The Private Serials Box Set

by Anie Michaels

“No.” His voice was low and gravelly. “It means you’re mine. From now on, it’s only me. You’ll be with me and trust me to keep you safe.” His hands travelled down my back and ended on my ass, pulling me into him again, making me gasp. “Give yourself to me, sweetheart. But make sure it’s what you want.”

  “I want you,” I said firmly, into his ear. “I want all of you to have all of me. Take me, please.” Instantly, his hands were on my waist, hoisting me onto the counter. Then he found the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head, so quickly I barely had time to process what was happening.

  “I got to see a lot of you from the waist down earlier. I’m looking forward to exploring the other half of you,” he said, his thumbs brushing over my cheekbones. I watched as his eyes slid down my front, and I loved seeing his eyes widen when they reached the black lace, see-through bra I had on. “You’re a little minx,” he said with a smile, running his forefinger along the lace edge that sat at the swell of my breast. “You came down your stairs looking like you were ready for a nap in this t-shirt and pajama pants. I can appreciate the relaxed look,” he said, moving his finger to the other side, causing my breath to hitch. “But you knew what you had on under that shirt.”

  I opened my mouth on a moan as his tongue traced a path down my chest and into the valley between my breasts. His left hand palmed me and the friction of his skin over the lace rubbing against my nipple was blissful. His mouth moved down my right breast and his hand pulled the lace down, exposing me to him. He leaned back slightly to look at me, his eyes clouded over with lust, but wasted no time taking me into his mouth.

  My legs wrapped around his waist, urging him closer to me, his cock pressing up against my center. He felt unimaginably hard and large. My hand went to the closure on his pants, opening them. His mouth was still working my nipple, his teeth gently tugging, his tongue lapping and swirling. I reached past the waistband of his underwear, wrapped my fingers around his cock, and he growled around my breast.

  He was like hot steel in my hands, hard and warm. I gripped him and slid my hand from root to tip, using my thumb to trace circles over his head.

  “Fuck, Lena,” he said, pulling his mouth away from my breast.

  “Please,” I begged quietly. “I want to be naked in a bed with you.” My words were hardly out of my mouth before his arm was around my waist, lifting me from the counter. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and enjoyed a front piggyback ride through his house. I used my tongue to tease his neck as he walked, not paying attention in the least to the rest of his house.

  When we finally made it to a bed, he climbed on first, crawling on his knees to the middle, his arms still holding me close to him. Then he lowered me excruciatingly slowly, kissing me the entire way. When I was comfortably lying on the bed, he settled his hips between my thighs, the pressure of his middle against my center so spectacularly arousing, I needed everything to be moving faster. He seemed content to savor everything happening between us, but I was eager and craving him.

  I reached between us and pushed his pants down over his hips, using my feet to free him completely, then I brought my hands up to push his tux jacket off his shoulders. He broke our kiss to lean up and slide his jacket and vest off.

  “You’re in a hurry?” He had a smug smile on his face. Usually, I would have made a snide remark about it, but he wasn’t wrong. I was in a hurry. I reached down to take off my lounge pants, but his hands wrapped around my wrists. “You might be okay with the fast route, but I’ll be the one to undress you, Lena. You’re like a gift I want to take my time unwrapping.”

  His mouth trailed down the center of my breasts, leaving light kisses in his wake. When he passed my belly button, he made sure to kiss it deeply and I felt shockwaves roll through me, ending in my center, igniting a whole new flame. I writhed underneath him, panting, and with anticipation prickling across my skin.

  “Jesus, Lena. You’re so responsive. I’ve barely touched you.”

  “Don’t stop,” I whispered.

  His hands gripped the top of my pants and started pulling them down, slowly sliding his fingers down my hips and thighs. Once I was free of them, his mouth was at my ankle and he trailed his tongue all the way up my right leg, alternating between licks and wet kisses. By the time he made it to the edge of my panties, I was moaning and squirming.

