Be Mine (A Smut Collection)

by J. L. Beck

  A pout formed on her face, and her eyes filled with sadness. I lifted a hand to her chin, gripping it firmly so that she couldn’t turn away from me as I spoke to her.

  “I want to, Isabella. Do you feel my cock? How hard is it already? That’s because of you. For you.” I thrust upwards, allowing her to feel the desires coursing throughout my body right at this very moment. After all that I had done for her today, she had to know that I wanted her more than I had anyone else ever.

  Her white teeth sank into her pink bottom lip. Was she trying to make me blow my load again?

  “I believe you, Logan. I’m just ready for more. I want you again and I don’t know if I’ll get this chance with you again.” The sadness that seeped from her words broke my fucking heart. I couldn’t have her thinking that all I wanted was her virginity and that I wouldn’t be back for more.

  A switch flipped inside of me, and something took hold of my emotions and heart. Look up into those hazel eyes I knew I had to do something.

  “I’m going to give you what you want sweetheart, but it’s not going to be gentle or kind. It’s going to be rough, and dirty. It’s going to make you question every single thing I’ve ever said to you, but you’re going to know that with every thrust of my cock inside that sweet pussy of yours that I love you. You’ll never question that… I promise you.”

  Isabella nodded her head and I couldn’t help but want to say, you don’t know what you’re agreeing to just yet babe.

  Instead, I ignored the need to explain myself to her, and flipped her over to her belly across the bed in one fluid motion. Then I grabbed both of her arms in one hand pushing them above her head while I centered my cock at her entrance. She pushed back against me as if she wanted to tempt the beast inside of me.

  “Not a good idea, Isabella,” I growled into her ear leaning into her body, the head of my cock slipping through her folds. Her breath hitched as I slid it back and forth the movement’s feather soft.

  “I want you, Logan.” She lifted her head, arching her back, and body into my touch, my cock almost sliding into home base. A smile pulled at my lips, she was a little vixen, a turned on, innocent as fuck woman who wanted me to fuck her like a slut and I was worried, worried that I might like it but even more worried that she might like it.

  “Beg for it.” My teeth sank into her shoulder as I slammed into her to the hilt, my balls slapping against her clit as my cock hit the back of her womb. I wanted her to beg for my cock like it was the only thing she needed in her life.

  “Please…” She pleaded. I could feel her pussy clench, gripping me so tightly I was afraid if I moved I might blow my load. “Fuck me Logan. Fuck me hard. Please, fuck me hard.” The air in my chest settled deep into my lungs. I released her hands from above her head and placed a hand on her slim waist guiding her movements as she moved against my cock.

  My other hand made it’s way into her hair, my fingers threading through the locks as I wrapped them around my hand, pulling on them ever so lightly.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard, Isabella. If you want me to stop you need to say so now.” I was seconds away from my patience being shredded. If she didn’t want to see the animal in my she needed to say so now.

  “Fuck me.” She growled taking me by complete surprise.

  “That’s my girl.” I hissed, slapping her ass hard as I pulled all the way out of her. I was going to imprint myself deep inside of her soul. I was going to fuck her so hard she would never forget me, or the things I did to her body.

  Chapter Nine

  Isabella

  The air left my lungs and my scalp stung as Logan pulled my head back, arching my body to take more of him into my pussy. He slammed into me over and over again, my belly filling with pleasure, as his balls slapped against my clit. I had never been so turned on in my life.

  This man possessed me and owned me. He knew my body better than I knew it myself. I pushed up on my arms trying to take as much from him as I possibly could, every thrust pushing me closer and closer towards that invisible cliff, the one I desperately wanted to fall off of.

  “Had I not taken your virginity myself, I would question how sweet and pure you really are…” His voice was feral and unlike any tone I had ever heard come out of his mouth before.

  “I told you I was bad…” I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, taking every single inch of pain and pleasure that he was giving me. His grip on my hair tightened, as did every muscle in my body, as a wave of pleasure crested inside of me. The tension released from within, snapping like a rubber band that had been pulled too far.

