Mine (A Real Man, 13) ( A Real Man)

by Jenika Snow

  God, this was going to be so damn good.

  8

  Jana

  Oh God.

  Yes.

  He was between my thighs before I could fully process what was happening.

  I could feel the hard pants of his breath brushing along my folds, making me want to have his mouth right on me.

  I had to be stupid or insane—or hell, both—to be doing this. I’d only known Cole for a couple of weeks, and he was my boss. This could be employment suicide. Although I should care, I didn’t. I wanted this desperately.

  And when he placed his hands on my inner thighs, curled his fingers into my flesh, and leaned in so close I felt the lightest brush of his mouth against my pussy lips, everything inside of me stilled. I thought I’d get off right then and there.

  I may be a virgin, but I’d gotten myself off plenty of times.

  But I knew having an orgasm with Cole would be better than anything I could do with myself.

  For long seconds all he did was breathe against me, maybe inhaling my scent, taking me into his body. And when I shifted slightly so I could look at him, I could see how tense he looked. His eyes were closed, his jaw set hard. He was trying to control himself.

  He opened his eyes then, his gaze dark, penetrating. “You smell so fucking good, baby.” He tightened his hands on my thighs. “You’re so fucking wet, and it is all because you want me, baby. Isn’t that right?”

  I inhaled sharply, my throat so dry it was like I’d swallowed sand.

  “I want to devour you, to eat you out until you come all over my face.”

  I shook from his words, from the need I heard in his voice.

  Cole jerked me down the table and closer to his mouth. I was perched on the edge, and when he pulled my pussy lips apart, I gasped. He placed his entire mouth on me. Right. On. Me. He used his tongue to lick every inch of me, used his teeth to tease the ultra-sensitive flesh until I was undulating for him.

  He was an animal as he devoured me. With his mouth on my clit, sucking me wildly, making me writhe for him, I knew I’d come from this.

  “You were made for me.” His words were muffled against my flesh but had the effect of gasoline on fire. “You’re so damn responsive for me.” He was aggressive as he sucked on the little nub, making me pant and squirm for him, drawing out my pleasure.

  Cole slipped a hand under my ass and angled my lower half up and into his mouth. I had to grit my teeth so I didn’t come right then. I wanted this to last.

  I could feel my pussy cream coating my inner thighs. I should have been embarrassed, but truth was I knew he liked it, knew he was harder because of it.

  He sucked on me a few more seconds, but then suddenly he picked me up, turned, and sat down with me on his lap. With a leg hanging over either side of his body, and our faces only an inch apart, I could smell myself on his mouth. I felt how hard he was under me, a stiff rod beneath my ass.

  Cole speared his hand behind my head and into my hair, gripped the strands in a tight, nearly painful grip, and jerked me forward. He claimed my mouth with his, stroked his tongue along mine, and took full possession. He owned me right now.

  He secured my wrists at my lower back with a hand and pulled my upper body back. The position was slightly uncomfortable but turned me on so damn badly. The position angled my pelvis more toward his dick, which was right where we both wanted it.

  One hand was positioned at my lower back, keeping my wrists in place but also keeping me in this position. The other hand was currently on my waist, his fingers digging into my skin. But he soon moved that hand on my waist lower, over my belly, along my navel, and finally stopped right above my clit.

  “You’re so fucking greedy for me, so damn ready for my cock.” He moved his fingers through my folds, so agonizingly slowly that I had to grit my teeth and focus so it didn’t end too soon. “You taste so damn good, so sweet.” Cole slipped his fingers through my folds, smoothing them down my cleft, gathering my cream. He lifted his hand up, showed me his now glistening digits, and brought them to his mouth.

  I was so aroused as I watched him sucked the cream off, his lips and tongue making sure to get every last drop.

  “Make me yours irrevocably.”

  He gripped my chin and kissed me, forcing me to taste myself on him. When he pulled away, I was panting.

  “When this is all said and done, there won’t be any going back. You’ll be mine, and I’ll make that known to any motherfucker who tries to come near you.”

  I couldn’t breathe.

  “Does that scare you? Do I scare you?”

  I shook my head. “No, I want that.”

  I need that desperately.

  9

  Cole

  I wasn’t about to fuck around any longer. I wanted Jana too damn badly to pretend like I was in control. I had one hand on her lower back, and reached between our bodies to pull out my cock through the fly in my slacks. The fucker was rock-hard, and the tip was already soaked from pre-cum.

  I had to grit my teeth not to thrust into her. I needed to go slow, needed to take my time with her. She was a virgin, delicate, fragile. I wanted this to be incredible for her. I wanted to hear her scream out in pleasure. I wanted to feel her pussy clamping down on my cock and milking the cum from me.

  Her pussy was spread out before me, her position having that perfect piece of her on display.

  This primal side of me wanted to shove deep in her, raw, wanted to fill her with my seed, mark her from the inside out.

  I pulled her forward, rested my head on her chest, and breathed in her scent. I inhaled every part of her, memorizing her, ingraining her scent into my very being. Her nipples were right there for the taking, right in front of my mouth and teasing me. I couldn’t help myself, couldn’t stop. I ran my lips over a hard peak, then sucked the tip into my mouth, savoring the flavor of her skin.

