by Wyatt, Dani
“You are perfect. You know that?” There’s a lilt in my voice that I can’t hold back. I’m done playing it cool.
“Back atcha, baby.” He reaches over to run a thumb down my nose. “Now, I want to show you around. Then, we’re going to finish what we started at the restaurant.”
As fire flames behind his eyes, my heart leaps in my chest.
9
GEO
I DON’T THINK I HONESTLY ever considered getting out of my line of work before today.
It’s not that I actually enjoy it. I don’t. I’m numb to it. Indifferent.
It’s the way things are, and I guess in a way I just always saw myself carrying on doing it until either I couldn’t any longer, or someone stopped me.
But here’s the thing. I have enough money saved to live more than comfortably for the rest of my life.
I made a deal for this house with a client who was in foreclosure. I paid off what he owed the bank, he signed over the deed to me and got to keep all his bones intact. Win-win. I’m not here that much. I haven’t gotten around to doing anything with it.
But I’m also happy as hell I never finished decorating the place. Because now, I want her touches everywhere. Sure, there was a comfortable living room, the kitchen has a table and chairs, and my bedroom is nice, but the rest of the place is practically empty, and I finally know why it never felt right to finish it.
Even the house was waiting for her. Waiting for our turn to have the life we never allowed ourselves to dream of.
If she wants a different life, so do I. I’m going to give it to her. To us both.
Listening to her talk in the car about her mom. Her life. My heart didn’t just break, it changed.
It was a shriveled, half working organ before. Now, it feels as though I’ve received a transplant. I don’t feel like the same man I was this morning when I got the call from the hospital.
I watch as she walks around the foyer looking up at the three-story ceiling painted like clouds and blue sky. She spins, and the skirt of her dress flows with her movements, making me hard.
Harder, I should say, because my state of near constant erection would probably baffle the medical community.
“And you live here? Alone.”
I chuckle and take her by the hand, leading her down the hall. “Yes, baby. Alone.”
“It’s sort of empty.” She screws up her face, crinkling her nose.
“I know. I guess I was waiting for someone to help me with that.”
Her sweetness is already changing the way the house feels. Thinking about how she grew up, I’m amazed how she’s retained this innocence. There is nothing hard about her.
When I think about that fuck at her apartment, I get red flashes in my vision, and all the rage I felt when I saw him put a hand on her comes flooding back, all the anger at the way he talked to her making me want to snap his fucking neck. If his fingers ever manage to find their way to her again, I’ll break every one.
Slowly. Painfully.
Then I’ll shove them into his eye sockets for looking at her the way he did.
I know that look. He was being an asshole, sure, but in his eyes, I saw the lust. No way is she going back there, not while I’m breathing.
I shake away those negative thoughts. I don’t want any of that between us now because all I can think about is getting her under me. Under my tongue, under my body, under my control.
My cock is pressing upward to my belt buckle, demanding to get at her. But, it’s more.
For the first time in my life, I want my seed inside her. I want to take root and watch her belly swell and know it is our love that is growing inside her. She’s so tiny, and I’m so freakish.
She’s soft and cute and kind. I’m hard and scarred and jaded.
But, it’s like I’m the key and she’s the lock. I’ve been searching for her, and I didn’t even know it. I’ll change my life for her. I’ll make our life for her.
Something new. Something wonderful. It’s our turn to have something we want, and I’m going to make sure it happens.
“Love,” I whisper the word and shock rocks through me.
“What?” Nicci twists her head upward to look at me.
“Nothing.” I stall my steps, and she spins when my hand holds hers back. “No, not nothing.” I stiffen my shoulders back. “This is fast. I get it. I think I’m insane. But you can’t say this isn’t real. You are mine, Precious. And I’m yours. Tell me, the first time you saw me, what did you feel?”
I spin her around and place my hands on the sides of her neck, feeling her pulse race. When I look in her eyes, all I see is her looking up at me when I slide into her for the first time. Calling my name, buried deep in her pussy, filling her with me.
“This is crazy.” She licks her lips and puts her hands on her cheeks. “But I felt like you were the one I’d been waiting for.”
“Yes, baby. I am the one you’ve been waiting for. And I’m going to show you just what that means.”
NICCI
“GEO.” HIS NAME TUMBLES from my lips as he moves his hands under my arms and lifts me up and onto him like I’m a feather.
It’s hard to breathe, and the heat between us multiplies. The sheer power that he has should frighten me, but it makes me feel safe. As though he will only use it to protect me, never to hurt me.
His dark suit makes him even more intimidating, but the way the white cuffs of his shirt rimmed the dark sleeves while we ate dinner, exposing the hint of dark hair on his arms, was as sexy as anything I’ve seen before.
“I’m going to take you, Nicci. You know what that means, right?” He begins to walk us down a long empty hall, and my heart races and my belly flips and flutters. “Since the first day I saw you on the bus, you were mine. I’ve watched you. I knew there would be no one else for me but you. I waited, but I’m done waiting.”
