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by Cooper McKenzie


  Max licked his lips, wanting to tackle his woman and taste every inch of her. But first, he needed to take a moment and calm himself enough to be able to maintain some semblance of control. He did not want what happened that morning to happen again. He needed to give her so much pleasure she would not leave him, and never look to another man for her happiness.

  Grabbing her boots, he dragged her across the bed. He pulled her boots off, and then her socks while she worked open the button and zipper of her jeans. In less than a minute, she lay on his bed, naked and looking delectable.

  “Damn, you look delicious, ladybug,” he said as he climbed onto the bed.

  Pushing her legs apart, he crawled until his face was inches from her pussy. Taking a deep breath, he smiled as his lungs filled with the scent of her arousal. “Oh yeah, Little girl. I’m taking you every which way I can. You are mine.”

  Dropping his head, he attacked, licking and lapping at her clit as he slid two fingers into her wet, overflowing pussy. Annie did not fight him as she spread her legs even further apart to give him more room to work with. She was on the edge of release when he pulled away, earning a loud whine of complaint.

  “Now, ladybug, you’re not allowed to come until I say you can. I’m the Daddy and you must obey me. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she panted, even as her hips lifted and she tried to continue fucking herself on the fingers that he had already pulled from her core.

  Max crawled up her body until he knelt at her shoulders, his cock tracing over her rosy lips. “Open and suck on me, ladybug. Taste your Daddy.”

  * * * *

  Annie eagerly parted her lips and lapped at Max’s cock. He tasted so good that she threw herself wholeheartedly into giving him pleasure. When, after several minutes, he pulled his cock free from her, she whined her disappointment. She wanted more, but did not fight when he moved off of her and sat down, leaning against the headboard.

  “Come sit on Daddy’s lap, Little one. I want you to fuck yourself on my cock while I prepare this sassy ass for my cock,” he said, patting one of his muscular thighs.

  Annie rolled over and crawled across the bed, moving into position while he reached into the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom. After rolling the latex sheath down his cock, he spread lube over the fingers of one hand.

  “Okay, ladybug, climb on your Daddy’s cock,” he said with a grin that sent shivers through her.

  Annie moved into position and lifted herself up to fit the head of his cock at her opening. Needing to feel his long, thick length filling her, she slid down until she had taken him to the root. She froze as her pussy clenched around the shaft that filled her completely. Leaning forward, she brushed her breasts against his fur-covered chest as she panted and fought to keep from coming.

  “Shit, you feel so good massaging my cock like that,” Max said as his lube-covered fingers moved behind her and began to spread the slick around and into her back hole. “Just sit there and keep clenching on me. Let’s see if you can get off like that.”

  Annie dropped her forehead to his shoulder and worked to squeeze her pussy around his cock while at the same time relaxing the muscles of her ass to allow Max’s finger in. It took several deep breaths and some serious concentration, but finally his finger pushed deep. Her arousal continued building as he fucked the finger in and out several times before adding a second one. The pain and the pleasure swirled through her, combining and filling her with a need so deep, so wide, she could no longer contain it.

  “Need to move,” she whispered in a dark voice she didn’t recognize as her own. “Need to come.”

  Max’s lips brushed over her shoulder before he said, “Go for it, Little girl. Ride me like you mean it.”

  With that, Annie began to move. She slid up and down, hesitating only a moment when he slid a third finger into her ass. That stretching burn shot her to, and then over, the edge. Throwing her head back, she screamed his name as her pussy convulsed on his cock and she came hard.

  He allowed her to ride the wave for a moment, before carefully lifting her off his cock and tumbling her to lie back on the bed. Moving over her, he pulled his fingers from her ass, replacing them with his cock. It took a half dozen ever-deepening thrusts before he was fully seated.

  Once planted deep, he stilled until she opened her eyes and looked up into his. “You’re mine, ladybug. Now and forever.”

  Annie could not help but smile at his possessive tone. “Yours. Now and forever.”

  Canting her hips, she tried to get him to move. But he remained still, only dropping his head to give her a long, slow kiss, which she returned with every fiber of love in her being. “Love you, Daddy.”

  “I love you, too, Little girl,” Max said as his hips began to move.

  He kept his movements slow and easy, until she stroked a hand down his back and squeezed an ass cheek. “Harder, Daddy. Want to feel you tomorrow.”