  “Cum, Isabella. Milk my cock. I want to feel your walls grip me so hard I never want to pull out.” The dirtiness of his words, mixed with the pleasure that already burned through my veins heightened my orgasm. A blinding light flashed before my eyes as shivers ran down my spine.

  Weightlessness consumed my body as Logan pounded into me, his hand releasing my hair so that he could hold my hips in place. Every single movement he made I felt deep in my soul. It was as if he was trying to shove the love he had for me as far inside my pussy as he could.

  “Fuck. Your pussy is heaven, Isabella.” He grunted, before pulling out of me, hot sticky semen landing against my naked back a moment later. I had never experienced something so erotic as a man cumming on a woman, I had only read about it in my books.

  I felt loved and consumed with passion and need by this man. He took his hand and rubbed it into my skin as if it was lotion.

  “Why are you doing that?” I questioned looking at him over my shoulder. The look in his eyes was so raw, so breathtaking it would’ve knocked me over had I not been lying down.

  “I want you to smell like me. I want my seed covering every single inch of your body. I want any fucking man that comes within two feet of you to understand that I own you and that your heart belongs to me. That’s why I did it.”

  I blinked, because as alpha and crazy as it was, I totally understood him. There was no way he was letting anyone else take me from him and for some fucking reason, that thought alone brought tears to my eyes.

  Logan evoked feelings in me that scared me, but also made me ecstatic. I had tried to wipe the tears away before he could see them but it was too late. Before I realized what was taking place, Logan was pulling me up off the bed and into his lap. Forcing me to face him and the emotions he was making me feel.

  “Did I hurt you?” The fear in his eyes was almost comical. Did he hurt me? Yeah, there had been pain, but there had also been pleasure, and love, and feelings, so many fucking feelings.

  I shook my head, the fear easing from his eyes and in its place sadness, and confusion was growing.

  “It’s just all the feelings that I’m feeling. I want more than just sex with you, and I don’t know if I can have it, if you’ll give that to me.” Somehow I had found my voice, my eyes never leaving his even though I wanted to look away.

  “You don’t know if I’ll give you what? A chance. Love?” His voice seemed to rise with every word said. “You’ve already fucking owned me, Isabella. Don’t you know that? I’m willing to kick my own brother’s ass to have you, to keep you, and not just to fuck you. I want to get to know you and learn the things that make you tick. I want to kiss you, and tickle you, and possess you in ways you’ve never imagined. I want to own you, and be owned by you.”

  Tears leaked from my eyes and down my cheek, more coming even after Logan squished them with his thumb, clearly upset that I was crying.

  I took in a deep breath of air, my body shuddering in his arms. “I want that, all of it with you but I don’t want my mother to know, and I don’t want Luke to hate you because you have me and he doesn’t. I don’t want to destroy your brotherhood.”

  A flirty smile that would have me doing anything just to see it again showed on his face, revealing two very adorable dimples.

  “I’m sorry, Isabella but I’m not hiding what we have from your mother. You’re fucking mine
and I’ll be the first to tell her how I feel about you.”

  “That’s good because you have a lot of explaining to do, Logan.” I squealed, my mother's voice meeting my ears. I twisted around in Logan’s lap, my eyes stopping at the bedroom door where my mother stood, a scowl marring her face. My heart was beating in my throat, as Logan wrapped a protective arm around my back.

  “Mrs. Sterling.” Logan greeted her like he wasn’t sitting stark ass naked with her daughter who he just fucked into next year.

  “Get dressed. I expect both of you to meet me in the kitchen in a few minutes.” Her eyes stayed trained on me before she shut the door quietly, as quietly as she had opened it.

  I blinked, and then I blinked again, wondering if this was all a dream. Had my mom really found me naked with the man that was supposed to be working on our fence? Morally, I wondered if I had made the right choice?

