe she gave a shit about anything involving dad, except his money...
Christ. It's insulting. She can't possibly believe I'm that stupid.
My fist hits the seat, hard enough to shake the car. Good thing we're moving through the traffic jam again, or I'm sure Reed would be asking if everything is all right over the intercom.
There's no helping it. No holding back.
Fuck it, I won. Just because it isn't official doesn't mean it isn't true.
I beat my wicked step-mom and her plan to steal everything. And I owe it all to the wonderful woman I'm about to come home to, the one who's starting to feel like my wife, instead of just one more lie.
I'm still high on euphoria when the car rolls to a stop and Reed pops the door. Pulling a gold envelope from my breast pocket, I push it into his hands before I head toward the building.
“What's this, sir?” He lifts his eyebrows.
“Early Christmas bonus. Just take the night off and enjoy it, buddy. If I need you, I'll call, but I'm confident I've got everything I need.”
I only look back once when I'm heading to the elevator. My loyal valet is holding the check, one hand flat against the car for support. Can't blame him for taking a breather when he sees how much I've dropped on him for the holidays.
Stepping onto my private elevator, I punch the button going to the condo, and work on straightening my tie. For the first time in years, I catch myself humming.
Well, so what? It's going to be a very Merry Christmas this year. I'm excited for this one, and for the Christmases to come, when I'll watch the sons and daughters Penny gives me enjoying the spirit of the season for the very first time.
Right now, there's more short-term excitement on my mind. I step into the condo and head straight for the lounge next to the fireplace, where I know I'll find my Penny. We'll see how many seconds I can last admiring her before she's in my arms, slung over my shoulder, and heading for bed.
Except she's not in her usual spot, messing with her phone. Instead, I find a green rose stem with its petals plucked laying in her chair. There's a small note tucked under it.
I'm in the bedroom. Waiting.
If she wanted my cock to throb like a jackhammer in my pants, she's succeeded. Crumpling the little note in one fist, I march down the hall, push open the door, and kick it shut behind me.
“I thought you'd never come home, Hayds.” She's propped up on one arm, sprawled across my bed, one leg swung over the lion's head holding the bench at the end of the bed.
She's wearing the hottest, most fuckable red lingerie I've ever seen. I want to shred it with my teeth, instead of letting my eyes enjoy it for too long.
“Love, what did I say about that name?” I suppress a smile, walk toward her, undoing my jacket and taking off my tie. “My asshole brother gets to say it, and I'll give your ma a pass, but I'm Hayden to you, mama. Always Hayden.”
She sits up and purses her lips. “I'm nobody's 'mama' until I take the test next week.”
“Good. More time to make sure you see a plus sign.” I throw my jacket down on the floor and climb into bed, grabbing her hands, pushing her into the mattress.
We kiss like we haven't fucked all week. It's incredible. I've never had a girl who tastes new every damn time my mouth takes hers. When I'm in her mouth, her pussy, or getting stroked in her soft little hands, it's like I've never had her velvet on my skin before.
Yes, it sounds insane. It's something special. It's what I'm hellbent on having for the rest of my life, thanks to whatever strange black magic spell she's cast over me.
Hell, I don't even care if she's a witch. My lips stamp down her neck, heading for her cleavage. My fingers find her nipple, and I squeeze, making her purr. If she's got voodoo going on, then call me a believer.
“So hot tonight,” I growl, amused, moving one hand between her legs.
So fucking hot. She's already sopping wet for me, shifting her thighs apart with just my touch, begging to be mounted and shaken to her very core.
I'll worship at this altar. Own her body the way I did from the very first kiss, especially now that Kayla's entering surrender mode, freeing us to have an honest future together
.
“Oh, Hayden,” she whimpers. I cup her pussy through her soaked panties, and squeeze, my thumb edging her clit through the fabric. “Oh!”
I smile. One oh down. Now just half a dozen Os to deliver before the night is through.
“You left a mess in my lounge,” I tell her, brushing my stubble against her cheek. “You're desperate for attention tonight, aren't you?”
Biting her lip, she nods. My hips roll forward, finding her thigh. She gasps when she feels my bulge against her. So close, but so far from carrying her to bliss.
