by Dace Everan
Paula thought back. She grunted, rolling her eyes. “Stupid animals…always darting out”—she inhaled a shaky breath—“on the road,” she finished in a raspy voice.
Sam grabbed the water, holding it close to her. She took another sip.
She settled back with a huff. “Lila doesn’t know, does she?”
Sam shrugged. “I showed up last night.” He rubbed his hand down his face. He had had every intention of kidnapping her, taking her out to his cabin, and keeping her there till she decided he was worthy of her.
Paula saw the devastation in his eyes. She reached for him. “Sam?”
He looked at her, face grief-stricken. “Not ever leaving my side again, woman. I don’t care if you’re trying to get away from me. That’s not allowed anymore,” he demanded.
Paula teared. “Sam.” His name was a whisper slipping from her lips.
Sam stood, hugging her close. Goddamn, he would pay later for causing her pain. He needed to feel her.
Paula sobbed, arms circling him. “You can’t leave my side!” she ordered.
Sam wiped his face over his sleeve. “I won’t,” he promised.
Chapter Sixteen
Four months later
Paula released a whistle. “Well, you really can clean up a place, can’t you?” she praised, gaze assessing the changes in the cabin. He had fixed up the place while she had been in recovery at Jared’s and Lila’s.
Sam put her bag down on the new couch, closed the door, and swung his arm around to her front, a bouquet of wild flowers popping up in front of her face.
Paula giggled, inhaling deeply. “Love those tiger lilies,” she murmured.
Sam grinned, kissing her neck. “Does it meet your approval, she-devil?”
Paula giggled. Back to “she-devil.” She supposed she deserved it. She had been a rather growly bitch this last month. “Where’s the bathroom? I would hate to have to drive all the way back to the city just to use the can,” she uttered.
Sam led her to the far wall, opening the door. “Good?” he asked.
Paula’s jaw dropped. It was a tropical paradise. Slate rock surrounded the enormous tub. There was an actual toilet and sink, cabinets, a vanity! She squealed, looking at him, arms wrapping around his neck.
“Goddamn, I’m moving in here just for the bathroom!” she declared, stepping in and turning in a circle. Yup, this was her room. She looked at him, hands up, ushering him out. “My room. You can have the rest of the place. I’ll call you when I need a foot rub.”
Sam chuckled. “Fine… You can have that. I get the big, comfy bed over yonder all to myself,” he replied.
Paula peeked around him, mouth turning into an O. “Oooh, that’s a tough one.” She furrowed her brows, glancing at him. “I suppose I could share with you. You are not allowed to do anything but bathe in here. This is all mine!” she demanded.
Sam chuckled. He didn’t care. He preferred to go outside anyway. “All right, you’re not allowed to be on my bed, ever, unless you’re completely naked,” he demanded.
Paula cocked her head. Well, if that didn’t get the juices flowing. He would regret those words. “Okay.” She stepped around him and removed her coat, stopping in front of the fire. “How the hell do you have a fire going already?”
Sam smiled. “My other girlfriend stopped in and heated the place up for us.”
Paula snorted. “And let me guess, she returned to the land of fairies when she was done.”
Sam chuckled, placing the flowers in a tall glass and on the middle of the little table. “Yeah, how’d you know?”
Paula giggled. “I know everything,” she replied, crossing to the bed, shirt flying across the room, bra next.
Sam stopped and watched as she stripped down, cock thickening at the sight unravelling before him.
She smirked at him. “Looks more comfy than your couch. Just going to check it out.” She crawled into the bed, laughing. She nearly had to climb up into it.
Sam cleared his throat. “Suppose you’re eating your supper there, too?”
Paula settled into the middle of the bed, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, hands behind her holding her up. She sighed. “Sure, sounds great. Could you add more wood? Getting a tad bit nippy here,” she called, looking out the window.
Sam smirked, giving his head a shake. “Bad girl, Paula.” He added a few logs.
Paula giggled, moving, ass sticking in the air. “Want to spank me?” she offered.
Sam groaned, his shirt already joining hers on the floor. He unbuckled his belt and her ass clenched. He smiled, loosening his belt from his pants.
