by Madison Faye
“Oh it’s like that, is it?” I growl, my brow arched in amusement. I can tell she’s about to quip something back, but before she can, I grab her hips, hold her tight, and rock my hips up into her.
Tempest cries out, her whole face crumpling in pleasure as every inch of my cock sinks into her tight, slick passage. I groan, grabbing her ass and grinding deep into her as her pussy clenches tight around me. Her arms wrap around my neck, her hooded green eyes meet mine, and she starts to move.
She feels like heaven. She fucking always feels like heaven.
Her velvety smooth cunt glides over my cock, taking me deep and then pulling up so that only her lips are kissing my crown, before sinking all the way back down to my balls again. I look between us, groaning at the sight of her pink slit stretched so tight around my big cock. I can feel her clenching me so damn tight, like she’s milking me with her pussy as she slowly rides me up and down.
“God you’re so big,” she whimpers softly, dropping her lips to my neck and kissing me. My muscles tense and coil as I grab her ass tight and help her slide up and down my shaft, grinding my hips into her as she sinks all the way down.
“You like taking every inch of this big cock, angel?” I purr into her ear.
She whimpers, nodding her head.
“I want to hear you say it,” I growl, bringing my hand down suddenly across her ass. She moans loudly as the smack fills the room, and I can feel her inner walls clench at me tight.
“I love fucking your big, fat cock, sir,” she moans, her breaths coming faster. She keeps pumping up and down, her nipples dragging over my chest muscles and her tight little body tensing up as she takes every inch of me.
“And are you going to be my good little bad girl and take every drop of my cum inside this hot little cunt of yours?”
She moans louder, nodding her head quickly. “Yes, sir!” She gasps, and suddenly she’s starts to move faster, bouncing her hips up and down my shaft quicker and rolling them when I bottom out. I groan, feeling the cum boiling in my balls and the need to fill her consuming me.
“Christian?” she whispers suddenly in my ear.
“Yeah, angel?”
She groans, still bouncing up and down on my cock as she brings her lips to my ear.
“Remember how we wanted to wait until graduation before, you know.”
I groan, my cock swelling at the thought of what she’s saying. I palm her ass tightly, grinding my cock deep inside of her and making her moan.
“I only remember basically every single day,” I growl. She giggles, and the motion has her tightening around me, making me grit my teeth to keep from exploding right there.
“Well…” She trails off, and slowly, I pull back to meet her eyes.
“What is it, Princess?” I say quietly, suddenly stopping. My brow furrows in concern. Suddenly, I’m remembering that she had a doctor's visit today, and all at once, every goddamn horrible, worst case scenario shreds through me.
“Angel,” I whisper dryly, my whole body suddenly on edge. “Tell me.”
I’m about to pull her off my lap and see how bad it is, when suddenly, she just grins. Confusion swirls through me as she suddenly leans forward, and sucks my earlobe between her lips, letting her teeth graze over it.
“What if we moved that timeline up a little,” she coos in the sexy, sultry whisper right into my ear.
I freeze, my thoughts tangling in my head and my words tripping over my tongue.
“Because I’m pregnant.”
Her words are like flipping a switch on me. It’s like suddenly, the whole world gets brighter. It’s like the air gets sweeter, and the scent of her red sauce simmering in the kitchen gets even better, and like her damn skin gets even warmer and softer.
She’s pregnant.
She’s pregnant.
And very quickly, I’m suddenly harder than I’ve ever been before.
Tempest squeals as I suddenly flip us over, pinning her to the couch and kissing her with every fiber of my being. I kiss her deeply, passionately, covering her body with mine and pulling my arms tight around her.
“You’re going to be a father,” she whispers, rocking her hips gently. Her legs slip around my waist, hugging me tight to her and pulling me deep inside. I groan, the blood roaring through me as I slowly pull out, only to plunge my cock deep inside of her. Tempest cries out, her fingers scratching down my back as my thick cock fills her to the brim.
And then I start to fuck the woman I love more than anything in this world. The woman I’m going to marry soon.
The woman that’s going to be the mother of my children.
Plural.
I imagine this gorgeous, vivacious, sexy woman filled with my seed. I picture her swollen with our child, her belly getting rounder, her breasts fuller, and the flush of it all making her skin glow. I groan, plunging my cock deep inside of her as I pull back and lock eyes with her.
“I love you, so fucking much,” I groan.
“I love you too,” she gasps, turning her head to suck my thumb between her lips. I growl, picking up my pace and driving my cock into her tight, slick pussy over and over again, until I know there’s no going back. I pull my thumb away and crush my lips to her, swallowing her moans and her cries as the two of us move faster and faster until suddenly, it’s like a bomb going off.
Tempest comes first, and the feel of her impossibly tight, slick, perfect pussy clenching around me and milking me for all I’m worth sends me right over the edge after her. She pulls away from my lips, moaning as she feels my hot cum pump into her, jet after jet filling her to the brim until I can feel it leaking out from where we join and coating her thighs. I keep moving, the thought of her being pregnant too much to resist, and before she can catch her breath, I’m right into round two.
I think about how fucking lucky I am for all of it — for besting the battles of my past and somehow surviving when I shouldn’t have. I think about finding her, and knowing that even if I knew it was wrong, that she was it for me.
I think about the fact that I’m going to have a child with the woman I love most in this world, and that alone is all I need.
When we both come again, it’s her on top, riding me up and down and cooing into my ears as the orgasm blasts through her. I’m right behind again, filling her with more of my seed until I’m completely spent.
…And knowing that it’s really just redundant at this point.
