by Laurie Roma
“Don’t worry, I plan to. Even if the elevator fell it wouldn’t stop me from having you, Tara. You feel so good, so tight around my fingers, baby.”
His fingers worked their way deep inside her, making her strain for more but he continued working them slowly in and out of her slick, tight hole. She rode his fingers, straining against the palm of his hand, brushing the tight little bundle of nerves as she sought release. She felt so incredibly good. Even though it was only his fingers inside her, it was as if his whole body could feel the pleasure of rubbing into her liquid heat. Sweat broke out over his body as his cock pulsed and throbbed with need.
He scissored his fingers inside her pussy, working the tight muscles apart. Worry crept in as it registered just how tight she really was. He pulled back enough to look into her beautiful eyes that had darkened with the pleasure she was feeling at his touch.
“You’re so tight. How long has it been for you, baby? It’s been a while since you’ve had someone in this tight little hole, hasn’t it?”
What? Her eyes widened in disbelief.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Tara all but snarled in his face. What in the hell was wrong with him? She couldn’t decide if she wanted to hit him or throw him down onto the ground so she could ride him until she came.
Then kick his ass.
“I’m sorry I’m being a jerk, but, sweetheart, I have to ask because it means I have to get you ready for me. I know I’m big and you’re so tiny. I can barely get my fingers inside you and, baby, my cock is a lot bigger than my fingers.”
“It’s been a while, but trust me, I can take you.”
Julian felt the fever of heat swell inside him, knowing that no one else had touched her lately. And no one would now that he had claimed her. “I know you can take me, baby. Just relax and let me make you come before I shove my cock in your sweet little pussy. It’ll make it easier.”
“Julian…” The slow, steady rhythm of his fingers was driving her insane with need.
“What, baby? Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you. Tell me what you want, Tara.”
Feeling uneasy with the emotions running through her, Tara knew she couldn’t let Julian control her pleasure. That gave him too much power over her.
She wanted him, but on her terms.
Tired of waiting, Tara reached down and quickly unzipped Julian’s pants, pushing them down along with his boxers. His massive erection sprang free into her hands. She stroked the long, thick shaft roughly, pulling at it like a dog on a leash. His harsh, ragged moan was like music to her ears.
“In me,” Tara panted. “I want this inside me. I want you to fuck me, hard and fast and right fucking now.”
It was as if her words set him free of restraint. The dark desire in Tara’s gaze seared Julian’s brain so he could barely think. Not thinking, driven by pure instinct now, his hands yanked at her clothes, simply shoving her shorts down so she could kick them off over her gym shoes. Julian step forward and jerked her back into his arms. His mouth slammed down on hers, taking her kiss. Reaching down, he gripped her legs, yanking them up around his waist.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered.
She complied and held on tight as he bent his knees slightly, his cock rock hard like a heat-seeking missile, ready to fuck. He nudged the entrance to her pussy, feeling the heat of her caress the tip of his cock. This was it. He pulled back so their eyes locked. She was too small for him to force himself inside her. He had to take it slow.
Tara saw the worry flash in Julian’s eyes as he began pushing inside of her. She was tired of waiting. She knew he wouldn’t give in to his need without enticement. He was too considerate of a man for that. Well, she had no problem pushing things along.
Fuck this.
Hands planted on his shoulders Tara used her legs to pull Julian’s hips to her as she shoved her body down on him, driving his cock deep inside her. His hoarse shout of pleasure echoed through the small, confined space as her own cry joined his. Tara’s head banged back against the wall as she was struck with the incredible feeling of being filled with his hard flesh.
He had forced the tender folds of her pussy apart with his huge cock. It hurt, just a little but she could take it. The small bite of pain just made her pleasure that much more intense and heightened her need for him to make her come.
“Damn it, damn it, Tara. I don’t want to hurt you!” Julian growled. His voice a whip of anger at what she had forced him to do.
Holding still, Julian panted like he had just discovered air. Holding back when all he wanted to do was pound into her tight pussy was killing him.
“Shut up already and fuck me, Julian. It’s so good. Give me more,” Tara moaned as she tried to move on him, but Julian’s hands were like vises, holding her hips hard so she couldn’t.
With a deep growl he plunged his tongue back into her mouth, stroking hers over and over again. Her tight pussy gripped him perfectly and he felt her moan vibrate through his body. The damage already done, he slowly shoved more of his cock inside her, feeling her hot, silken flesh welcome him into her body. He held her head steady with a hand gripped tightly in her hair, the other on her ass. He didn’t stop pushing until his entire length was deep inside her. Only then did he pause.
He had never felt anything so good.
His body shook as he tried to hold still, to let her get used to the feel of him inside her. He knew she was too tight still. He was massive in both length and thickness, and she was too small to just be picked up and wall banged, but he couldn’t help himself. She had felt so fucking good around his fingers he just had to feel her around his cock and, like an impatient ass, he had rushed it.
He moved his hand from where it was cupping her ass over to her front so his fingers could play over the hard crest of her clit. His mouth moved over hers to devour her cries of pleasure. Her taste, the feel of her wrapped around him was so incredible that he couldn’t get enough.
