Masterson Made

by Lisa Lang Blakeney

  “I promised you a long time ago that you would always pay a price for not listening to me, but the upside is that you’re going to love every minute of it.”

  Elizabeth’s eyes widen with just a smidgeon of lust until she catches herself. Then her face returns to the vexed look it had before.

  “I’m not in the mood to play with you, Roman.”

  “Really, because your tits are leaking milk all over the place.”

  She looks begrudgingly down at her top. “They do this all the time.”

  “They do that when you’re horny or when the baby’s crying and the little monster isn’t here. I had Juliette take him for a stroller walk into town, so common sense tells me you’re horny just like me.”

  “Fucking you is the very last thing on my mind right now.”

  “Let’s see how much of a lie that shit is.”

  I stalk closer toward her and let my dick lead the way. He’s pointing right in her direction.

  She raises her hand up. “Back away, Neanderthal.”

  I don’t listen, but just keep moving forward as she backpedals her pretty little ass to the farthest corner of the room.

  “Sticks and stones, Elizabeth.”

  There’s an ottoman in the room she forgot about and almost trips and falls backward, but I leap forward and catch her around the waist just in time.

  “Got you,” I mutter in her ear.

  “I hate you right now.”

  “Do you, baby?”

  “Yes,” she lies in the most deliciously breathy voice. A voice I know all too well. It’s the sound that practically hums in my ear when I’m deep inside of her.

  I’m still holding onto her as I slide a hand down the front of her favorite pair of navy blue running shorts. A pair she often wears around the house when she’s working. Her cotton panties are soaked right through to the crotch of them.

  “You hate me so much but you’re so fucking wet that I could slide my entire fist inside of you.”

  “That’s disgusting. Shut up.”

  She shoves my hand away and I almost laugh out loud as her eyes dart from left to right, no doubt worried that someone is listening to our conversation. He isn’t though. The computer cord pulled out of the outlet and the glass screen now looks like a spider web.

  “That attitude of yours is going to get you into all sorts of trouble today,” I promise her.

  She rests her hands on her hips, ready for confrontation.

  “And so is yours. Do you realize all the explaining I’m going to have to do to Jacob about your juvenile behavior?”

  “Call him Jacob one more time.”

  She glares at me with a formidable scowl.

  “I’m warning you, Duchess.”

  “Jaaacobbb,” she repeats slowly and succinctly.

  My jaw twitches at her defiance. I know that she’s trying to push me as a punishment for embarrassing her, but there’s something more going on that is broadening the chasm between us. Her perfectly innocent business conversation with that man bothered me more than it ever should have. Her fighting me on every damn thing lately is irritating me more than ever. The fact that she won’t set a wedding date is really pissing me off too. So I guess the only solution I feel is left to be heard by her is through physicality.

  Through sex.

  It is our one common denominator.

  I wrap my hand around the base of her throat right as she’s annunciating the last b of his name and pull her into my body. The pressure I’m applying is slightly tighter than I usually use.

  “You’re going to regret that,” I say into her skin.

  She bites the corner of her lip and looks at the missing office door.

  “What are you looking over there for? Nobody is home. Nobody is going to see what I’m about to do to you and your juicy hot pussy. Correction, my juicy hot pussy.”

  “Roman.”

  Yes, I definitely have her attention now.

  She’s so used to us getting interrupted by the baby, a phone call, or the cleaning lady that I think she’s forgotten what’s it like to be completely and utterly consumed by me.

  I’m going to have to refresh her memory.

  12

  ROMAN

  Still gripping Elizabeth at the base of her neck, I guide her back across the room to the empty desk. I use my available hand to bend her at the hip and twirl her around facing the desk. As my other hand pivots around, holding her by the back of her neck, I push her forward and bend her over the desk.

  “Place your arms above your head and grip the edge of the desk.”

  Elizabeth lies purposely motionless on the desk, so I give one of her ass cheeks a smack.

  Whack!

  Her disobedient ass doesn’t make a sound, not of pleasure or pain, but what she does do is exactly what I instructed. She slowly brings her arms around and holds the edge of the desk with her fingertips. Of course she complies. Elizabeth loves it when I do anything to her from the back. That shit turns her on.

  I reach down and yank her shorts and nerd-sexy pair of cotton panties down to her ankles. I’m eager to pay homage to her new “after Knox” curvy body. I hungrily kiss her rounded hips, her full ass, and the backs of her thighs while taking inventory of the body that used to belong to me every night until my little monster robbed me of my time.

  She doesn’t make a sound.

  Not one.

  She’s using every bit of restraint she has left to defy me.

  She looks breathtaking in this position, stretched across the desk in a ninety-degree angle, but I completely step away, leaving her bare ass exposed to see if she’ll move or leave. This would be the perfect opportunity for Elizabeth to end this encounter between us. If she doesn’t want me, if she doesn’t need me as much as I’m desperately craving her, then I’ll surrender.

  But she doesn’t move an inch.

  Not one.

  Thank fuck.

  “Spread your legs but don’t step out of the shorts,” I order, now that I feel emboldened to move forward.