“Couldn't help it. Had to do something to get your attention.” Penny tucks her bright red hair into my fist when I lace my fingers through it.
If there's one thing I've taught her over the weeks we've fucked, it's that she likes it rough. “Mission accomplished. You've got it. Now, you have to keep it.”
I've placed my tie on the bed next to her. I pick it up, lift her gently by the hair with one hand, and move my lips to her ear. “Hold still, love. I've got your heart, and your body. It's your trust I need tonight.”
My hand brushes her cheek as I'm tying my makeshift blindfold over her eyes. Yeah, it's a scene straight out of those cheesy flicks with a little bit of bondage.
Ask me if I care, if anybody does. When my skin touches hers, there's fire burning underneath.
Penny's breaths are coming heavier, too. She wants it as bad as I do, every molecule of her begging for control, guidance, and release.
Damn, I love it when she begs.
The better to taste. The better to fuck. The better to fill, over and over, until we're completely sure my boys have done their job deep inside her. I want to make her pussy wetter still with every liquid drop of passion I've got churning between my legs, hurl everything to the ends of her womb.
I want this baby. Just as bad as she's craving it.
When I caress her neck again, feeling her hot little gasp dancing on my palm, I know I'm obsessed. I won't let up until she's mine. Not until we're one in blood, fused in base biology, watching her hips get wider and sexier every day she comes closer to delivering my first born.
Fuck, I can't hold back.
Pulling her onto my lap, I start fondling her breast, kissing down her neck, and giving her some teeth. She puts her hand over mine, tries guiding it toward her pussy.
No. Not yet.
We're doing this nice and slow. I grab her wrist, hold it, and marvel how her fingers twitch when I kiss my way back toward her mouth. Her ass feels every throbbing inch of me through my trousers. She likes it because she's leaking all over me through her panties.
Two minutes in, when I've had my fill roaming her mouth, I shred one strap of her gown. “Hayden! Did you just tear it?”
“I need you naked, love. Now.”
There's no argument. Patience is over.
Maybe she can't believe I'm ripping her clothes off, turning her over, and laying her face down in the pillows, spreading her legs apart. But she knows what's coming when I work the hot red sheath off her body, help her onto her knees, ass up and waiting for my mouth.
Her sweet scent drives me mad. Her thighs shake the instant my tongue finds her cunt, pulls her apart, and starts feasting on every supple inch. This pussy was made for my tongue, and every time I taste her, there's new lightning flowing through my cock.
It turns me into an animal. Licking, sucking, plunging my tongue into her depths, frantic to loosen her up before she's overflowing with my come.
My hand works on my shirt when she's halfway to the zone. She's moaning, writhing, backing her hips into my face. I eat her pussy harder, snarling as I rip several buttons on my shirt, desperate to join her in sweet, bare freedom.
It's the second shirt we've ruined. Something tells me Reed is going to get used to putting in a lot more orders with the fashion stores as long as I'm with this woman.
Small price to pay for how she whines a second later, her legs turning stiff and wanting in my hands. Come for me, love. Squirt all over my face before you do it on my cock.
I can't speak, so I tongue it into her instead, bringing her over the edge. Her thighs try to snap shut around my face. I hold them open, taming her again, tonguing her swollen clit through the molten buildup to her sweet release.
Nothing's stopping me.
I don't let up until she screams. Her body tenses, overwhelmed by the animal desire pouring out of me, into her. It's honey on my lips, and fire in my soul, feeding the devilish energy building in my balls.
She collapses on the bed about thirty seconds later, spent and shaking. Just enough time for me to undo my trousers without destroying them, and kick them off behind me with my boxers. She rolls over, her little chest rising and falling, giving me a perfect view of those rosy pink nipples.
They're still hard, sweet berries calling to my mouth. Luscious, ripe fruits aching to be sucked, drawing my tongue like magnets.
I take my woman by the hands and pull her up. Guiding her hand to my cock, I wrap her fingers around it, loving how she licks her lips.
“Suck, love. Feel everything with your tongue you can't see with your eyes.” Helping guide her sweet mouth to my cock, I pause to let the thunder roll through me when her warm lips wrap around my length.
