by Mina Carter
Cy reared back at the sound. His nostrils flared and he held perfectly still. Worry shadowed his eyes as he searched her face in concern. "You okay baby? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Something inside her melted when she heard the tension in his voice. So much for the bad boy he pretended to be, she knew better. Inside he was as soft as marshmallow.
"No, you didn't hurt me..." she whispered, her voice gaining strength as she spoke. "But, if you don't move soon I'm going to die of bloody frustration."
Her arms wound about his neck as her lips found his ear. She sucked and nibbled on the lobe, pulling it into her mouth to flick the earring there with her tongue. "Will you quit worrying and just...just..." She couldn't say it, a flush rising on her cheeks as she trailed off instead.
"Just what?" Cy's lips curved into a wicked little smile. "This?" he asked as he rolled his hips. Pleasure exploded through Teresa's body. She'd climaxed earlier and normally, a release that explosive wiped her out for the night. Not this time. All the way home her body had thrummed with awareness of the lean, muscled man sat next to her.
"Yes, oh yes."
The look in his eyes grew more wicked at her soft plea. He pulled back, until he was almost out of her then slid back into her in one powerful slide. His thick cock stroked nerve endings which had been neglected for far too long. Pressing her back against the door he hauled her leg higher on his hip. Crowded against hard wood by his larger body Teresa realised how much bigger and stronger he was. For the first time in years she felt delicate and feminine rather than plump and dowdy.
Then he stopped. Teresa pouted in disappointment and bit back the urge to demand he carry on. She rocked her hips in impatience, trying to urge him on without words.
"Oh no sweetheart, you want it—you beg for it," he ordered. As if to punctuate his point he rotated his hips, pressing his cock against the slick walls of her pussy in all new and interesting ways.
"Beg," he demanded. "Tell me you want me to fuck you and I will. I'll fuck you so hard and in so many different ways you'll never...want another man." He said the last few words with a hint of surprise in his voice. As though he couldn't believe what he was saying himself.
Heat rose in Teresa's cheeks. At the same time her body insisted she needed more. She needed him to move. Needed him to fuck her. Now.
"Yes, yes! Fuck me...please. Oh please god, just fuck me," Teresa begged, wriggling on his thick shaft. Impaled as she was she couldn't move far but the movement provided a delicious friction which had her moaning all over again.
"As my lady commands," Cy murmured, his breath hot against her throat. Teresa jumped as his tongue flicked out, the rough, wet rasp swiping directly over the spot on her neck that made her go weak at the knees.
He surged into her again. And again. Each time pulling out of her with a sexy little liquid sound as the skin of his cock dragged against the tightness of her hot, wet cunt.
Teresa felt herself grow wetter which in turn made his thrusts easier until he was fucking her with long, hard strokes.
"Bet you didn't think our date would end up like this, did you?" he taunted, easily holding her pinned against the door with the force of his movements. "Getting a good hard fuck up against your front door with your pussy rammed full of pixie cock."
He pushed into her again, rotating his hips on the last few words. Her eyes rolled back in her head in pleasure. It was all she could do to breathe, never mind answer him.
"Look at me." His demand was harsh and dragged her out of her sensual haze. Blinking, Teresa forced herself to focus.
Reaching down Cy hooked a big hand under her other leg and lifted. His lips claimed hers in a quick erotic kiss before he leaned back. "Look," he ordered, nodding to where their bodies joined. "I want to watch you watching me fuck you."
Lightening arched through Teresa at his words. Her gaze dropped down. His cock was buried to the root in her pussy. As she watched he pulled out and her pussy lips parted, clinging around the rigid shaft that emerged, the skin glistening with her juices. Fascinated, she couldn't tear her eyes away, watching as he pushed back inside her—her body engulfing the thick veined cock.
"This is all I've been able to think about, ever since that night at the auction," he admitted, working himself back inside her with a series of quick thrusts. "I saw this amazing woman—you— and I had to have you."
Leaning down he sucked a pert nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Teresa cried out and clutched him too her, her hands holding his head as she offered her full breasts to him. With his mouth on her and his cock deep inside her she was nearly there, almost ready to come. Something about his growled admission got to her but she couldn't concentrate on it. Not with what he was doing.
His cock filled her again, her clit throbbing as it was pressed between their pelvic bones. Her release throbbed just out of reach and the strong muscled of her channel tightened. A rhythmic clenching that made Cy grit his teeth.
"Oh fuck—I'm gonna come."
"Yes..." Teresa panted, adding an extra wriggle every time she slid down his engorged cock. It felt so good. She'd forgotten just how good sex could be. But then, she hadn't bothered much since Mario. Just hadn't felt the urge, at least until her bad, boy pixie here had turned up.
Then, without warning, she was there. Time slowed almost to a stop as the tension in her belly, the ache deep in her pussy, wound to an unbearable level and then...snapped. She cried his name as pleasure rolled her over and under like a swimmer caught in a wave. She heard but couldn't process his answering curse.
He thrust once, twice, three times more then slammed his cock home. As his body went rigid she felt his cock swell within her, pumping his seed deep within her.
Pleasure expanded within her like a million brilliant shards of light, each one perfect as they swirled out from her core, colliding with each other as the light filled every cell of her body. A perfect and endless firework display of sheer ecstasy.
Panting as the feeling began to recede and some semblance of brain function return Teresa blinked and then smiled at him a little shyly. Why the hell she should be shy after what they'd just shared she didn't know...but she was.
His face held such a look of surprise and intense erotic satisfaction that there was no question he'd enjoyed it as much as she had. But, despite that, there was a hint of wariness in his eyes, coupled with a resignation that yanked on Teresa's heart-strings. As though, now they were done, he expected to be thrown out.
She wound her arms around his neck, wriggling again and relishing the feel of his still hard cock within her. "That was fantastic," she purred. "But it seems to me that I got the better end of the deal here...How do you feel about round two?" She yawned widely, realising how late it was and how much she still had to do before the big day and Santa arriving.
"Or," she added, going out on a limb. "If you wanted to stay, I could give you your Christmas present after the kids go to their Nanna's in the morning...?"
Cy started in surprise, his peacock blue eyes searching her face. Eyes Teresa wanted to see waking up beside her in the morning, and not just once. Then he smiled, the slow, happy smile of a man who'd just been given the best Christmas present of all; the chance of a family again.
About the Author:
Mina Carter was born and raised in Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England). After a slew of careers ranging from logistics to land-surveying she can now be found in the wilds of Leicestershire with her husband and young daughter…the true boss of the family.
Suffering the curse of eternal curiosity Mina never tires of learning new skills which has led to Aromatherapy, Corsetry, Chain-maille making, Welding, Canoeing, Shooting, and pole-dancing to name but a few. A veteran Star Trek RPGer, she’s run both games and groups of games but now finds her home in Bravo Fleet, one of the internet’s oldest Star Trek simm groups.
She juggles being a mum, working full time and writing, tossing another ball in the air with her cover artwor
k. For Mina, writing time is the wee hours of the morning before anyone wakes up and starts making demands, or any spare minute that can be begged, bought or conned.
Her first stories were penned at age 11, when she used a stationery set meant for Christmas thank you letters to write stories instead. More recently, she wrote for her own amusement and to save on outrageous monthly book bills. Now she’s totally addicted and needs her daily writing fix or heads roll!
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
