by Maree, Kay
Never in my life have I ever been this hard before.
“Not until I can make her come,” I murmur lowly, releasing the hard flesh, reminding myself that I told myself the next time I come will be with Cora.
Washing my hair, I try to think of anything besides my Little Mare on her knees in front of me, or me sliding deep into that little body of hers as her tight muscles contract around me.
“Fuck,” flicking off the taps.
I jump out, grabbing a towel off the shelf near the double sinks and wrapping it around my waist, grabbing another one to wipe through my hair and the water droplets off my chest.
Making my way back into the bedroom, I try not to look towards the bed as I make my way towards my walk-in closet. Knowing my resistance to be near her, taste her is on a tightrope.
A small gasp has my eyes snapping towards the bed.
My hunger for this girl coming back tenfold as she sits up, hair a mess, a strap on her purple singlet top falling down her arm making my mouth water wanting to taste her there.
The extra towel falling from my hand.
“Damn,” she gasps, my eyes snap to hers.
They shine from the morning sun, making the colours swirl together as they take me in from head to toe.
My cock flexes against the soft material of the towel making me lock my jaw down tight, my shoulders pull back as that little pink tongue of hers peeks out swiping across her bottom lip.
“Cora,” I manage to spit out, and even I know my voice sounds like I have been chewing on nails.
“I’m sorry,” she blurts out, but her eyes still track every inch of me.
“Little Mare, I am hanging on by a thread here and the way your eyes are drinking me in is not helping me to go slow with you.”
“I am thirsting,” pops right off her tongue making me growl and before I know what I am doing I take up the distance between us, cupping the side of her neck in my big palm tilting her head back with my thumb so she's looking right at me.
“Stop,” I warn.
“What?” she quirks a dark brow, a smirk kissing her sweet as fuck lips knowing exactly what she is doing.
“You know what,” I grunt back as I lean down, swiping my lips across hers from left to right, our eyes locking the whole time.
“I wanna taste you,” sweetness coats her whispered words, making me groan.
“Cora, Beautiful, this isn’t what I meant by feeling my touch,” I blow out a hard breath.
“I want you so fucking bad right now, but we don’t have to push this.”
Pushing up onto her knees, she cups my face in her tiny hands.
Her lips slowly brush against mine the same way I did to hers.
“I want to,” she breathes into my mouth before sealing her lips against mine.
After what feels like hours but was probably only seconds, she pulls back smiling as her nails slowly, so fucking slowly run down my bare chest leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“How bout this?” I choke out, closing my eyes as her nails drag along the edge of the towel around my hips, all words leaving me as the towel falls to the floor.
Her soft hand begins to stroke me up and down.
My whole body shudders, my head falls back on my shoulders as her warm breath feathers over the head of my cock.
“Shit,” I hiss.
A deep rumble vibrates through my chest as wetness swipes over the tip. My hand runs through her hair reflexively gripping the silky strands pulling a moan from her.
My eyes find hers as her mouth opens, her tongue flicks out across the tip again.
I growl as her tongue catches a drop of cum.
“You are going to be my undoing Little Mare,” I pant out as her mouth slides down my hard length, my eyes roll back in my head when I hit the back of her throat, her nails bite into my ass before swallowing around my length.
“Sonofabitch,” I hiss planting my feet firming on the floor as she moans sending vibrations straight through me.
My jaw locks as tingles start at the base of my spine, my balls draw up and I try to gather strength to pull her off me before I blow my load down her throat faster than I would like.
After a few more slides up and down, I grip her hair and pull her off me.
Her half-drunk dazed eyes stare up at me, the tip of her tongue peeks out to catch a stray drop of my cum off the corner of her mouth.
“You were saying,” she rasps the smartass.
“My turn,” I wink my voice hard, commanding.
My body is primed and ready to go but I need her taste on my tongue before I let myself settle in that warm wet pussy I just know will be aching all over.
“You like my cock in your mouth?” I ground out as I release her hair, gripping her behind the knees and flipping her backwards, ripping her shorts off in one go, hearing the material stretch but not giving two fucks about it.
“Mmmmhmmm,” she hums a doe-eyed look, staring back up at me.
“Take your top off,” I growl, barely holding on.
Pulling my eyes away from hers, noticing her pink lacy panties are still on.
Before she has time to react I drop to my knees snapping the thin lace with one pull leaving her bare and glistening to me.
“After I get my taste I’m gonna show you how tightly coiled around your finger I really am by giving you every fucking hard inch of me,” my voice is harsh.
Long gone is the relaxed guy from last night.
If she wants me she is gonna get every fucking piece of me, but by the time she leaves this bed, there will be no doubt in her mind who she fucking belongs to.
Rubbing my thumb over her hard clit, her back arches, legs shake as a loud moan pushes past her lips.
“Chase it, Cora,” I growl.
Her body is taut like a bow.
Leaning forward I bury my face in her arousal, lapping at every soft inch, needing every little drop, running my teeth over her hard clit making her shudder from the pleasure.