  With that, as it had that morning, her Daddy’s control seemed to disintegrate. Every stroke moved faster and harder until he powered into her with everything he had. Then he slipped a hand between them and rubbed it around and over her clit, sending her once more into a screaming orgasm. As she came down from it, his thrusts grew erratic and he followed her into the abyss. The heat of his seed filled the condom, sending her spiraling out of control once again.

  When she finally came back from the trip to a pink and purple Nirvana, Max had cleaned himself up. She cooperated as he cleaned her up, then tucked them both into bed, with Annie hugged tight to his side.

  Brushing a kiss over the top of her head, he murmured, “Good night, ladybug.”

  “Good night, Daddy,” she whispered back, brushing a kiss on the skin of his chest. “I love being your Little.”

  Max smiled as he fell asleep, knowing that whatever fears he’d had earlier in the day, she had just proven that she was his and only his.

  Chapter Twelve

  One month later.

  Cara was the first person through the door, bursting in as soon as Annie unlocked the front door of her new store. “Oh my God, it’s beautiful,” she said as soon as she stepped inside. “I might have a hard time staying with Nico instead of coming back to work here.”

  Annie smiled and silently agreed. Though one shipment of yarn had yet to be delivered, she was quite pleased with the end result of four weeks of crazy hard work.

  With the Santi cousins’ help, the Craft House had come together much faster than she expected. Nonna had overseen the company hired to refinish the floors and wood trim and once they finished, the Santi men moved in, cleaning windows and painting every surface that needed it.

  Just the weekend before they had begun on the outside of the house, painting the front of the house and wide front porch rails and floor. They had promised to return the next weekend and finish painting the exterior. While they worked, she and Cara would be working on weeding and replanting the flowerbeds and trimming back the bushes.

  “I’m afraid you’ll have to stick with Nico for the time being,” Annie said with a grin. “I don’t have room in the budget for a clerk, at least not for the first month, but I will keep you in mind when a position opens up. But at least we’ll have Friday night dinners and Tuesday knitting circle nights together.”

  The women hugged before Cara began wandering to see the final touches Annie had added over the last two days when she refused to have anyone help her. Annie had just stepped into the kitchen to check on the coffee when the trio of bells she’d hung on the front door rang out again.

  “Hello?” an unfamiliar male voice called out.

  Annie hurried from the kitchen to find a man in the foyer holding a large box. “Yes? May I help you?”

  “I have a delivery for Annie Griffin,” the man said.

  He set the box in his arms on the bench she’d set up in the entryway for husbands who might accompany their wives. She had placed a stack of men’s magazines on the small table next
to it. She had a feeling they wouldn’t be read since she had a feeling any male visitors who weren’t actively shopping would wander next door to check out Santi Motors since apparently motorcycles were to men what steak was to puppies, or so said Max.

  After signing for the package, the man left, and Annie carried the box into the front room. She had been surprised that over the past two days she had received several flower arrangements, not only from customers who could not wait to visit and shop, but also the local chamber of commerce and other businesses wishing her the best in her “new” endeavor.

  Cutting the box open, she pulled back the flaps and gave a happy cry when she saw what was inside. Pulling the brown bear from the box, she grinned as she hugged it close.

  When paper crinkled, she eased her hold and found a note taped to the bear’s paws.

  Dear Annie,

  I am so very, very proud of you and look forward to forever with you. This bear has no name, so I will leave it to you to name him, and make sure that he and Spike don’t get into too many fights when he moves in.

  Will you marry me, ladybug?

  Love, Max

  Annie blinked back tears and hugged the bear again. She quickly decided to name the new family member Griz.

  When Cara came into the room, she said, “Can you watch the store for a few minutes? I need to run next door.”

  “Sure, no problem. It will give me a chance to make a list of everything I want to get with my next paycheck,” Cara said with a giggle.

  Carrying the bear with her, Annie hurried out of the store and across the grassy field that separated her store from Santi Motors. Pushing through the front door, she was not surprised to see Max standing in the middle of the store, looking a little nervous.

  Running to him, she threw herself into his arms and hugged him. “I love you, Daddy. Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she screamed, each yes being followed by a kiss to Max’s chin, cheeks, nose, and finally his lips.

  She relaxed as Max wrapped one arm around her waist as his free hand slid into her hair, holding her head still. He took control of the kiss as he held her securely, once again assuring her that he would be her strength, her love, her Daddy.

  She reluctantly let him go when he pulled back, then blinked back tears as he pulled a ring from his pocket and slid it onto the ring finger of her left hand. “Mine. Now and forever,” he said, lifting her hand and kissing the knuckle next to the ring.

  “Yours, forever and always, she said. “But you’re going to have to help me name Spike’s new boyfriend.”