  Her breathing becomes a bit shallower as she obeys my command. I lick the corner of my mouth in anticipation and approval. Elizabeth looks spectacular from the back and keeping the shorts around her ankles will create a nice bit of tension as I lick her clean.

  “Take off your top and bra.”

  Slowly, she peels off her T-shirt and bra and tosses them in front of her on the floor. The fact that she is following my direction calms me. This right here is exactly what I need and what she wants.

  I return to the warmth of her soft body and this time take my time using my hands to travel up her bare skin, following the length of her back, massaging and kneading the tight muscles there and along her neck.

  My woman spends long days at the computer working on her business, and it’s one reason I’m so drawn to her. Her work ethic is sexy. Her desire to win is intoxicating. Wanting School Bucks to succeed and hustling all the time to make it a reality is part of what defines her, and I understand that. She has something to prove to her parents, her classmates, herself, and maybe even to me. She wants to show us all that she can turn her dream into a thriving reality and that she doesn’t need anyone’s help to achieve it.

  But if there’s one thing that I’ve learned from watching Joseph and Juliette’s relationship, it’s that there has to be a balance. Where there is darkness there must be light, where there is intensity there must be calm, and it’s my job as Elizabeth’s forever after to remind her of that. To remind her of us. I want us to win in both business and love, and it only works if we’re doing both together.

  “You’re beautiful, Duchess. Absolutely beautiful.”

  I can feel her body relaxing under my touch, but she still doesn’t utter a single sound. She doesn’t want to give me the satisfaction of knowing that she is enjoying every minute of this, especially after how I left her in the bathroom the other day. She knows that I totally get off on her responsiveness to me.

  Yet
even with no verbal communication from her, there’s still something very gratifying about watching my woman do what she’s told, bent over, looking gorgeous as hell, and holding onto her desk wearing nothing but a pair of shorts around her ankles.

  I step back again and allow a moment of silence to pass between us to appreciate the view.

  The quiet unnerves her.

  I’ve been making love to her for a long time now, studying her actions and reactions both in and out of the bedroom, and I know she becomes most uneasy when she doesn’t know what’s coming next or when it’s coming.

  Elizabeth adjusts her posture by repositioning her legs and bringing them slightly together and tilting her body a little higher on the desk. Her muscles are probably tiring of the position I placed her in, but that’s exactly why I put her there and why I’m keeping her there. I need her to be present in every moment of this.

  “Don’t let those shorts touch the floor. Spread your legs apart.”

  She exhales harshly but does what I’ve requested. Her compliance satisfies a savage part of me, yet my resolve is slipping too. I wanted to wait a little longer to give her the pleasure I know she desperately craves.

  I know what I said before. I wanted to wait for her to ask for it, to beg for it, but I’ve got my own desperate desires clawing inside of me and it’s been entirely too long since I’ve been in between my woman’s legs.

  So fuck making a point.

  I drop reverently down to my knees on the floor directly behind her. My face close to her ass. I rest one side of my face on one of her ass cheeks and tap the other gently with my hand. A few light slaps, one after the other, directly on the same area. I can feel the vibration of the thumps against her butt and it gets me stiff as a board knowing that her want for me is growing.

  “Don’t move your legs one inch,” I speak into her skin. “Keep those legs spread and those shorts tight around your ankles.”

  While there’s still not one single moan from Elizabeth’s stubborn ass, I know better. I am systematically breaking down all of her resistance. A few more minutes and she’ll be speaking in tongues… and so the fuck will I.

  “You ready?” I tease.

  I slide one of my fingers through her puffy folds from back to front and feel that she’s drenched. Her desire is practically pouring out of her like a faucet at this point.

  “Wet as fuck.”

  “Be quiet.”

  “You keep telling me that.”

  “Because you keep talking.”

  “Oh, I can fix that shit right now.”

  I shove my mouth in between her legs which are still tautly spread apart and suck hard on her clit. She instantly slams her palms on the desk and her legs buckle. Her reaction makes me chuckle and the rumble of my laughter against her core causes her to slam her hand again.

  I knead her ass cheeks with both hands as I continue devouring her from front to back. I run my tongue viciously back and forth across her clit like a human vibrator and relish her sweet smell and tangy taste. Then reluctantly I pull away, licking my lips as I savor every swallow.

  “Delicious.”

  13

  ROMAN

  Every lush curve on Elizabeth’s body makes her look like an extraordinary piece of art as she presses her fingertips into the edge of the wood for dear life, her lips slightly parted, her eyes glazed over. She’s the most exquisite woman in the world, especially when aroused. When she finally releases a noise, that’s a cross between a moan and a whimper my dick becomes rigid with eagerness.

  Now we’re getting somewhere.

  “Did you say something?” I taunt her with a satisfied grin.

  I whack her ass once to watch it jiggle, then flip her around on her back. Her cheeks are ruddy, her hair looks wild like a halo of angry curls, and her nipples are tight and hard like diamonds. She looks aroused, but at the same time she also looks like she wants to spit in my face.

  “Ready to come for me, Duchess?”

  Her only response is a chilly death glare.

  “Yeah, you’re ready,” I say arrogantly. “You can step out of those shorts now.”