  “Don’t over think it, Isabella. We fucked. It was hot, and I’m never going to give you up. Nothing your mom says, or Luke says, is going to change that. You’re an adult and you can make your own choices. I love you. I want you. And I always keep what I want.” He placed the softest kiss known to mankind against my nose and scurried out from underneath me, finding his shirt and pants that had been tossed God knows where.

  “I…” What did I want to say? The words wouldn’t come out, no matter how hard I tried to make them. I stood from the bed, feeling a deep ache between my legs. I shifted on my legs aimlessly before crossing the room to where he had found his shirt on the ground.

  “Don’t mince your words, tell me…” I couldn’t let him finish whatever it was he was going to say. The need to kiss him was overpowering me. This may have started out as a hunger, a deep need for sex, but it had bloomed into so much more, more than either of us expected I was sure.

  Standing on my tiptoes I pressed my lips against his as hard as I could. But what was supposed to be a hard, all-consuming, raw kiss turned into a soft, pleading, burning kiss. The softness of it piercing me straight through to the heart. This man owned me and no matter what my mom said downstairs that would never change.

  “I want this, and no matter what she says downstairs I want you to know that. Okay?” I had to verify with him that he knew that, and what I got as I pulled away from him was just that, understanding.

  “Oh I know baby, and I’m not letting her take you away from me either.” My heart skipped a beat just as I found a pair of yoga pants and shirt to throw on. I was ready to face her, and tell her how I felt about Logan.

  Chapter Ten

  Logan

  “You come in my house and have sex with my daughter and expect me not to be pissed when I come home and hear moans coming from upstairs?” Mrs. Sterling was livid when we finally made it downstairs, you could see she had been near tears the moment we walked in.

  “I’m not going to bullshit with you, Mrs. Sterling. I love your daughter, and this has nothing to do with the sex we shared. It has everything to do with what I feel for her inside of here.” I pointed to my chest, my heart.

  Mrs. Sterling squinted her eyes at me and then turned to Isabella, who was more than shaken up over the whole thing. It was a mistake to have taken her here in her bed, especially when her mom wasn’t home, and could show up at any time.

  “Love? You think he loves you? He’s got to be six years older than you, Isabella.” Her mother’s concerns were genuine I would give her that, but what I felt for her daughter bordered on insanity. I wouldn’t hurt her and I most certainly wouldn’t let another fucking man touch her. She was mine.

  “I love him, Momma. The second I met him I knew he was it.” Isabella smiled nervously at me. I gripped her hand in mine, squeezing it tighter, just so she would realize I was still here with her.

  Her mother shook her head, “This isn’t how it works, Isabella. You’re my daughter, my only child. You’re all I have left.” Tears rimmed her eyes, and I knew I needed to prove to her just how much her daughter meant to me.

  “Mrs. Sterling. I love your daughter and I’m not going to let anything happen to her. Not now, not ever. You will never find her hurt in my presence, and I will hurt anyone who tries to hurt her. When I say I want her and that I love her, I mean it.” I stared her straight in the eyes, and she met my stare. I could see the love she had for her daughter was fierce.

  Seconds, maybe even minutes, passed. Who knows, but we stood there waiting for her to decide, and I could see it. All of it weighing heavily on her mind. She was wondering if I was worth it. If I was a man of my word.

  “If this is what you want, Isabella, then I will honor it. I will give you my blessing.” The love she had for her daughter was astounding and I respected that because she was Isabella’s mom, and if I loved Isabella, then I loved her mother because she was the reason I had this amazing woman.

  “Really?” Disbelief dripped from Isabella’s words.

  “Yes, under one condition.” Mrs. Sterling lifted her finger, pointing it at me. “You will not have sex with my daughter again in this house.” She raised an eyebrow at me, and I snickered swallowing around the laughter.

  “I swear it won’t happen again.” And it wouldn’t at least not for a long ass time. Next time I took Isabella it would be in my bed, in the one place I hadnever brought another woman before.

  “Good. Now if you don’t mind I would like to spend the rest of the evening with my daughter.” That was my cue to leave, even though I didn’t want to.