“Give me what I want, what is mine,” I spit out.
Sliding two fingers deep inside her, curling up hitting her g-spot in a come hither motion.
It’s not long before a loud scream filters through the room.
Her body goes lax.
Looking into her eyes that are in a daze I make my move flipping her over onto her stomach, I pull her waist up balancing her on her knees and spank that sweet ass.
A smirk curling my lips when the cheek shimmers in a nice light shade of pink as the crack echo’s around the room.
A deep, low chuckle thunders through me when I hear the muffled whimper as her ass pushes back into my hand.
“Next time I have you like this, your hands will be tied to the bedposts with my rope,” I say, sliding my finger inside her wet pussy, my thumb going back to circling her hard little clit.
Her hips buck as low moans reach my ears and I know I have her where I want her spanking her ass again.
Once, twice, three times her body shudders as I keep up the torture with my fingers.
Curling.
Stroking back and forth in a come hither motion, again and again, hitting her g-spot every few strokes this time not letting her fall just keeping her balanced right on the edge.
“Nash, please,” she whines.
“You want my cock.”
“Yes,” she chokes out.
“I want to feel your muscles squeezing every inch of me Little Mare as you cum all over my cock, and I ain’t gonna stop till it’s dripping off my balls.”
“Oh god,” she shudders.
“Names Nash Beautiful, remember that you will be screaming it soon enough,” I gruff out. Leaning over her shaking body, murmuring in her ear.
Kissing down her neck, then down her spine, tasting the saltiness of the sheen of sweat already coating her body.
Running my free hand slowly up her back till my fingers tangle through her hair, twistin
g it back into my fist, the action arching her delicate neck into a gorgeous bend at the same time that has me wanting to bite the soft exposed skin.
Pulling my fingers from inside her, I grip the base of my cock, it’s pulsing.
Needing to slide home but fuck if teasing her ain’t sending my head spinning.
Running the tip over her clit she shudders as her thighs squeeze against me trying to close to help soothe the ache, but that shit ain’t happening.
I am the only one that can stop her from hurting, I’m sure it's pure agony but her pleasure is now mine to control and I tell her just that.
“Asshole,” she whines, making me chuckle.
“You’ll get used to it,” I fire back, knowing I told her the same thing yesterday.
Running my cock back and forth over her slick heat I lick my lips feeling her wetness begin to coat me.
The scent of her arousal surrounds me amping up my need to get inside her but I don’t give in just yet I wanna hear my name pass her sweet lips one more time.
A whimper slides through her as I push against her, but still not entering.
“Nash, please,” she pants as her hips rock back.
“All you had to do was ask Little Mare.”
She growls, but it’s cut off on a loud moan as I finally give her what we both want and fuck if that little growl nearly had me losing my load.
“Fuck,” I grunt out on the cusp of a deep groan as I fully seat myself inside her.
One hand on her hip, the other in her hair pulling tight, I try to steady her as I catch my breath, her muscles squeezing the fucking life right out of me.
“Yes,” she moans, pushing back into me wiggling her ass wanting me to move.
“Grip the bed cover,” I growl out as I begin to thrust hard and deep, making her grunt.
Warm wetness coats my cock and I have to grit my teeth against an orgasm thumping down on me.
Thrust after thrust our bodies strain for the release we are both craving, sweat beads across our bodies, the sun beaming in through the double doors shine down on us making her glow underneath me.
Her fingers grasp the light brown bed cover, knuckles turning white, her back arching downwards as her neck strains towards me.
“Fucking Beautiful.”
“Nash, I’m-- I’m nearly--.”
“Shh I, got you, Little Mare,” releasing her hip, I slide my hand up her back, before sliding down her shoulder, cupping her full breast in my hand. I pinch a hard nipple making her back arch inward even more as her ass pushes and grinds against me as a soft mewing sound floats around me mixing with my own groans of pleasure.
Slipping my hand down over her stomach, I run my fingers over her hard clit before giving it a small pinch and that does it.
A scream rips from her throat as her pussy locks, seizing around my pulsating cock, pulling every drop of cum from me.
There is so much her little body can’t hold it all as it begins to spill out.
“Fuck,” my breath is coming in heavy pants, mouth dry from the best fucking orgasm of my life.
Falling down beside her, hating having to pull out.
I pull her into my side as we both try to catch our breath.
“Now that’s a touch I can definitely get used to,” she pants out, making me chuckle.
Leaning up on my elbow, I rest my head in my palm, rolling her over so she is looking up at me.
I can’t seem to stop touching her, running my fingers across her belly, feeling her shiver at the touch.
Leaning down I kiss one nipple before the other but instead of pulling back I open my mouth and give the hard little nub a suck before nipping the hard flesh making her whimper.
A cocky smirk hits my lips knowing if I run my fingers over her bare pussy she would be ready to go again.
“Smartass.” I chuckle, kissing her softly on the lips.