Later, we finally eat our pasta with her bolognese sauce, naked, sitting cross-legged on the living room floor and laughing. We stay up late, talking excitedly about what’s going to happen, and if we think it’ll be a boy or a girl, and names, and who we’ll tell and when.
It’s insanely late when we finally drag ourselves to bed, and when she curls up next to me and falls asleep, her breath against my chest, I think again about luck, and the big slice of it I’ve got.
Because somehow, I’ve found my perfect storm. And I am never letting her blow away.
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Sugar & Spice
Sugar & Spice
A little bit sweet and a whole lot of naughty.
Colin:
She shouldn’t have been there that night. She never should have lied her way into that club and stepped into my world.
She’s off-limits – too pure, too sweet, too innocent – too good for a man of my tastes.
But she did, wearing that dress, wrapping her sweet lips around the straw of the cocktail in her hand, and looking at me like that. Just a taste of that pure, innocent sweetness, and now I HAVE to have her.
I have to own her – dominate her, make her scream and make her beg for more.
A man like me shouldn’t be anywhere near a girl like her - but that’s why I want her. That’s why I want to bend her over my knee and take her every way I please.
She’s been very, very bad - and bad girls get punished
Isabella:
I know I’ve been naughty. A good girl like me had no business in a dark and dangerous nightclub like that. No business flirting with a man like that.
But I’m tired of being good. For just one night I wanted a taste of something else – something toe-curlingly bad and deliciously sinful. So I let go completely and let the gorgeous, rough stranger take what he wanted from me, piece by piece.
Except now, the man who stripped me of my reservations, my hesitations, and my innocence is standing right in front of me.
In his office. Hiring me.
Bringing me into his world.
Telling me there are rules.
And good girls follow the rules...right?
Sugar & Spice is a hot, steamy read involving a very dominant and totally obsessed alpha hero – hell bent on having her submission. This one’s a little bit nice and a whole lot of naughty – so make sure Santa isn’t watching! A very sweet HEA, plenty of steam and heat along the way, and no cheating!
Happy Holidays
Copyright © 2016 Madison Faye
All rights reserved.
Editing: Sennah Tate
No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review purposes.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.
This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.
1
Isabella
“We abide by rules in this house.”
His voice was honey and scotch; the deep pull of a haunting cello. Clean and crisp, it resonated against the lush wood, leather, and marble of the room.
I swallowed heavily and nodded.
There were nine of us in the richly furnished, darkly lit study. Me, seven other college-aged girls just like me, and him.
Despite being just one of the nine people in the room, he took up ninety-nine percent of the air in the room.
His lingered over each of us as he purred the words. “Is that clear?”
One of the girls, a brunette standing a few applicants down from me, nodded quickly.
“Absolutely Mr.—”
“Sir.”
His words sliced through the room, cutting her off and making her lips snap shut before she frowned and turned to him.
“Wait, seriously?”
I felt something inside of me clutch up at her casual tone, and I wanted to shake my head. I wanted to open my own mouth and tell her, “Shh! That’s not how you speak to him!”
Because I knew. Maybe the rest of the applicants thought I was just another stranger to him — just one more vaguely anonymous applicant.
Except I wasn’t. We were not strangers.
Well, we were — to an extent — but that’s not to say we didn’t know each other. Not in the usual sense, at least. I didn’t know what his favorite color was, his favorite song, or what type of books he read.
I knew his drink was scotch, but that was just a tip of the iceberg.
Because in that room, with the seven other applicants, I was willing to bet I was the only girl that knew how Colin Kensington’s cock tasted.
I was willing to bet I was the only one who knew how he fucked.
And he knew I knew that. He hadn’t — not at first when he’d first strode into the study to address the potential au pairs. God, I didn’t know who he was until he recognized it. How in the world could I have ever imagined that that man, from that night would be him? Colin Kensington, famously secret billionaire investor.
Famously secret billionaire investor and my potential employer. The interview was set up by Dr. Rice, my freshman academic advisor at Harvard. That’s who I’d thought I was meeting this evening at his lavish townhouse up on Beacon Hill. The wealthy friend of my economics professor who needed someone to watch and care for his children for the holidays. One with a strong educational background, a valid passport, and fluency in French.
That’s who I’d expected.
What I had not expected, was him. Him being the man from the nightclub a week before. Him being the dark, dominant, arrogant and panty-meltingly gorgeous stranger that made me throw away all reason.
I was five minutes into a very important job interview, and I wanted to sink into the floor.
And he knew it.
He’d stepped into
that study, started speaking, and my heart jumped into my throat. He’d closed the door, asked us all to stand in a line, and stepped in front of us. His eyes moved over each of us until for one single second, something in that armor of his cracked when his eyes landed on me.
And then he knew.
And he’d grinned.
And now here was this other girl, questioning him? I wanted to laugh. Because I knew what speaking to him like that would bring out. I knew the dominant, demanding way that man got exactly what he wanted.
I’d thrown away every last bit of my reason with him a week before at that nightclub. My reason, my caution, and most importantly, the last cloying shreds of my innocence.
“Excuse me?” The crisp English in his accent was edged in steel as he paused, turning slightly to look at the girl who’d spoken up.
The girl immediately looked like she’d realized her mistake. It was too late, of course.
“I will be addressed as sir,” he purred, moving to stand directly in front of her — towering over the small girl and leveling that steely sharp gray gaze at her.
“I— Yes, of course,” she murmured, her eyes dropping to the floor in front of her. “You’ll be addressed as sir.”
The corners of his lips turned up slightly in a smile as he nodded. “Yes. But not by you, I’m afraid.”
She looked up quickly. “What?”
“Andrew will see you out.”
She blinked as the rest of us and quickly looked straight ahead. “Oh, I—”
“Now.”