I gulp and try to swallow the lump in my throat as he takes me inside a massive bedroom. It’s fully decorated, unlike the majority of the house I’ve seen so far. There are floor to ceiling windows along one side, overlooking a shimmering pool and gardens that look like they belong at a palace. Orderly, groomed and controlled. Just like Geo.
But I feel that control snapping and it’s because of me. The thought has me dizzy, the power I didn’t know I had over a man like him is making me feel drunk.
His eyes look wild like he’s restraining something deeply violent and primal, keeping it buried within, but I can sense it clawing its way out, unsure if I want to flee or throw myself against him. His scent is manly, lusty and as it hits my nostrils, I realize just how much I want him.
He presses his lips to mine as he kicks the door shut and my nipples pebble, wetness drenching my bare sex.
“I’ve wanted this,” I manage, my voice shaking at the honesty. “You. I’ve wanted you. So much. I’ve never felt anything like this before I met you.”
“Good,” he growls. “You’re going to be mine. Say you want to be mine, Precious. I need to hear it.”
He holds me tighter to his body, my hands moving to the coarse hair covering his jaw and a shiver radiates through me.
I want to answer, but the words bank in my throat.
He rests his forehead against mine. For such a brutal looking man, the sweet kindness he radiates toward me has me melting.
His voice is a whisper when he insists, “Say it, Nicci.”
His arms wrap completely around me, making me feel as though I am an extension of his body, that I am no longer just me, that we are becoming part of each other.
I swallow hard. “I want to be yours. Please, make me yours.”
“I’m going to. In my bed. In our bed. I want to do this right. You are precious to me, and I’m going to show you just what that means.”
Inside the room, he whirls around, spinning us and approaching the mammoth bed centered on the wall opposite the windows. When we are next to the bed, he lowers one hand and sweeps back the chocolate brown velvet comforter, exposing th
e crisp white sheets beneath.
“I want your bare skin on these white sheets. I’ve changed them every day since I met you, wishing I could have you here. I’ve been planning for us for so long.”
He lifts me up and off of him, placing my feet on the edge of the bed, so I’m standing in front of him. Even standing on the bed, I’m only a slight bit taller than him, and I rest my hands on his broad shoulders.
“Do you like this dress?” He rumbles as his hands come to the neckline, his fingers gripping the thin fabric.
“Yes.” I look down, then at the passion in his eyes. “I actually do.”
He swallows, and I sense the effort to maintain his control, to be able to speak. “Fine. Then I won’t rip it off of you like I want to, but it’s coming off.”
His hands work the belt, and in a few seconds, he’s got it open as he drags it down off my shoulders, exposing me to him. A rumble tears from his throat and his eyes darken. He reaches around and works the clasp of my bra, and a moment later that is gone as well.
Next, he silently removes my shoes, and I’m standing naked in front of him.
“Fuck, baby.” He eyes me up and down, rough fingertips gliding from my shoulders, down my sides to my hips, making me shiver and turning my nipples to tiny rocks.
His hands slide upward again, this time to the back of my head and into my hair. His fingers tangle there and tug until my head is pulled back and it makes me whimper with desire.
The ceiling is painted in this room as well, and as my eyes dance upward, I see the fresco above is a lake with trees and a tranquil meadow, extending from the doorway to the wall of windows, covering every inch of space. It should make me calm, but instead, it drives heat through my body. It’s nature, raw like our passion, and I sense the wildness in this man.
His lips find my nipple, and I yelp as his mouth closes around the sensitive flesh, sucking and biting as his hands slip to my rear and pull me forward.
“So fucking sweet,” he growls into my flesh. “I’m sure your pussy is sweeter. I bet you’re dripping aren’t you, little girl? You dripping for me?”
He works the other breast with the same ferocity as the first, only this time he drops a hand between my legs and unapologetically pushes them apart.
I moan as his tongue traces around my nipple, and his fingers slip back and forth in my folds.
I hear a low moan rumble from him as his fingers move to my clit and give it a soft pinch, making my hips buck forward.
“That’s my girl.” He tips his head back, looking up at me, and loosens his grip in my hair. “Look at me.”
I do as he asks, an orgasm building quickly as a thick, rough finger slips inside me, curling and pressing at a spot that has me immediately on the edge.
“God...” I gasp, squeezing my eyes closed as my hips rock into his fingers.
“This sweet cunt is a mess.” He plunges his finger in and out, his thumb circling my clit, making it almost impossible to stay standing. “How’d that happen, Precious?”
My hands clutch at his shoulders as I try to steady myself.
As if he can sense when I’m right on the place where I’ll tip over into my climax, he eases back, eyes narrow and focused on me like he’s playing a fine instrument.
“You’re doing it.” I manage to gasp as I focus my gaze, watching his jaw tighten.
“That’s right. I’m doing it. I’m the only one that will ever do it. You understand?”
“Yes.” I bite out as he rolls my clit between two fingers, then slips them back inside me. Back and forth until I’m a panting, begging mess. “Please.”
“You want to cum?” he grunts, his hand once again grabbing at my hair and pulling, as his mouth meets the flesh of my breast and he bites down, sending a wave of pain through me.
“Yes. Please.” The words come out in a stuttering whisper.
“Good girl. I like when you say please.”