  His warmth disappeared and my eyes opened, searching for him. He was leaning back, simply looking at me. My first instinct was to be embarrassed by his intense stare, to want to cover up. My hands itched to cover my belly or hide my breasts. But the look in his eyes was enough to send even more heat through my body. He liked what he saw, enjoyed looking at my body; he wanted me.

  I let my gaze drift over him and my pulse thundered through my veins at what I saw. Preston Reid, white tuxedo shirt partly unbuttoned, and black boxer briefs. He looked like every woman’s fantasy. His dark hair was mussed from my fingers, his briefs tented thoroughly; my mouth watered at what he had hidden under that cotton fabric. I simply couldn’t take it any longer.

  I sat up, feverishly working to unbutton the rest of his shirt. As I moved from button to button, his chest was slowly revealed to me, and even though I could have imagined this moment a thousand times, I never would have gotten it right. My mind could not have comprehended what Preston’s naked chest would look like, because I’d never seen anything like it.

  He was glorious. He was ripped. He was hard and broad. I wanted to lick every solitary inch of him. So I did. As I slid his shirt off his shoulders, I pressed a wet kiss right between his pecs, and tongued my way down the crease of his abs, my hands finally joining me and grazing over all his hard and powerful muscles. After enjoying the front of him, my hands slid around his waist, slipped under the waistband of his briefs, and palmed his fantastic ass, skin against skin. He was perfect everywhere.

  I pushed his underwear down and he lifted up onto his knees, allowing them to fall down his thighs. When his cock finally sprang free, I wasted no time admiring it with both my eyes and hands. I gripped him, watching my hand slide up and down his shaft. He was long, hard, wide and perfect. As I stroked him, he leaned over to his bedside table and opened a drawer, pulling a condom out and handing it to me.

  “Put it on me, Lena,” he said, his voice low. I took it from him, but didn’t open it. I just looked down at it in my hand, contemplating what my next move would be. “Baby,” he whispered, using his hand to bring my face to his.

  “I want to feel you, Preston.” My words were quiet and soft; I wasn’t sure I wanted him to hear me.

  “Tell me what you need.”

  “I don’t want you to wear this.” The words rushed out of me. I paused and then took a deep breath, continuing on. “I’ve only ever been with one person, and I’ve been on birth control for ten years.” I closed my eyes, thinking about how many times I’d wanted to throw the pills away in the past, but I shook my head slightly, trying to clear my thoughts and focus on the hand gently caressing my cheek. “I don’t want anything between us,” I breathed out.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked, his brown eyes dark and deep.

  “Yes,” was my immediate response.

  “Then lie back, sweetheart.”

  My pulse throbbed at his command—everywhere. The pulse point in my neck was bouncing; I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, and my clit ached. I lay back, my head landing on feathery pillows, the cool sheets chilling my warm skin.

  I watched him kick off his briefs then his gaze roamed over me from head to toe. When his face was over mine, he gave me his sexy smile and I tried to smile back, but lost the ability to keep my eyes open when his hand glided over the crotch of my panties.

  “You’re soaked,” he whispered against my neck. One of his fingers moved the cotton panel to the side and slowly slid into me. I gasped and my hands moved up above my head instinctively. Then another finger joined the first and he started pumping in and out of me, his mouth still assaulting my n
eck. His other hand moved between my back and the mattress, unhooking my bra effortlessly, and I moved quickly to get it off.

  His eyes fell to my bare breasts and his cock jumped against my thigh.

  “I need you,” I mewled, thrusting my hips up to meet his hand. I cried out when his teeth gently pulled on my nipple, but it wasn’t nearly enough. “Preston,” I groaned.

  In one moment, he was gone, his weight lifted from me, his hand missing from inside me. Then he pulled off my panties and tossed them to the floor. My eyes found his and I watched his face as he moved over me, the tip of him pressing up against my opening. I kept my eyes on his, our gaze never leaving one another’s, as he slowly pressed his cock into me. I gasped at the feeling of him, hard and warm, stretching me, feeling fuller than I ever could have anticipated.

  “Oh, God,” I rasped. “It’s so good.”