  Max grinned down at her and winked. “We’ll talk about it tonight, after you tell me how successful your first day was.”

  Epilogue

  Theophilus Santi did not know whether to be offended or not. He had been staring at the woman across the room for the last five minutes, watching her scribble as fast as she could in her notebook. She then would stop and cross out what she wrote before turning the page and starting again. She never glanced his way. Her body might be present at the far back corner table of the busy coffee shop, but her mind was far, far away. It made him curious about what she was writing.

  Then she looked up and smiled as a bagpiper in full kilted regalia stopped just outside to play a tune. When she did, Theo’s heart stuttered for two beats before picking up its pace. At the same time, his cock twitched to life.

  She was beautiful.

  He had to meet her. Not only to find out what secrets her notebook contained, but to see that smile again, preferably while looking in his direction. He wanted to hear her speak, and laugh, and moan his name as she came with his cock buried deep in her pussy. He had to find out if it was her smile, or something else, that had his cock thickening like a teenager with his first crush.

  For the first time in the five years since his second wife had divorced him, Theo was interested in something other than his job and the family’s motorcycle club. He loved being a psychologist working with PTSD suffering vets, and children with learning disabilities, but knew he needed more in his life besides work.

  He needed this woman. He only hoped she would be interested in the kinky lifestyle he preferred to live.

  A smile and tilt of his head had Carol, the manager of the coffeeshop, heading his way. She carried the pot of the house blend coffee he always drank.

  He stopped her after she refilled his mug, and nodded toward the woman across the room. “What’s her story?”

  Carol, who knew everyone if they came in more than twice, glanced over her shoulder. “Lyssa? She’s a writer. Comes in Tuesdays and Fridays, gets an iced tea or a hot chocolate depending on the weather. This morning she complained that her muse has left town, or gone on vacation, or something like that, though she’s been trying to write since she sat down, though I think she keeps crossing out what she writing.”

  Theo smiled. “Can you take another cup of whatever she’s drinking today and a couple of warm blueberry muffins to her table, please? Put them on my tab.”

  “Sure thing, Theo,” Carol said with a smile and a wink.

  Feeling like a wolf stalking an unsuspecting bunny, Theo stood. Carrying his coffee with him, he sauntered across the room.

  As he crossed the room, he studied his quarry. Her full-sleeved, silky-looking white shirt was a size or two too large, but looked right on her, as did the black leggings, which were tucked into midcalf-high dark gray cowboy boots. It was an interesting outfit, but one he liked. Every other woman in sight wore T-shirts with leggings or tiny skirts that stretched tight over their bodies, leaving nothing to the imagination.

  As he approached, the woman named Lyssa remained wholly focused on her notebook. She did not look up even when he sat down across the table from her. Her pen continued to cross the page without pause. Theo found himself more impressed by her powers of concentration than offended that she ignored him.

  Now that he was closer, he realized she was not as young as he had first thought. The fine lines around her eyes, as well as the silver strands threaded through her long, wavy chestnut brown hair, told of a life filled with laughter and pain. She appeared to be a survivor.

  With every new observation, Theo grew more intrigued. Checking her hands, he was happy to see she wore no rings. He hoped that meant she was single. His cock, and heart, demanded he claim her, heart, body and soul. Then his common sense kicked in and he wondered how many friends and family he would have to get past to stake his claim on her.

  Theo smiled when she picked up her mug for a sip, only to find it empty. She frowned at the bottom of the cup, then put it back down. Her gaze passed over him as she scanned the room, apparently reorienting herself to the here and now. Then she looked back at him and blinked.

  Then she blinked again.

  Then her mossy green eyes went wide as she said, “Hello?”

  “Good morning,” Theo said as his cock hardened fully.

  Yes, this was the woman he’d been looking for. The woman he wanted in his life, in his bed, in his future for the rest of their lives.

  Now all he had to do was win her over, heart and soul.

  Before she could say anything further, Carol arrived with a tray. After clearing away the woman’s empty mug, she set down two empty plates and then one containing two steaming muffins. Then she placed another mug topped with whipped cream in front of Lyssa, who looked from the waitress to the mug, back to the waitress, and then to him. She still appeared more than a little discombobulated.

  “Theo Santi,” he said, extending his right arm over the table.

  Putting down her pen, she shook his hand with a firm, businesslike grip. “Lyssa Decker, I think. Do I know you?”

  “Not yet, but you will. We’ll be spending the rest of our lives getting to know one another.”

  THE END

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