Her lips are so innocent. I've barely started training her how to please me when she sucks my cock. Doesn't matter when she feels this good, this right, drawing me deep, pressing her soft little tongue into the crease under my crown.
“Yeah, fuck, yeah...” I giveaway the place that makes me squirm. Like I could do anything else when the girl with the magic ability to light me on fire with the slightest touch sucks me harder.
My hand forms a new fist in her hair. Pulling her beautiful red locks, I watch her struggle to take every inch. She makes it about halfway up, a small improvement over the three or four inches she managed last time, barely a third of me.
“There, baby. There,” I growl, urging her on. “Oh, good fuck...yeah!”
Good? Make that really fucking good.
I thrust gently into her mouth, clasping her head. Penny's soft tongue lashes me faster, warm and wet, sending me to climax. I enjoy her oral practice as long as I can, until the heat in my balls approaches dangerous levels.
She's moaning on my cock when I separate her face from me. I inhale sharply, smelling new excitement budding in her pussy, breathing about a million pheromones in every breath, completing my transformation from man to beast.
No more. Her mouth may be divine, but it's nothing compared to being in that hot, writhing cunt I'm ready to subdue.
“Turn around, love. Face in the pillow. I need your ass in my hands when I'm slamming into you,” I say, giving my well sucked cock another stroke, loving how her warmth lingers on my skin.
“Whatever you say, Hayds.”
That fucking nickname again. Did she really just say it?
I stop and blink once before I slowly smile, lifting her butt with my hands, spreading her open. So, she's begging for punishment tonight. Asking me for a raw pleasure she doesn't even understand.
It's her lucky night. She's about to find out how good it feels to come with a red, tender rear grinding below my abs. I'm going to tan her ass raw. Ignite everything below the waist before I put my own fire in her.
A full minute goes by where she's just breathing, shuddering, burying her face in the pillows. I wait until her head comes up for extra oxygen, and I hear the magic words. “Please, Hayden. Please. Fuck me.”
“So, you do know how to address me?” My eyes are locked on her round cheeks, while my hand goes up, shifting into my favorite flat position. “Nice try, beautiful. You don't deflect that easy. We both know you need a reminder what to call me in this bed.”
I reach for her hair with my opposite hand, holding her red silk like reigns. She needs it to keep her posture. “Don't move. Keep breathing. This will hurt the first few times, and then it's going to be the hottest fuck you've ever had in your life.”
> “What? How?” She doesn't understand.
There's nothing else I can say better than I can demonstrate.
Question time is done. Several seconds later, I bring my hand down hard on her left ass cheek. Penny whimpers, digs her hands into the sheets, and tries to pull away from me. My fist jerks her back, hair first, into another resounding whack on her other virgin cheek.
This time, she screams. I let the sting resonate through her, a warm echo numbing her for my next few slaps. They come down softer because I hear her counting breaths, just like we talked about when I teased her before.
She's taking it for me. She wants to please me so bad it practically brings a tear to my damned eye, but she still doesn't get it. This isn't just about us, or indulging in some kinky game because it makes my cock harder.
My innocent, blindfolded wife has no idea what's about to hit her. It's the sixth or seventh stroke when I hear her breathing change.
My cock pulses between my legs, leaking pre-come onto the mattress. I want to fuck her about as bad as I need to see her come, just from my hand alone. Some girls have come from being spanked alone in the past, but I never cared about making it happen like I do with her.
I bring my hand down again, tilting my wrist, laying into her with just the right force rippling through her ass, into her tingling pussy.
We're not done yet. Not until she finds her O.
Eight, nine, ten more slaps.
“Oh. My. God!” Harsh, staccato breath pours out her lips between each slap. I think she's surprised by the pleasure reaching up between her legs, grabbing her by the throat, and pulling her under.
I stop spanking when we've reached a dozen. Perfect to break her in. Also, the last few slaps she needs before the fuse I've lit in her bloodstream reaches the charge.
It happens, quick and easy, when I grab my cock by the base and push my way into her. I'm growling while I thrust.
Three deep strokes, and she's coming. Arching her back, hair all a mess, tangled in my hand while she buries her face in the pillows, and suppresses the loudest scream I've ever heard.