  When he was fully seated in me, when I could feel him nudging the deepest part of me, I sighed and his face found the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arms around him, his hot breath against my neck. After a moment, he placed sweet kisses along my shoulder and whispered, “I’m going to move now.”

  I didn’t have time to respond before he slowly pulled out, so I could feel every nuance and ridge of him sliding against me. When he was nearly all the way out, with just the head of him left inside, he moved swiftly back in, causing my breath to fall away, my legs to pull up along his hips, and my back to arch all the way off the bed. It was magnificent.

  “Sweet Jesus,” he grunted. “Lena, you’re perfect.”

  “Mmmhmm…” was all I could manage as he continued his rhythm of thrusting in and out. His hands moved all over me, from my thighs to my breasts, my neck to my wrists. He was everywhere and I was floating on a cloud, simply chasing all the sensations my body was reacquainting with. It had been a long time since a man had touched me, but my body had never felt this way before. I tried to tell myself it was just because it had been so long since I’d been with a man, but my mind argued it wasn’t the feeling of the hands running over my breasts, it was the man the hands belonged to that was eliciting this response from me.

  At first, he was slow and gentle. I felt as if we were just getting used to each other, to the way we made each other’s bodies feel. But after we were familiar, he took liberties and I let him. He arranged me how he wanted me, praising me every time he found something new that pleased him.

  He put one of my ankles over his shoulder and groaned with relief, like he’d been waiting for that very moment his whole life. He placed both of my legs over his shoulders, my ankles resting on their breadth, he couldn’t hold back his audible pleasure when he sank into me fully.

  “Fuck, I’m so deep. And you’re so tight.”

  Again, all I could do was moan in agreement. He was deep, so deep it nearly hurt, but it was a good pain, and I knew I’d be so happy to be sore in the morning if this was how I’d earned it. I felt the tightening between my legs, throughout my back, arching all the way up to my neck. I knew I was getting close to orgasm, and I reached between us to urge myself over the cusp.

  “Touch yourself, baby,” he said as he watched my hand disappear. “Rub your clit and make yourself come.”

  As my fingers found my aching clit, my body bucked against the sensation, my hips jumping up to meet Preston’s strokes, and I writhed that way until I finally broke through, falling madly from the high of the orgasm. Tingles made their way through my whole body and I shook with release. My pussy clenched down on his cock, pulsing, gloriously trying to hang on to him. Preston fucked me all the way through my climax, cursing through clenched teeth.

  “Fucking Christ, Lena. That was the most beautiful goddamned thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I couldn’t speak, hadn’t found my voice yet, so I just thrust my hips up to him again, not wanting him to stop. I wanted him to find the same euphoria I had, wanted him to use me to get there. I moved my legs down to his waist and wrapped my ankles around it, pulling him into me, and allowing me to meet him thrust for thrust, grinding my hips up to meet his.

  His eyes rolled back in his head and I knew he was feeling my pussy wrapped around him, even wetter with my climax, warm and damp, gripping him.

  “I want you to come, Preston. Tell me how to get you there,” I pleaded with him. He growled in response, and then moved down over me, his hands sliding underneath me, gripping my shoulders, pulling me onto him even harder. I gasped at the new sensation. Then he lost himself in me. He was moving with purpose now, not just to make us feel good, but to find that release. I did everything I could to help, even if it was a selfish ploy. His cock felt magnificent grinding into me, thrusting in and out, reaching every spot inside which ached for him.

  He pistoned in and out at a rapid pace, his breath coming faster and faster, and then he bit into my shoulder, just hard enough to cause me to cry out. The speed and angle at which he hit me was just enough to send me spiraling into another trembling orgasm, and I heard him grunting and knew he’d found his release as well.

  My core pulsed around him, jolt after jolt of pleasure making me clench around him, all the while feeling him twitch inside me, emptying himself into me; it was the most erotic and glorious feeling I’d ever experienced.

  Our sweat-sticky bodies clung to one another, our breath coming in rapid pants, and he melted into me, his muscles going lax, relaxing on top of me. I took his weight gladly, reveled in it, and loved the feeling of him surrounding me in every way possible.