“Trust me when I say I will touch you that way anytime you want but just so you know you are mine,” I growl out the last part.
I wait for her to push me away and fight me, but instead, she melts into the bed as a radiant smile lights up her face, making her eyes shine.
“I know,” she shrugs as a warm blush creeps up her neck.
“You have my cum in you babe so one way or another I would have made you realize there was no fighting it and there is no way I am giving you up now.”
“Damn, we didn’t use protection. I’m clean, I promise,” she rushes out.
“So am I.”
I run my fingers down the side of her face pushing back the little tendrils of hair stuck to the side of her cheek “and there will never be anything between us.” I kiss her lips softly again.
“I want to see if this works between us Nash, I’m just scared,” she turns her face away from me with a sad look crossing her beautiful face.
Hooking her chin with my fingers, I bring it back to look at me.
“I know Little Mare in time you will let that go and just be in the moment with me.”
I wanna say so much more but I worry I may scare her so I just leave it at that as I mould our lips together, our bodies begin to heat up and strain towards each other once more.
I hope she is ready for many more rounds between us because one will never be enough...
Whistling along with the radio, I plate up the bacon and eggs onto two plates that are placed on the breakfast bench, pouring two glasses of orange juice. I also flick the switch on the kettle, all while waiting for my Little Mare to come downstairs. After bringing her to orgasm multiple times, I finally let her up to breathe and take a shower.
Looking out the big picture window that overlooks the front yard, I take in the clouds rolling in as the trees begin to sway.
Looks like we may have some rain today, which is a bloody blessing.
It's been months since the last downpour has hit the crops and grass, fingers crossed it comes down hard the land could do with a nice drink instead of us putting the sprinklers out.
Smiling, I get back to the task at hand: making breakfast for my baby after fucking each other’s brains out all morning.
I know we need to eat to keep up our strength, but that won’t be the last time today that I will have her flat on her back. Looking towards the clock on the wall I note it’s just after midday but there is nothing wrong with eating breakfast for lunch. Hearing her light footsteps coming down the stairs, I head towards the fridge to grab the milk for our coffees.
“Wow! Nash, this place is beautiful.”
Looking over my shoulder I take in her awestruck smiling face, letting my eyes slowly travel down the length of her body.
I clock every item of clothing covering a body I spent the morning exploring.
A growl rumbles deep in my chest taking in the brown leather band with heart shape cut-outs wrapped around her forehead, her thick dark caramel hair is flowing down in waves hitting just above her breasts over a loose cream knitted jumper that hits just above her knees, black leggings tie in the whole look and all I want to do is strip every piece of clothing off her.
Except for the leather band that may come in handy, I think, bringing my eyes back to hers.
I wink, watching as that cute blush rushes into her cheeks.
“Yeah, to me it was just a house that I built with my parents' help, but now with you here it finally feels like a home.” I shrug, trying not to give too much of what I’m thinking away.
“How did my things get here? Nash?”
“If you are going to stay here on this land, my bed is the only bed you will be sleeping in.”
“Sleep?” she questions, but I hear the laughter coating her words.
“Among other things,” I chuckle, heading towards the kettle to fix the coffees.
“So your mum did all the decorating then?” she asks, running her hand over the breakfast bench, her eyes swinging around the open-plan living area and dining room spread out befo
re us.
A weird look transforming her beautiful features with each detail she takes in.
I pause as I try to work out what that look is all about.
“Yep, I told her I didn’t care so long as there was a place for my boots, Stetson and somewhere to sleep,” I shrug.
Giggling, her shoulders seem to relax as she takes a seat in front of one of the plates.
Picking up her cutlery, she starts cutting up her bacon.
“So no other women have been here,” she whispers so softly I am lucky to catch every word over the low beat of the music floating through the room.
“Cora, besides my mum and Lucy, no other women have been in this house before,” I smile hoping to ease the tension radiating through her.
“Oh, Lucy has been here?” she smiles, but it’s fake and it pisses me off.
“Yep. Lucy has been coming up here since she was 16.”
Her eyes flash towards mine and if I’m not mistaken, there is jealousy swimming in those depths.
Reaching over, I lay my palm over her hand that has tightened around her fork.
“Lucy is like a sister to me, nothing has ever happened between us and nothing ever will,” I wink feeling her hand relax a little.
“The last girlfriend I had was back when I was 18, but she thought it was okay to sleep with my mates so after that I never had an interest in bringing a woman into my life. I thought I was happy with my land and my parents. Then you turned up, fell in my arms and all of a sudden everything I had planned out for my life turned on an axis and now all I want is you.”
“Nash it’s been two days how can you know this?”
“Nearly three days in a couple of hours, my father once told me that when he met my mom, his world stopped and all he could see was her and what he could do to make her his. He said that when you meet the woman, that’s meant to be yours, you will just know, your head won't stop spinning and you won’t want it to,” I shrug.
Chuckling, taking in her shocked expression as I take my seat placing two cups of hot coffee in front of us.