With that, as if he knows the exact button to push to set me free, his fingers work inside me, and I explode in a shaking, yelping orgasm. His hand releases my hair, gripping me around the waist as my knees give out. My legs begin to tremble, and I nearly pass out from the pleasure.
As I convulse, I feel his mouth on me. Biting and sending the jolts of wicked pain over my skin, which only serves to intensify my orgasm.
When I finally start to come down, I feel his tongue gently tracing over all the hot spots where my skin throbs.
I’m panting as he lowers me down onto the white sheets, his hands moving to work his tie loose.
“Now, I’m going to kiss that sweet cunt of yours until you make that pretty mess all over my face.” He strips off his jacket, then his shirt, and is standing before me like a monument to masculinity. “Spread your legs, Precious, it’s time for me to feast.”
10
GEO
I SEE THE FEAR IN HER eyes as she looks at my cock.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m going to get you ready first.” I center her tiny frame in the middle of the bed, her ass just teetering on the edge of the mattress.
She’s displayed for me on the white sheets, just as I’ve imagined it for six months. All the nights here in my bed, thinking of her. Violently stroking off, wondering what she tastes like, how tight she will be once I get inside her.
Now, she’s here, it’s real, and there is no comparing the reality to my fantasies. She is on another scale.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful.” I drop to my knees, my hands winding around the tops of her thighs and working them over my shoulders.
The rest of the world disappears at the sight and scent of her pussy.
“Geo.” Her tiny voice drifts down, and I hear the uncertainty there.
“Precious, I’m going to take good care of you. Your pussy is as important to me as your heart, trust me.”
“I’m nervous.” Her innocent honesty touches my heart.
“You will understand how much I love doing this in time. Kissing you here.” I grit out, trying to hold back my orgasm from my mouth being this close to her pink heaven. “I could do this for the rest of my life and never get enough.”
Her moans are my muse as I plant the first kiss on her sweet clit. She’s already drenched, and the moment her flavor washes over my tongue I’m on fire. Her scent, her taste, burn into me like a brand and I’ll never be the same.
As her legs tighten around my head, I part her opening with my tongue, dancing just inside and sucking out as much of her delicious juice as I can manage, drinking it down and feeling a sense of coming home.
Her hips buck, and her body twists and my cock is so fucking hard that the ache throbs through my entire body. My blood is rushing through my veins, pounding in my temples, as my hungry tongue fucks into her, letting her taste turn me mad.
I slip my hands up under the small of her back and lift her to rest harder against my devouring mouth. I pinch her clit between my lips, flicking my tongue as her hips begin to jerk and she starts to make the most incredible noises I’ve ever heard.
My balls draw tight, and I ease my cock against the side of the mattress, trying to calm the beast that is clawing its way out of me.
I’ve never fucking wanted anything more in my life than I want Nicci. I realize I’ve got to clean up some things in my life to be worthy of her, but I just hope I can make it all happen before she finds out what a fuck I am.
A criminal.
An alcoholic.
The two things she said she would never have in her life again.
I shake the thought away, and she whimpers, my name falling from her lips. Her hands fly out to her sides, fisting the white fabric as I hold her body against my face.
I drag my tongue from her clit to her opening, over and over, until she shudders and arches upward.
Nothing compares to my addiction to her.
I can feel my balls filling with more cum. Cum that I will deliver so deep inside her she’ll be pregnant in no time.
Her so
ft ass takes the grip of my fingers as her hips begin to grind into my attacking mouth.
Just when I sense she’s ready, I ease back, the desperate plea in her moans driving the animal inside of me wild.
“What do you say?” I rasp, flicking my tongue on her swollen clit. “What do good girls say?”
“Please,” she barks, her eyes wild. “Please, God, don’t stop.”
Her hips twitch as she tries to take what she needs.
“You’re a desperate, dirty girl, aren’t you? Desperate and dirty for only what I can give you.”
She nods, and I tighten my grip on her body, letting her know I’m in control of her. All of her.
I’m dry humping the side of the bed as I suck down hard on her clit. Dropping one hand from her ass, I drive my thumb into her opening, and when I do, she comes undone.
There’s a wild buzzing in my brain, a barbaric bellow roaring from me as she shatters and drenches my mouth and I swallow, greedy and needy for every drop of her pleasure.
I snarl and groan into her opening as her body tightens on my thumb, her legs kicking and her hips twisting, making it hard to hold on as I rub myself on the bed and lose myself in the sounds and flavors of her orgasm.
I don’t relent though. I give her only a moment to breathe before I continue, drawing out two more orgasms before I finally let her rest.
Her honey is dripping down my beard, and I check myself just before I lose it on the bed, knowing when I come it will be inside of her.
She’s shaking and trembling when I finally come up from between her legs and scoop her into my arms.
Her lips crash onto mine, kissing me in a desperate way that makes me need her even more knowing she needs me. Her scent and flavor mix into our kiss, making me feel like a warrior who’s just claimed the ultimate prize.
But I’m not done. Oh, no.
We are far from done.
11
NICCI
I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS is me.
I begged for an orgasm.
Begged.