He had to make her come, that was it, he had to make her come first, make her slippery and wet with need so he could pound his cock into her clenching pussy like he needed. His fingers rubbed over her clit as he crooned softly in her ear. “Come for me, baby. It will feel so much better once you’re dripping wet. So wet that my cock will slide in easy.”
She could feel the heat in her body building with an intensity she had never felt before. It threatened the control that she tried to keep wrapped around her like a cloak of protection.
“Just do it. I’m fine. Just move. I want—”
Julian’s voice was tight, hard, and demanding. “Fuck that, Tara, give it to me. I want to fuck you, but I have to get you ready first. I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll take care of you, just let go. I’ll fuck you hard and fast like you want but I want you to come on my cock first. Come for me, now!”
She had no choice. His fingers playing on her clit and the throbbing hard length of his cock packed tight inside her was all she needed. Lightning struck. Her body clenched and shock waves of pleasure flowed through her entire body as she came.
“Oh fuck!” Tara screamed her release.
Julian could feel the muscles of her inner walls clench down on his cock so tight it almost strangled him. Before her shudders stopped, Julian thrust his hips against her in short, quick strokes. He kept pumping into her to test her readiness and to help prolong her orgasm.
“Harder,” she panted. “More, I want more.”
This time Tara slammed her mouth down on his. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth then pressed kisses down his neck until she came to the junction of his neck. She rocked her body on him and bit down hard enough to spark a reaction from him.
He drew back, until only the head of his cock was lodged inside her and plunged back inside her heat. Now that Tara’s body had relaxed a little, he was ready. Breath hitching, he pulled her thighs wide with a hand underneath each of her knees, holding her legs apart, opened for him. He began to tunnel into her with fast, hard strokes,
her hips moving to meet his every thrust.
All she could do was wrap her arms around his neck and hold on. His hips slammed hard against her, her body braced against the wall. There was no give and he was able to power into her so deep she thought she could feel him in her stomach.
“Like that?” Julian demanded.
“Yeah, just like that.” Passion-glazed eyes sparkled with satisfaction and Julian knew he had never seen anything as glorious.
“You’re so damn beautiful. Your tight little pussy feels so good I could keep fucking you forever. That’s it, sweetheart, take all of my big dick deep. Oh, fuck you feel so good. Ah god, baby. That’s right. Fuck me back.”
She was so hot, so slick with her desire that his cock easily forged so deep inside her he pushed against her cervix with every thrust. Most women couldn’t take his whole length and he usually tempered his thrusts, but Tara was having none of that.
Using her legs for leverage she forced him deeper inside her hot hole, welcoming the bite of pain that only increased her pleasure with every thrust. He filled her completely as he stretched her body over his impaling cock, over and over, pounding furiously into her welcoming warmth with rhythmic thrusts.
There was no give in either of them. Both took what they wanted, driven to madness by the manic need burning in their blood. Time seemed to stop. In this moment, this was their world. They were like two animals coming together, mating in a wild frenzy.
Only the two of them existed.
Not thinking, they could only feel.
“Come for me, baby. Again. Come again. Come with me.” Julian found himself pleading, trying to hold himself together until she found her peak again.
“Just a little more. Right there,” Tara ordered.
Julian angled his hips and pounded into her full-force exactly where she needed. After a few more thrusts, she screamed his name as her body came apart in his arms. The force of her climax had her clenching him, muscles tightened, trying to hold him within the confines of her body.
Nails latched on to his shoulders, digging in, making him groan at the pain that triggered his own orgasm. He drove every inch of his hard cock into her, hips slamming, forcing his cock deep as he roared with his release so loud it rang in her ears.
She laughed in victory as she felt him explode inside her. His cock embedded deep, filling her with pulse after pulse of his hot, thick cream.
Chapter Seven
Julian stood on shaking legs, panting for breath.
His big body held Tara in place, nailed up against the wall, still impaled on his flesh. When he came, it had almost driven him to his knees it was so damn good. Sex with Tara was amazing. It was so much better than he imagined that he wondered if he was dreaming.
Even after the mind-blowing orgasm he had just experienced, his cock remained hard inside her snug pussy. Ready for the next round. It was as if his cock had found its happy place and never wanted to leave it.
Not wanting to embarrass himself he turned, letting his body slide down the wall to the floor before he collapsed. Still inside her he settled on the floor, content to wrap his arms around her and hold her on his lap. It was arousing to know that this amazing woman had trembled in his arms. Tara was a wild thing, fierce and untamable.
But for this brief moment she was simply his.
Tara took a deep breath. Taking quick inventory of her body, she realized she felt…absolutely wonderful. She knew from just looking at him that Julian had some moves, but he had exceeded her expectations. It wasn’t just the great sex that put her in this mood. It was that for the first time in longer than she could remember, she felt happy.
Julian made her feel…alive.
Lately she had been so used to waging the war against despair and misery within herself that she almost didn’t recognize the feeling of warmth that was settling over her. It’d been so long since she had felt this kind of happiness.
