by Aria Cole
“Scarlet,” I growled as I pushed my way through the master bedroom, hearing the door crash against the wall as I laid her down on the large king bed.
“Will it hurt?” Her fingers danced across my shoulders, driving me mad with desire.
I took her lips in a gentle kiss, my hands caressing her body like I was fashioning a delicately crafted piece of art. “I’m afraid so, baby. I’m sorry.”
“Promise to go slow?” Her fear nearly punctured my heart, and I wished with everything I had that I could skip this painful part for her.
“Hey.” I took her face in my hands, gazed into her eyes, and saw every single dream for my future. “You don’t have to ask me that. I would never do anything to hurt you. I will always do everything it takes to stop you from feeling pain. I promise I’ll go slow. I promise if it gets to be too much, I’ll stop. And most of all, I promise to kiss away any pain you may have until all you remember is the good parts.”
I hooked the elastic of her underwear in my palm and pulled them down her legs. “I promise to always take care of you, anytime, day or night. Call my name and I’ll be there.” I placed a kiss at the soft swell of her hip. “We’re connected, you and me. I can feel you here.” I covered my heart with her palm in mine. “When you hurt, when you cry, when you worry, I feel it. We’re the same person, Scarlet. Our flames were split long ago, we just had to find each other again.” I nuzzled against her ear. “I’ve been looking for you.”
Scarlet smiled deeply, overwhelming emotion radiating in her eyes as she gazed up at me. “Well, what took you so long?”
“Been right here all along, baby.” A rakish grin crossed my face, as I crawled up her body and cupped her cheeks in my palms. “From this moment forward, I’m always right here.”
Her sweet eyes welled with tears before a slow smile curved her rosy lips. “Thank you,” she whispered and pulled my head down, kissing me, her tongue pushing past my lips to dance with mine. I thrust my hips against her, my desperate cock anxious to be buried so far inside her I could forget every painful thing that had ever happened to me before her.
“I’m ready, Beau. I want to feel you.” Her seraph voice nearly tore my heart up.
“You’re my everything, Scarlet. I just want you to know that.” I placed a kiss on her lips again, easing my erection between her thighs, feeling it make contact with the hot, wet flesh of her beautiful pussy for the first time.
I sucked in a sharp breath, feeling overwhelmed as I got ready to enter her.
Take it slow. Be the man she deserves.
“I’m going slow, baby.” I kissed across her jaw as I pressed the tip of my dick between her hot lips. Her body arched, and her legs wrapped around my waist, grinding her hot little core against my dick and nearly making me lose my ever-loving mind.
“No, don’t do that.” I rested my forehead against hers, my muscles strung tight as I tried to control my breaths. “I’ll never be able to take it slow if you keep grinding against me like that.”
Her soft chuckle surprised me and sent Cupid’s blazing arrow straight to my heart. “I want to feel you, Beau. I want you inside me.” Her voice lowered one sexy octave as her hand ran across my back.
“Mm.” I slid my dick between her silky lips, massaging her clit with the tip, trying to lubricate her as best I could to prevent the pain I knew was coming. “So glad I found you, petite rouge.”
SEVEN
Scarlet
I sucked in one lungful of air after another as I felt the slow stretch of Beau’s cock filling my body. A thousand angry needles pinched at the sensitive flesh, my nerves protesting as my muscles locked and tried to prevent him from plunging himself further. He was too big, way too big, much larger than average, I assumed.
“Shh, baby, just relax, deep breaths and let your body adjust to me.” His words soothed me as his hands worked apart the flesh of my thighs. I sucked in as I felt the relaxation of my muscles, the slow burn fading to a slight pinch before my breathing turned to normal and I loosened my legs.
“That’s my girl.” His hands were in my hair, his lips kissing across my cheeks and jaw. “That’s my beautiful girl.” He pushed in again, millimeter by millimeter, and I found his invading flesh didn’t hurt me like it first had. My body relaxed, the pain turning to a soft throb, before nearly melting away completely. Beau’s thumb slid between our bodies, his digit swirling at the engorged flesh as my pants began to pick up for a totally different reason.