Paula peeked at him, pussy drenching at the sight—muscled torso out on display, blue jeans opened, thick cock poking out, straining. “Oh God,” she uttered, breathless.
Sam grinned. “Remember, relax, sugar,” he reminded her, running the leather belt over her smooth bottom.
Paula gulped back a breath. Oh, this was going to hurt. She just knew it! She moaned when his lips kissed each cheek. His hands grasped her hips. He easily lifted her, his tongue trailing down the crack of her ass to her cunt, dipping. She groaned, hands clenching at the spasm of electrifying heat that struck her everywhere. “Samuel,” she panted.
His tongue swiped across her swollen clit. She jerked out of his grasp and fell to the bed with a gasp. Sam chuckled. “Woman, be careful,” he chastised, rolling her over, spreading her legs wide, holding her ankles up above his head.
Paula stared, wide–eyed at him. Never had she felt as vulnerable as she did at that moment, his hands holding her in place, wide open for him to take in every inch of her.
“Going to lick your pussy until you come,” he decided.
She whimpered. She wanted him to do that so badly. “Please,” she whispered.
Sam chuckled, his hands sliding down her legs, kisses following. “You’re good?” he asked, kissing her belly button.
Paula nodded. “Good! Skin on fire, pussy wants attention,” she assured.
Sam smiled. Fire was good, tingles were bad. Those were their keywords now. His tongue slid along her glistening slit, flattening over her nub.
“Oh…my…fricken’ God!” she uttered, legs coming up, her heels digging into his back.
Sam smiled against her pulsing pussy. His hand clutched her leg. Paula whimpered as his tongue slid across her clit, flicked her and wreaked the most wondrous havoc on her pussy.
Her body slammed against his face and he just kept licking, assaulting her. Her heels dug into his back and he would not be deterred. She screamed and clutched the bedding, body jerking against him. His tongue tortured her pussy and then would thrust into her cunt. “Please, Sam!” she yelled, legs spreading, trying to lower under him.
Sam kissed his way up her body, nibbling her pointed nipples, palming them and pinching them till she was panting with need. “Mine, Paula…you are mine,” he declared.
She nodded. “All yours,” she uttered, hands grasping his hair, pulling his mouth closer.
Sam moaned into her mouth, her tongue eagerly swiping through his mouth. He pinned her to the bed with his weight.
Paula moaned, legs wrapping around him, her hips rolling. His thick cock slid against her sensitive clit. She pulled her lips from his and huffed into his face. “Shit…” she uttered.
Sam grinned, pressing his forehead to hers. “Relax,” he ordered, the head of his cock kissing her cunt. “Your move, Paula… How I showed you, sugar,” he whispered, lips nipping hers.
Paula nodded, legs hugging him closer. She was in control. He sunk into her at the pull of her legs around him. Paula mewled at the full feel of him embedded in her.
Sam assessed her every feature, excitement, fear, nervousness. “Ready?” he asked.
Paula shook her head no, nerves getting the better of her. They had discussed it fully. She would pull him in, he would roll over, and she would end up on top and in total control. “You’re really big,” she whispered.
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sp; Sam nodded. “We need to move, sugar. You’re going to start thinking, then things can go real bad,” he warned. He had had women who had thought rather than felt, and fucking a drying pussy was not cool, nor an option ever.
Paula nodded. He was right. She could feel that radiant burn she had already leaving. She needed to move and make that move now.
“Hug me, sugar,” he instructed.
She did so, his arms holding her close, and he easily rolled, not jarring her once. She smiled. That was fun.
“Slow, sugar,” he ordered as she placed her hands on his chest.
She kept her eyes on his. “What do I do?” she asked.
“Move…please,” he huffed, her tight little pussy hugging him snugly. She flexed her pussy muscles around him and it sent the most wondrous tremors through him.
Paula looked down between them. Sam held her hair, peeking. He smiled. As she moved, a high-pitched “ahh” escaping her. His hands skimmed up her thighs, grasped her hips, thumb dipping, caressing her clit.
She shuddered. “Stop!” she uttered. There were way too many sensations. She had just figured her rhythm and liked the feeling of him buried deep in her.