The sex had been great, no doubt about it, but something had happened that she hadn’t expected. She was finally able to feel something. It was as if Julian had triggered an emotional switch that had lain dormant inside of her, hidden deep within, out of reach. A part of her wanted to nuzzle into to him, like a child seeking comfort. That scared the crap out of her.
What the hell was she thinking?
What did she know about comfort and care? She wasn’t the type to dream of soft, gentle kisses and warm, comforting embraces. Knowing she was making more out of this than it was, she mentally scolded herself. Reality check…she and Julian had just gotten hot and heavy in an elevator. There was nothing more to it than that.
They had both just scratched an itch that had been there since they met. Now it was done. Even so, Tara made no move to get up off of Julian’s lap. She was happy to remain right where she was.
The thought of that gave her pause.
With it came the knowledge that if she wasn’t careful, this man could hurt her. Pushing back the feelings of panic, Tara allowed herself to just enjoy the moment. Julian’s body was so warm and she was so tired of being cold. She laid her head on Julian’s shoulder and just sighed.
His grip tightened on her as she snuggled into him. Julian knew at any moment Tara’s shields would once again be put back in place. But for now, she was his woman, soft and warm and open to him. His body weak, it was all he could do to lift a hand to gently run it over her silky hair. It was like all of his energy had left his body as he came inside her, yet he had never felt more exhilarated.
Julian opened his eyes slowly. They widened in shock as he looked around the small room. Julian couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t prude by any means but still, he had never done anything so crazy in his hotel before. He was a man who dated and slept with some of the most beautiful women in the world. Socialites, models, Julian had his pick. Usually when he was seeing a woman, he would wine and dine her before taking her to bed. It was all very sophisticated and proper.
There was nothing proper about this.
Julian’s dress shirt hung in useless tatters on his back. The buttons scattered across the floor around his suit jacket that lay crumpled at his feet. His pants and boxers hung haphazardly on his legs, pushed down so they gathered at his ankles above his expensive shoes. He remembered Tara had only taken the time to lower them enough to release his cock. He never even bothered to take them off completely.
Tara was no better. Her black shorts were thrown into the far corner of the elevator next to her discarded jacket. She still wore her black tank top and her shoes. Something about seeing both of them still wearing their shoes made him want to laugh. They looked absolutely ridiculous.
If anyone could see them now…
It amazed him, really. He was the CEO of a major corporation. A man who had been praised for his manners, the epitome of a gentleman. He was always aware of his position and the people who held him to a higher standard of decorum. And yet this tiny enigma of a woman had turned him into a raving beast. She had unleashed a dark craving inside of him. Something wild and wicked had made it so that he didn’t give a damn where they were. He had only known that he needed to fuck her.
This woman had literally brought him to his knees.
And worked her way into his heart.
He wasn’t sure if it was love yet, but he knew that there was something special between them. Part of him didn’t want to feel for her. He liked being a bachelor, answering to no one. Those days were long gone now. For how long he wasn’t sure, but he was willing to find out. With a woman like Tara, there could be no hesitation on his part. She was like smoke, dark and mysterious, and almost always out of reach. She would fight it, but he was persistent.
A determined man was a force to be reckoned with.
“I can hear you thinking,” Tara sighed.
“Can you?” Julian murmured. “It wasn’t the best showing for our first time together.”
Her head lifted, eyes narrowed. “What do you mean? Is that a dig?”
His laught
er rumbled deep in his chest. “No, that wasn’t an insult, sweetheart, at least not at you. You were amazing. I, on the other hand…was brief.”
Her low, husky laugh had her body clenching around his cock, causing him to harden further inside her. He remembered the sight of Tara laughing, her head thrown back like some pagan goddess as he had poured himself into her when he had climaxed.
Unbelievable.
Just the memory had his rigid penis surging to full mast once again.
She blinked in surprise. “Really?”
“Honey, you’re sitting on my cock.” He gently brushed the back of his hand over the soft skin of her cheek before running it down the length of her hair. His gaze drifting down to take in her beautiful full lips before meeting hers again. “And you feel so good I can hardly catch my breath. How could I not get hard?”
“You sure are a smooth talker.”
He didn’t like the speculation in her eyes. “I’m not just saying that. You can feel exactly what you’re doing to me.” He accentuated the point by thrusting his hips up, filling her full with his engorged cock.
Tara could feel him throbbing inside her, hard as a spike again. She let out a gasp as she felt him slide all the way inside her. They both moaned in pleasure at the sensation. She felt his hands caressing over her hair, then down her back over the cloth of her tank top.
Tara forced herself not to freeze.
She knew exactly what he would feel if the cloth wasn’t between his hands and her flesh. During her career Tara had received numerous wounds and had even gotten shot twice. Most of her injuries had healed, but the worst of them had come from her time at the hands of Hassan Sharif. Evidence of torture was difficult to cover up even though the worse wounds had been to her soul and didn’t show to the outside world.
The tight, puckered skin from the various wounds she had received during her torture were unsightly, she knew that more than most. A few months ago during a spa visit with her friends, Bella and Liz, Tara had realized how her scars could affect others outside of the business.