“Slow, baby, we’re going slow,” he murmured, as my hips began an anxious rocking of their own. Beau’s palm tightened at my hip as he tried to still me, but I was too far gone. This felt so good. Suddenly it felt like he was touching the most intimate parts of me, and it was thrilling, all-consuming, so many sensations overwhelming every system of my body.
“Beau, I want to feel you…deeper,” I begged, and his nostrils flared, his eyes raking up and down my body beneath him before his hands plumped at the flesh of my breasts, one thumb and finger pinching at the cool bud before releasing it again.
“Drew me in from the start. No wonder I couldn’t stop thinking of you, petite rouge.” Beau placed a decadent kiss on my lips as he slid his cock deeper inside me. I arched and groaned, my fingernails digging into his skin as I breathed through the slice of pain shooting from the inside out. “Such a little firecracker.”
“You’re so big, I didn’t think it would feel this good,” I gasped as a slow orgasm built in my body, the base of my spine burning with an overwhelming sensation.
“I knew it would be this way. I tried to fight it, tried to fight you, tried to fight my feelings, but damn if you didn’t steal every breath in my body. I’ve lived a long time without you, Scarlet. Not gonna live a day longer.”
He pinched at the precious little bud he’d been working, and my release burned through my body, eating up all the energy in my muscles and sending me jetting into another galaxy. Nothing existed beyond his arms around me, the feel of him buried so far inside me, the soft touch of his lips, the rough pads of his thumbs. His scent curled around my nostrils, and I was lost, surrounded by him in every sense of the word.
“Never letting you go,” Beau gritted as his body shuddered, his hands clenching at my thighs, as he yanked his erection from my body, long hot jets of his semen splashing across my stomach. I watched fascinated as he milked the flesh of his erection, sweet agony covering his tortured face. The clench of his jaw and the furrow of his brow as he released himself on me was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen.
I licked my lips, desperate to have him all over again. Desperate to feel him cum deep inside me, coat me and claim me from the inside out.
“Love you smelling like me.” Beau began to rub the white semen across my body, over my breasts, across my navel, around my mound, and dipping his long middle finger inside my soaked core. “Consider that my brand, baby. Just try wearing that dress again and see what happens.” His cocky grin sent a wave of surprise crashing through me as his words curled my stomach, making me want to burrow into his arms. He said all the right things, and I loved every minute of it.
He tucked me under his large arm, and I curled myself around him, drowsy with sex and lust.
“Next time I’m gonna cum inside you.”
I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my mouth. I leaned over and pressed a flirty kiss on his lips. “I can’t wait.”
“Mm…damn, petite rouge. If you only knew what you did to me.”
EIGHT
Beau
I woke early the next morning, excitement coiling my gut and tightening my dick. Scarlet had slept in my arms, in my bed all night. The thought made me almost giddy. In so many ways Scarlet was my first, and she would be my last. She was it for me.
I couldn’t breathe for a single damn moment without her. I couldn’t fathom a life without her sparkling eyes and the tinkling laugh that sent long-dormant butterflies sputtering in my gut.
I grinned, hearing the soft br
eath of her next to me. I rolled over, trying not to wake her. The creamy white sheet fell over the swell of her breast, one graceful arm bent at the elbow as she slept, her lips parted and her hair a wild fucking mess of waves on the pillow around both of us.
She was a goddamn angel, and I was a slave to her love.
I traced a fingertip across the pillowy flesh of her breast, pulling the sheet down just a fraction and watching as her succulent nipple budded in the cool morning air. I grinned, my thumb darting across the peaked flesh as my mouth began to water and my dick began a slow throb. I’d need to have her this morning, and every morning. I loved my scent on her skin, warning every other asshole off, but even more than that I wanted to empty myself inside her. Claim her as mine, put my baby deep inside her sweet body and keep her in my home and in my bed forever.