  “I’ll show him out, Mom,” Isabella grumbled, clearly upset that I was leaving. I was upset too, but this would give me a chance to talk things over with Luke. To explain to him that things with Isabella were serious and that I wasn’t going to be fucking around anymore.

  Her mother shooed us out of the kitchen, and Isabella walked me to the door. I found my phone in my pocket and messaged for an Uber.

  “I can’t believe…” Isabella let out a sigh as we walked out the front door our hands still interlocked. I looked down at them, relishing in the feeling that burned through my veins because I had her, because I loved her.

  “Believe it, and when you roll over in the morning and feel that sweet soreness resonating through your muscles and pussy, remember who it was that provided you with that feeling.” Even though I wanted to stay and cuddle the fuck out of her and maybe even slip in another session of sex I knew this was for the best. Her pussy needed rest and I needed to square shit away with Luke because Isabella would be coming over tomorrow.

  “Oh, I’ll remember, how could I possibly forget?” The smile that lingered on her face was one that I would strive to put there every single day. I would be the best man I could possibly be, and I would take care of her to the best of my ability.

  “I didn’t think you could, or would, I just wanted you to know you’ll feel me and all the things I did to you in the last two hours.” I placed my lips over hers, and she sighed into my touch, melting into a molten pile of mush.

  The sound of a car horn blaring behind us forced me to step away from her. I looked down at her, whispering words I never expected too.

  “I love you, Isabella. Sleep tight, because I’ll be seeing you again tomorrow.” The coldness of leaving her didn’t seem to bite nearly as much as I expected it to, even as I walked away and got into the car. My eyes stayed trained on hers until I hit the end of the road, and she was no longer in sight.

  ***

  “Yes, Luke. Fuck me. Harder. Harder.” Luke’s hookup moaned as I pushed through the front door. There was shit thrown around in every single direction and it looked as if someone had gotten into a fight right here in the living room.

  My eyes honed in on him and then the girl he had pinned against the kitchen counter, her tits bouncing in the air as he continued to thrust inside of her.

  “You’re a bad, bad girl, and you know what I do to bad girls?” Luke growled before taking one of her tits into his mouth, “Fuck them harder.” His eyes lifted to mine, a deep anger radiating through
them and into me. He was pissed off at me and he was taking it out on everyone else.

  “You can stop at any point and time,” I mumbled, heading into the kitchen to get a bite to eat. As surprising as it was to find a naked girl being fucked across my kitchen counter, it wasn’t all that surprising that Luke had done it.

  Luke pulled out of her and mumbled something in her ear. A firm pout formed on her face, and her lips turned down even more as Luke continued to speak. She slipped off the edge of the counter and just as her feet hit the ground, and she took off in the direction of her clothes which were somewhere in the living room Luke landed a hard smack against one of her ass cheeks.

  “Just because you’re mad at me doesn’t mean you have to fuck someone on our kitchen counter. At the end of the day, you’re still my brother.” I loved Isabella, and I couldn’t hide that from him. Yeah, we shared in the past, but Isabella was different, so fucking different and totally not worth sharing.

  “Mad. Me?” He laughed but not really; because nothing on his face said he was amused. “I’m not mad, Logan. Not at all.” He got into my face, completely naked and I didn’t even blink an eyelash at him.

  “You are and I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you, but I love Isabella. I love her, Luke, and I can’t share something I love. I just fucking can’t.” I couldn’t believe I had finally said it out loud to him.

  His eyes bugged out of his head, and his fists clenched at his side. Yeah, we were brothers but I was sure I was about a second away from getting my head knocked off.

  “Love?” He spat the word at me like I was dumb or something. “Virgin pussy doesn’t equal love, Logan. It doesn’t mean she is the one. God, you’re so fucked up.”

  He took a step back, and then another, an invisible wall forming between us. He was going into hiding, shielding himself from my reach. There was nothing I could say to make things right between him and me.