  I sucked and nipped at her nipple until she was panting for me, until she was squirming, clearly needing me. I alternated between her nipples, making them stiff, making them red and wet from my mouth.

  I rubbed my face over her breasts, my scruff teasing, erotically abusing her tender flesh. I loved the little sounds she made, those little noises of need and pleasure.

  “Tell me you’re ready, that you want this right now.”

  “I want this right now,” she said instantly.

  I groaned in appreciation and pleasure.

  I wasn’t going to last, not now, and no way in hell when I was balls-deep in her pussy, claiming the fuck out of her. I placed the tip of my monster erection at her entrance and gritted my teeth because she was so fucking wet and hot for me.

  With a firm grip on her waist, I lifted my hips, lodged the head of my dick in her sweet virgin pussy, and stilled. She was wet and hot and so damn tight. While I pushed her down my length, I lifted my hips up further. I’d already broken through her cherry and was tunneling my way into her tight little cunt.

  “You’re splitting me in two,” she said breathlessly, and I stilled.

  “I can go slow, baby.”

  She shook her head. “No, don’t stop.”

  “You like my big fucking cock all up in you?”

  She nodded, her mouth parted, her eyes closed. “It hurts so good.”

  When her pelvis met mine, we both groaned out in unison, our bodies fully connected now. I only stayed still for a second before lifting her up until just the tip of my dick was inside of her.

  I started pushing her down on my dick and lifting her back up. I did this continuously until her tits bounced between us and her answering moans told me she was so fucking into it. My cock thickened, and my balls drew up tight. I wanted to come but not yet. I wanted this to last, wanted to see her climax.

  I shifted us again, standing and turning so my cock was still in her sweet body, but needing a different position so I didn’t fill her with my seed too soon.

  With her now turned around, bent over the chair, her ass in the air and her p
ussy on display, I couldn’t help but groan. I aligned myself with her pussy again and didn’t wait a second to push back into her. I pounded into her in long, hard strokes. The sound of her pussy milking my dick, and the feeling of her inner muscles clenching around my shaft, had my orgasm trying to rush to the surface.

  “Fucking take all of my cock, baby.” I slammed into her especially hard, so much so that she fell forward slightly and had to brace herself on the arms of the chair. “You’re. Mine.” I needed her to come again. And then, as if she knew that’s what I’d been waiting for, I felt her pussy contract around me. Jana milked me until my orgasm came rushing up.

  Maybe I should have pulled out, but instead I pumped into her three times before stilling and filling her up. I made sure she took all my cum, made sure she was marked up real good for me.

  When there was nothing left for me to give, I forced myself to take a step back. I stared down at her. Fuck, she was so damn gorgeous with my cum starting to slip out of her pussy.

  “You have no idea how hot it is to see my seed coming out of you.”

  Jana looked over at me, her lips parted, her breathing harsh. Her cheeks were pink, her post-arousal scent filling the air, making her so fucking beautiful.

  She was mine, and if anyone thought about touching her, looking at her, or even speaking with her, I’d fuck them up … and I wouldn’t stop until there was nothing left.

  I lifted her up, turned her to face me, and looked her in the eyes.

  “Say it.” I demanded she tell me, needed her to say the words.

  “I’m yours.”

  Yeah, you really fucking are.

  Epilogue One

  Jana

  Six months later

  I walked through the club, the sights, smells, and entire atmosphere making my body tingle. It might be considered just a strip club, but the energy that rushed through this place was like a living entity. It made everyone who was in here feel alive, feel wanted.

  The people who worked here weren’t just employees. They were all like family, helping each other, trying to stay afloat like everyone else.

  Although I didn't dance at Cole's business, didn’t strip anywhere for that matter because of how protective and possessive he was of me, it was no hardship.

  Truth was stripping wasn't what I wanted to do in my heart anyway. But dancing was what I was good at; it was what had paid my bills when times were tough. But after knowing what I really wanted to do, that I had the support of the man I loved, I followed my dreams.

  I’d applied for a position as a dance instructor at a local ballet company in the city. And I’d just come from the interview, with a job offer in hand, and the future looking brighter every moment.

  I lifted my hand and waved to some of the girls I passed, continuing to make my way toward the back where Cole's office was. I knocked once before pushing the door open. I saw he was on the phone, and the fierce expression on his face told me he was wound tight over something.

  That had this wanton feeling rushing over me, and I smirked, if only to myself.

  He looked over at me and I saw pleasure fill his expression. He was happy to see me, and that made me feel like a loved woman.

  “Marcus, no. I need those files sent over today. If we plan on merging, it has to be completed this week.” His voice was hard, pissed, but I knew how to make him feel better, how to make him relax.

  Over the last six months a lot of things had changed. I had moved in with Cole, and although some would say that after only knowing a man for six months, moving in with him was the last thing I should've done, it felt right and perfect.

  He treated me like his queen, like the world should fall to its knees and kiss my feet … worship me.

  Cole certainly did.