I’d raise ten babies with her and be the happiest man on earth. Her nurturing warmth and stubborn spark reminded me of my own sweet mother, and I knew instantly that Scarlet had burrowed her way into my heart much more than I’d even realized.
I pushed a hand through my hair, determined to let her sleep a while longer and thinking I could make her something for breakfast before I left for work this morning, so I stumbled into the kitchen naked. I hadn’t been this happy in too long, probably forever.
I poured a glass of orange juice before gazing out the window. My eyes landed on the rows of cherry trees in the distance, the immaculately landscaped gardens of the main house, and the small groves of evergreens sheltering the stately manor.
It was a beautiful home, that’s for sure, but I was perfectly happy right where I was. I’d renovated this cabin with my own two hands. I had a thriving business and the ability to do just about anything my heart desired, but the one thing I wanted more than anything may prove to be the hardest to attain.
Her.
I wasn’t a foolish man. I understood the world was tough, and a man like me didn’t marry a girl like her. Seeing that house, I wouldn’t be surprised if she came from a world of private schools and parties. I was a simple man, and working with my hands under the hot rays of the sun was one of my greatest joys. It was a life I preferred, but not one that many understood.
“Morning,” a voice sweeter than any angel I could fathom carried across my kitchen. I turned to find her wrapped in one of my plaid shirts, not a thing else.
“Scarlet.” My cock flexed and throbbed as I closed the distance between us. “Fuck, you’re beautiful in my shirt.” I cupped her neck and slid my tongue between her lips, enjoying the taste of her on my tongue. “Thank you for spending the night with me.” I placed a slow, languid kiss on her mouth.
“Thank you for giving me such a wonderful night.” Her grin crooked to one side and caused my dick to twitch.
I weaved my palms beneath the shirt she wore and made contact with her hot flesh. “We’d better get moving before I lose myself inside you again.”
“Mm, sounds like the perfect start to the day,” her pouty lips murmured against mine.
“Tempting.” I kissed her lips again. “Very tempting. You’re welcome to stay here. I’d love nothing more than to come home to you, barefoot on the front porch, greeting me wearing nothing but a smile, but I think I heard something about reading to Gran this mornin’, and I don’t want you to miss that.”
I cupped her ass in my palms and pulled her lower half against me, my morning erection pressed against her body and begging to sink inside her. My instinct was to have a chat with Ms. Fair and tell her Scarlet was mine and that she would be staying with me at my place for the rest of the summer, no two ways about it, but I recognized the situation was delicate. I couldn’t exactly beat my chest and haul her over my shoulder and steal her away, no matter how much I secretly wanted to.
“Think she’ll be okay that you stayed out all night?”
“Oh, I dunno.” She furrowed her brow. “She’s usually not awake and around till later, so she may not even notice, but I’m eighteen, so it shouldn’t be an issue anyway, right?”
“I hope not.” I kneaded at her shoulders. “Now let’s get in the shower. I want to get my soapy hands all over you.”
Scarlet laughed before turning, a soft breeze catching the hem of my shirt and revealing the delicious curve of her ass cheek.
“Fuck, you wear these things around me on purpose.” I slapped at her cheek playfully. “You could use a punishment for all the teasing you’ve been doing.” I caught her by the waist and nipped at her earlobe as we stepped into my master bathroom.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Loup.” Scarlet turned, landing a cocky grin of her own on me.
“Pretty little liar.” I grinned and caught her chin, holding it in place as I kissed her deeply, plunging my tongue past her lips and down her throat. “I want this ass so bad I won’t be able to think straight at work today. You’re dangerous for a man like me, petite rouge.”
“Why?” She spun, one of her arms suddenly around my neck, her leg hitched around my thigh.
“You make me want things I’m afraid you’re not ready to give.” I hoisted her onto the bathroom counter, thrusting my cock between her legs and pushed the plaid fabric down her shoulders, using the arms to tie her wrists behind her back. “Look at those pretty tits thrust out for me.” I held the weight of one in my hand, pinching her nipple a moment before moving on to the other. “You like when I look at you like this?”