  Once we’d both settled, he rolled off me, moving to press his front against me and pulling my back against him. His arm came to rest over the curve of my waist and he searched for my hand. He found it and threaded his fingers through mine, linking them. His foot snagged the comforter from the foot of the bed, which had become a rumpled mess during our exploits. He kicked it up and I grabbed the edge with my free hand, pulling it up to our chests, covering us.

  “Sleep,” he mumbled against my ear right before he kissed me there. I was too tired to respond, so I let myself drift away.

  Chapter Three

  I was pulled from a very deep sleep by Preston’s fingers trailing through my cleft. At first he was gentle, trying to rouse me from sleep without startling me. But he grew more insistent in his rubbing and I woke fully aroused and panting. My hand gripped his wrist instinctively, my eyes opening to find his as a moan escaped me.

  “Good morning, sweetheart,” was all he said as my eyes asked a million questions. Then his thumb found my clit and my eyes closed on a groan, and all the questions I had floated away. “That’s right,” he said with a voice so low and sexy I nearly came just listening to him. “Let me give you what you need and then I’m going to take what I want.”

  His words skyrocketed me into orgasm. It was a fast, quick, earth-shattering high, but it felt fucking fantastic.

  “Good girl,” he said with a sly grin. I tried to reply but was interrupted by his hands on my hips. He pulled out and then flipped me onto my stomach. “On your knees, Lena.” I would have complied, but found myself being forced into the position by him, and that, unexpectedly, sent a shiver of excitement through me. Him handling me, putting me where he wanted me, demanding things of me, turned me on instantly.

  His hand was on my back between my shoulder blades and he pressed me gently into the mattress.

  “Lena, baby, I want you to hold on to the slats in the headboard for me. Hold on tight and lock your elbows.” His hand caressed my back along my spine, all the way down to my ass, as I reached forward and did as he asked. “Last night was fantastic, but today, I’m going to fuck you like I’ve imagined since I met you.”

  I took in a shuddering breath, his words having a physical effect on me. I straightened my arms and locked my elbows.

  “Keep your arms straight, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Okay,” I mumbled, half into the pillow that was fluffed up around my face. His hand slid back up my spine and curl around my shoulder,
his touch gentle until his grip became firm. Then I cried out, half in surprise and half in ecstasy, as he slammed into me.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, paused for the moment so deep in me; I could feel his scrotum up against the sensitive skin of my lips. “Are you all right?” His question was quiet and concerned.

  “I’m fine,” I managed. I wanted to tell him that I was fucking perfect, or so entirely fantastic with him filling me, but fine was all I could get out.

  He took my ‘fine’ as an affirmative and began his onslaught of fucking. I immediately understood why he wanted my elbows locked, and I savored all the sensations that came when I used my arms to push my ass into his thrusts. He pounded away, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me farther onto him, muttering obscenities that did nothing but turn me on even more.

  “Your pussy was fucking made for me,” he said between thrusts. “Your beautiful cunt belongs to me now,” was followed by, “Jesus, you feel so fucking fantastic on my dick, Lena.” He was filthy and dirty and he was right: my body loved every single second of it and it did belong to him. I was a goner.

  He came in a roar, growling through his release. One hand gripped my hip, the other curled over my shoulder, pressing himself so entirely into me, I was gasping.

  This time, when he collapsed onto the bed next to me, neither one of us moved toward the other. I was fighting to catch my breath and he was doing the same. I couldn’t exactly figure out why I was out of breath—he’d done all the hard work. But taking him like that had been too exhilarating and I’d lost myself in him.

  Eventually, he did turn his head toward me, my face still pushed deep into his fluffy pillows.

  “Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

  “Mmmhmmm,” was my response.

  “Lena, please, I need some actual words.”

  I groaned, but then lifted my head from his heavenly pillow and stated, “I’m fantastic, thank you.” Then I plopped my head back down and enjoyed the afterglow. He chuckled, but then there was silence and I settled in again.