  With a flick of her ankle, she kicks the shorts and panties angrily across the room and I pull her hips forward with the same ferocity, then lift and rest her legs on my shoulders.

  I blow lightly on her cunt.

  Kissing. Blowing. Priming her for what’s coming next.

  Things start to quickly progress from there as she unintentionally squirms her hips.

  “Who do you belong to?” I demand.

  She bangs a closed fist on the desk.

  “Whose pussy is this?”

  She moans reluctantly.

  “You’re going to have to ask for it if you want it,” I tell her through a low growl, trying to keep what’s left of my manhood because actually, I’m calling her bluff.

  If she doesn’t beg me to fuck her soon, I might explode all over her stomach like a horny teenager. My dick is so hard that if I bang it against the side of this desk, it might break the fuck off. I’m not sure how much longer I can play this game of chicken with her. This is the first time that Elizabeth might literally have me by the balls.

  “No.”

  Okay, well, at least she’s responding with actual words. That means her resolve is breaking. I’m close. I just have to try a little harder.

  I take one long lick of her pussy with my flattened tongue and just when I’m about to lift my head to end the connection; she slides her hands onto the back of my shorn head and pushes me back down.

  I smile to myself.

  Almost there.

  “You’re going to have to say the fucking words,” I speak between her folds.

  “Roman.”

  The way she says my name makes my dick angry. It wants relief. It wants her. Things make so much more sense when I’m inside of her, and there was a time she felt the same way. When the hell is she going to put us both out of our misery?

  “Yes, Duchess?”

  “Fuck!”

  Why is she fighting this so hard?

  “I’m so mad at you.”

  “I know you are, baby, but I told you I’d buy you another computer.”

  “That’s not it and you know it.”

  I exhale an exaggerated breath.

  “I’m waiting, Elizabeth.”

  Please, dammit.

  “Fine.”

  “Fine?”

  “Fine. I’m saying the words. I want it,” she says with monotone inflection.

  I use an open hand and slap her wet pussy hard with one swift motion.

  “Hey!”

  “You can chill with the theatrics, Duchess. You’re not fooling anybody. You’re wet as hell right now and you want me just as much as I want you. Now ask for it the right fucking way or I’ll tie you to this desk for the rest of the night and go make myself a sandwich.”

  “You wouldn’t dare.”

  “Still waiting,” I say, as I gingerly pull and roll her clit with two of my fingers. She raises her hips in response.

  “Okay, you win.”

  “What do I win?”

  “Please… I… want, I need you to fuck me, Masterson.”

  Now we’re finally getting somewhere.

  “When?”

  I unbuckle my belt.

  “Now.”

  “Where?” I growl eagerly.

  “On this desk.”

  My dick is furious with all of this foreplay, making the crotch of my jeans feel compressed and damn near painful. I unzip myself and my cock forcefully juts out, ready to get to work.

  “How?” I grit the last question through my teeth.

  “Hard.”

  Thank fuck.

  I return my mouth back in between Elizabeth’s legs and ravage her pussy until her body tightens hard like a drum. It doesn’t take long for her to unleash.

  “I’m coming!” she exclaims almost painfully.

  Her orgasm rocks her hard as her entire body contor
ts to its release. Her back arches into a perfect bow and her eyes roll to the back of her head. She’s never looked more beautiful, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more desperate for this woman in my life.

  I stand up with her hips and ass in my hand and quickly enter inside of her soaking wet, clenched walls.

  My refuge.

  My home.

  My favorite place on earth.

  It’s been so long that we’ve been with each other like this, without caution, and with a pure abandonment that I can almost hear her pussy asking me where I’ve been and what took me so long to return.

  Elizabeth finally relinquishes her anger to the moment and clasps her full breasts as I bang the hell out of her pussy.

  “Did you miss me?” I ask through punishing strokes.

  “Roman—”

  “Yes, baby?”

  “I think I’m coming again.”

  “Not yet, Duchess.”

  “Fuuuuck!”

  “That mouth is getting out of control.” I grin sinisterly. “I can’t have you raising our son with a mouth like a sailor. I’m going to have to fix that shit right now.”

  I pull myself completely out of her, and the look on her face is priceless. She looks like a kid whose best friend just stole their toy and skipped down the street. Her cheeks are the perfect rosy hue as she continues to pant from need as I back away from her and sit in the recliner in the room’s corner. I make sure not to take my eyes off of her as I remove each stitch of my clothing and sit buck naked on the chair, with my legs spread wide, and my hands clasped behind my back.

  She hungrily eyes my angry cock, licking her lips, as she hops down from the desk. She lowers herself down on her knees in front of me, sliding her hands up my thighs, to my waist and then my chest as I silently watch. She takes a moment to slowly trace the new ink I had done when Knox was born. A black hawk in flight with his name spelled in a serif font along one of its wings.

  Elizabeth kisses that tattoo and continues her exploration of me, finally circling her arms around my neck and pulling me down low toward her face. She kisses me with the kind of dominance and want she hasn’t shown in a very long time. I run my tongue leisurely inside of her mouth, reveling in the softness of her lips and the taste of her tongue.