She nodded her head, her chest heaving in labored, lust-filled pants.
“I wasn’t going to take you this morning.” I pushed her thighs apart and settled myself between them, sliding my dick in her silky hot slit and holding on to the few thin threads of control I had left. “And I’m still not, but clearly you want my attention.” My fingertips danced across her heavy breasts. “And mark my words, I own all your pleasure. The day you leave this house unsatisfied is the day I fail as your lover.”
“L-lover?” Her eyes flickered open and closed again.
“Bet your sweet ass I’m your lover. Didn’t I make it clear last night?” I grinned, catching her bottom lip between my teeth as she rocked her hips fiercely against my cock.
“Yes.” She shuddered as I felt her pulse and shake around me.
“So sensitive.” I swirled her arousal on my fingertips and trailed it up her skin, painting the glistening path across one nipple before landing at the bow of her lips. I pushed my finger into her mouth. “See what I do to you?” I husked as I watched her tongue whirl across my digit, tasting the arousal coating my finger. Her eyes lowered with lust as she sucked and pulled, cleaning my finger like she was starved for the taste.
“Now get in the shower. I’ve got to get to work, and you’ve got to spend some time with Gran.” I pulled her from the counter and landed another swift smack on her ass. “This is mine tonight.” I rubbed at the flesh of her ass cheek, then landed another swift smack, watching her milky flesh pink up nicely.
“Beau!” Scarlet turned after the second smack, her eyes wide as she rubbed at her cheek, a beautiful blush creeping up her chest.
“My mark on your skin looks good,” I said, the only thing going through my head at that moment. “Now get in the shower before I do it again.”
NINE
Scarlet
“Christ, woman, you can’t wear that. I thought we talked about this.” Beau’s large body covered the distance between us in a heartbeat, his fingers pulling at the torn strap that had once helped hold my dress on.
“I don’t have anything else, and someone got a little wild last night.” I gestured to the hem, a new slit up the side seam that revealed more thigh that it had last night.
“Shit.” Beau thrust a hand through his hair, then rummaged through some drawers and pulled out a soft, blue, plaid shirt. “Put this on over it at least.”
“You’re being silly,” I giggled, but secretly enjoyed his doting hands pulling the warm cotton up my arms and over my shoulders. I sniffed the cool soapy scent of his
laundry soap and let my eyes flutter closed for just a second.
“Damn, you look even more beautiful now.” He caught my chin between his fingers and pulled me in for a soft kiss. My hands wrapped around his neck on instinct, my mouth open and welcoming him as I melted against his body.
A low rumble fell from his lips as he broke the kiss and held me at arm’s length. “Wish like hell I didn’t have to work today.”
“It’s okay. I have a hundred things to do.” I buttoned the shirt around my torn dress as I spoke.
“Well, make it a hundred and one. I want you back here with me tonight.” Beau pulled a pair of jeans up his strong legs and pulled a clean white shirt from his drawer.
“Yes, Mr. Loup.” A Cheshire cat grin turned my lips.
His growl was the only response I got before his hands were at my waist and he was spinning me in his arms. As he bent me over the bed, he pulled up his crisp shirt and the hem of my dress, his palm stroking my bare bottom as if he adored it. I missed its absence a moment later when he landed a swift spank on my right cheek.
“Ow!” I jumped and squirmed, his palm pressed at my back, preventing me from getting far.
“Mm, love seeing my handprint on your ass, petite rouge.” He stroked the fading sting with his palms, leaving me surprisingly comforted. “Now, say thank you.”
Lust rocketed through my brain. Thank you? He expected me to thank him after a spanking?
“Scarlet?” his delicious tenor sing-songed.
“What if I don’t want to?” I turned, taunting but with an undertone of seriousness.
One dark eyebrow rose, and his fingers slipped through my dripping sex, swirling arousal across the skin of my thighs. “Thank me, petite rouge.”