He smiled. “Make me,” he dared.
Paula groaned, grasping his hands, her fingers lacing into his. Her hips rolled and he gripped her hands nicely. “I love you, Samuel,” she whispered, eyes on his.
He smiled, craning to meet her in a heated kiss. His mouth left hers. “Love you, Paula,” he declared. Rising and sitting, he pinned her hands gently behind her with one hand, his other having free range over her body.
Paula panted as he cupped her breast, teasing her nipple, his mouth consuming it in his warmth. She bumped her hips on him. Both moaned in unison. Her hands tried to escape his grasp. “Please, Sam!” she begged.
He looked at her. “What, sugar?” he purred.
She struggled to get free. “Free my hands,” she begged.
He released her. Her arms circled around his neck and her body took off, pounding eagerly on him. He hugged her close, the slap of their flesh heightening his need. Her pebbled nipples rubbed against his chest, pushing him further.
Paula grunted. “I can’t…keep moving, Sam,” she uttered. Her legs were aching and she was going to have to stop. She shot him a pleading look. She didn’t want this to stop.
Sam eased her onto her back. Her legs circled him and he thrust into her. She strained against him, a hiss escaping her.
“Paula?”
“Fire…! Oh God… Fire!” she screamed. He pounded harder.
She clutched his shoulders, eyes on his as he brought exquisite, rolling pleasure to her. Her mind careened when he reached between them and fingered her clit. Her body stiffened in the utmost pleasure she had ever felt. Stars sparkled across her sight and a throaty scream ripped from her lips.
Sam hammered into her, his hips jerking as his seed shot into her. She buckled and her body quaked against him as a second assault of pleasure hit her.
Sam eased from her sweet sheath. He hopped from the bed and retrieved her fruit drink, placing the premade platter of fruits, cheese, and crackers on the end table. He settled next to her, giving her a moment.
Paula’s eyes opened and she smiled at him. “Again?” she asked dazed.
Sam grinned, shaking his head. “Drink, eat, and I’ll let you know.”
Paula laughed, slowly easing up, her legs clenching and her eyes fluttering closed, a soft whimper escaping her. Pleasure shot through her at the movement. She could still feel him in her, on her, all around her.
Sam snuggled to her back, offering her comfort. Paula settled into him, sipping the fruity drink. “Some of momma’s special sauce in here?” she asked.
Sam grinned kissing her temple. “Of course,” he replied.
Paula released a breath. “Well…we should probably use protection, then. You are aware that’s how I was conceived, right?”
Sam stiffened. “What?”
Paula looked back at him. “Your mom was friends with my mom. I… What I have, my mom had. Your mom gave my mom the same root. I asked, she told me.”
Sam paled. Paula couldn’t have a baby! Could she? Could her body take that? Would it hurt her? Would it be too much strain on her?
Paula chuckled. “Ah, forget it. Knowing my luck, you just put one in the oven already and now you’re feeding me your mom’s magic potions.” She tilted her head and looked at the roof. “I think you should make a nice, comfy room at your place just in case. I think I’d like a room at the back of the house,” she babbled.
Sam looked at her with disbelief. “Paula!”
She laughed at the stupid look on his face. “I wish I had a camera. You need to relax. Pregnancy never hurt my mother. Ask Dad. He’ll let you know. Mom knew when to relax and take it easy. With the tech we have today, I could have a caesarean and be out for the whole thing. I wouldn’t feel anything till after.”
Sam paled. The thought of someone cutting her terrified him.
She leaned up, kissing his chin. “Mom lived for fifteen years after she had me. Dad says I’m a lot healthier than she had been.”
Sam relaxed. He was pulling out next time. Wait, he had condoms in the truck. He would grab those. He furrowed his brows as a thought occurred to him. “You want a baby, Paula?” he uttered.
Paula laughed. “Sure I do. Who doesn’t want one? I won’t carry them, though. I have butterfingers, drop the poor darling.” She shook her head. That would be no good. She furrowed her brows. Wait, no, what the fuck she was thinking? “No…I—we shouldn’t even be—nooo. Too much at risk. I could never.”