  He was older, more experienced, but he never made me feel anything but loved and respected. He’d encouraged me to go to this interview, to show them how incredible I was as a dancer, and not take no for an answer.

  He was my rock, and I knew I was his as well.

  I wanted him in my life forever. I didn't know what the future held for us, but I knew that before Cole came into my life, I hadn't actually been living.

  I'd only been surviving.

  But I refused to let Cole pay my way. I worked for him, for the club. I’d learned the bookkeeping and was an assistant to the accountant. That gave me pride, stability, and strength to know that I contributed to this relationship and didn't just ride his coattails, despite the fact he’d told me plenty of times he wanted to take care of me. I was an independent woman. I always had been and always would be. I wanted to be equals with Cole, and he made me feel like that every step of the way.

  I continued walking toward him, and when I was behind his desk and he was facing me, I sank to my knees. I saw the surprised expression on his face. That turned me on even more.

  While he was still on the phone, I unzipped and undid the button of his slacks. I pulled the flaps aside, reached in, and grabbed his already hard dick. He was huge, thick and long, and already had pre-cum forming at the tip.

  My mouth watered, my throat tightened, and with one look at his face, I lowered myself and engulfed his cock.

  I circled my fingers around the base of the shaft, and with my other hand I reached below to cup his balls. I took in as much as I could, but with Cole being so large and thick, I could only take half of him in.

  I started gagging when the tip of him hit the back of my throat, but I knew that turned him on, and that was confirmed when he lifted his hips slightly. He pushed his cock deep in my throat, and I felt my eyes water. My pussy became soaked, my inner muscles squeezing on their own. I lifted my gaze and stared at his face as I continued to suck him off.

  He finally had to get off the phone because he couldn’t hold in his sounds of pleasure. That pleased me.

  As the minutes moved by, his groans became deeper, harsher. I’d forgotten to lock the door, so anyone could've walked in and seen what I was doing, but that had a thrill moving through me. I wasn't an exhibitionist by nature, but the very fact that someone could see the dirty things I did with the man I loved made me excited.

  And then I felt his whole body tense. I knew he was going to get off. I renewed my efforts, hollowed out my cheeks, and ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft. I sucked him hard and deep, willing him with my body and my moans to come for me. I wanted him to fill my mouth with his seed, to make me swallow it all, to have it slipping out the corners of my lips.

  And when he finally did come, I swallowed it all. I pulled away, his cock slipping from my mouth, the length still semi-erect. I knew from experience with him that he could get hard again for me in an instant. But instead of doing that, he helped me to stand, pulled me onto his lap, and just held me. He pushed my long hair away and kissed the side of my neck sweetly.

  I let myself sink against him, his warmth, strength, and everything about him making me feel whole.

  It was so strange not knowing that you’re missing something. But I knew I’d been missing something monumental the moment I became Cole’s.

  “Tell me how your day went, baby.” He continued to kiss my neck. “Tell me how the interview went, although I already know you got the job.”

  I pulled back and looked at his face, smiling at him. “How do you know I got the job? For all you know they could have laughed at my dancing skills.”

  He growled low, and I loved that primal, animalistic side of him.

  “Fuck no, they would have never laughed at you.” He tightened his hold on me. “And I knew you got the position because you're an incredible dancer. They would've been idiots not to hire you.”

  “Well…” I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. I was deliriously happy, not just because I did get the position, but because Cole was mine. “Yes, they said if I wanted the job it was mine. They actually want me to start next week.”

  Cole pulled me in for a tight hug, and I absorbed the feeling. When he moved
back, I could see the love in his face, the support written across his expression.

  “I love you,” he said in his deep voice, the one that always made me feel so very feminine.

  I knew without a doubt, knew until the very end of the earth, that my happiness was with him.

  I always knew, and would always know, exactly how loved I was.

  Epilogue Two

  Cole

  One year later

  A year and a half had passed since Jana walked into my life. I wasn't the same man I’d been before she came along, didn't even try and pretend like I was happy before that. It wasn't until her, until I looked into her eyes that I knew what living was really like.

  I’d always been a man known for his strength and unwillingness to bend. But for the woman I loved, I would break in two.

  I would show my weakness, would let her know that there was no other person on the face of this earth that could ever make me feel the way she made me feel. And I would show her that, prove that to her, until I drew my last breath.

  I stared down at the small baby-blue box that I held. The ring inside was three carats, a single solitary princess-cut diamond. But no matter how beautiful the ring was, it didn't compare to Jana. It would never be good enough for her.

  The sound of the front door opening and then closing filled the house. My heart was beating so fast that I felt it pounding against my ribs. I was a strong man, knew how to handle stress and pressure. But in this moment I felt so fucking scared, so weak.

  I started bouncing my leg up and down, my nerves taking control. What if she said no? What if she wasn't ready?

  Even if she wasn’t ready for marriage, I had all the time in the world. For Jana I would wait until there was no time left, until I was taking my last breath. But having her as my wife would be a dream. Having her as the mother of my children would make me complete. I wanted my babies inside of her, wanted to see her get big with the life we created.