Sam hugged her close. “A little Paula, could you imagine! Oh, damn… Two of you. You’re moving in with Jared and Lila, both of you. Sorry, I can only take you for so long. Two of you would kill me!”
Paula whipped around and stared at him. “Ah, no! You would move out and come relieve me when I need a fricken’ break from her…” Her eyes grew huge. “Oooh! Could you imagine a little jerk like you running around?” She slumped onto her butt. “Fuck, I would go insane. Yelling at you, yelling at him.” She shook. “We cannot reproduce. That would just be horrible. We would have to get rid of the poor child.” She shook her head. “Your parents are too old to be caring for a baby and your sister has too many and…you do have a lot of brothers…” She smiled. “Free babysitting.”
Sam stared at her. She was actually considering this. “Are you serious?” he uttered. He was too old to have kids. Wait, Jared just had a kid. Why the hell couldn’t he?
Paula laughed at the stupid look on his face. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. “God, you’re cute when you get that stupid look on your face.”
Sam just stared at her. Cute when he looked stupid? This beautiful, evil genius of a woman wanted to have his baby! Wanted to make him a dad. Wanted to be the mother of his child.
He looked at her special drink, noting it was gone. He looked her body over then looked deeply into her eyes. Beautiful emerald orbs full of mischief, determination, and a hint of daring.
“You, woman…are making me the happiest man on the face of the planet.” He took her mouth in a hungry kiss, manoeuvering his body around hers until she was lying beneath him. Her legs spread and her hot, wet pussy rubbed against his now-thickening cock. “Assure me right now, Paula, that I can do this,” he ordered.
Paula nodded and her mouth took his as her hands cupped his face. She bit his lower lip, tugging at it, and looked deeply into his eyes. “You can and will, Samuel. You will make me a mother and you a father.” Her lips nipped at his as his cock kissed her cunt. “You will take care of us, and we will take care of you.” She kissed him again, moving her hips closer to his, her eyes rolling in bliss as he slid easily into her weeping pussy. “Yes, Samuel… Please make us a family,” she pleaded, rolling her hips against his.
Sam fought not to pound into her soft body, not take her with the eagerness the swept through him at the thought
of making a family with this woman. He fisted his hands next to her head on the soft bed and let her roll her hips. Let her lead.
“We can and will do this, my Paula,” he uttered against her neck, fighting the urge to dump his load in her right then and there. He felt the tightening in his balls and growled as her tempo quickened. Her nails clawed at his back and he shivered at the exquisite sensations it sent through his body.
“Oh God, Sam! I feel you pulsing in me!” she cried, slamming her cunt eagerly against his cock. “Please, Samuel… Take me!” she begged, grasping at his ass cheeks, spreading her legs and looking him in the eye. “Please, Sam… Fire. Give it to me now,” she pleaded, her eyes widening as he thrust eagerly into her, as he took her with all he had. Her heart soared with the utmost love that her man was not afraid, that he would take and give equally in their relationship.
“I love you, Samuel Keepher!” she cried as her pussy quivered in pleasure around his thick cock, as her body shook with quakes of ecstasy. When his cum shot in her, she cried out at the sensual burn it offered her. Her body arched and she squealed in pleasure.
Sam panted against her neck. The sweat on his body cooled him and sent a chill over him, causing him to shiver, sending shivers through Paula. “I love you with all my heart and soul, woman,” he declared. And he did, and from this day forth, he would do whatever it took to keep that beautiful, content, loving look on her face.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I am the proud mother of a beautiful tween and handsome teen. I started dabbling in writing at a young age. My first story was a twisted story about bunny rabbits and a little girl in a mystical forest, an evil mother who wanted nothing more than rabbit stew (I was eight). My older sister introduced me to romance novels at the tender age of eleven and I’ve loved them since. I picked up my first Erotica in my thirties… WOW! Inspiring.
I find being able to create a world of wonderful characters an amazing achievement. I had always figured historical romance was where my heart laid, but after reading a few BDSM and erotica e-books. My mind was changed and I have never felt so comfortable in my life than in being able to create wonderful people and bring them together with a little spank and tickle.
