by Peyton Banks
Con damn near choked on air.
“I understand,” she told him. “And I’m okay with it. I want to fuck you too.”
He couldn’t have heard her right.
“I want to fuck you right now,” she told him.
Yeah, he’d heard her right.
“But, I may need some help getting out of this dress. Can you help me?”
Yes, the fuck he could. Con gripped her hand and strode to the other side of the room, where a small couch was.
“I can’t see,” Criss complained.
“I got you.” He indeed had her.
She was his now. Yury had been wrong. Criss did want him just as much as he wanted her. She’d just agreed to be his. Now, she belonged to him. Her life was now a part of his life.
Her problems were his problems. Her family was his family. Her body belonged to him only and tonight, he was going to claim her fiercely. Con led her over to the couch then turned her to face it with her back to him.
“Is that a couch?” She asked. He heard her kick the couch.
“It is.” He reached for the zipper at the back of her dress.
“You have a couch in your office?”
“I do.”
“Is that where we’re going to fuck?”
He froze, zipper half way down. “Do you always say whatever is on your mind?”
“Always.”
Con smiled. “Good.” Then there would never be any misunderstandings between them. He finished unzipping her dress. Placing his hands against her back, he slipped the dress over her shoulders.
She shimmied her hips as he slid the skin-tight ensemble down her body. He was already rock hard, but watching her move her body that way had his cock throbbing. He couldn’t wait to be buried deep inside her.
The dress dropped to her feet. She stepped out of it then kicked it to the side before stepping out of her shoes. Con stared down at her. He’d hoped taking the dress off would reveal her body to him. He was eager to see her naked. Unfortunately, she was wearing more layers.
“What is all this?” Con asked, rubbing his hands over the garment.
“It’s called spanx. Us big girls wear it to keep everything in place.”
“What?”
“It keeps my rolls from showing when I’m wearing a skin-tight outfit.”
“That’s some bullshit. Your body is perfect. Don’t wear these spanx again. They’re too hard to take off.”
She swatted his hand away. “Move. Let me.”
He swatted her hand away. “I got this. I’ll burn this spanx thing later.”
“No, you won’t. Those are not cheap.”
“You don’t need it.”
“Yes, I do,” she replied after he finally got the spanx off of her. She let out a huge sigh of relief. “Finally, I can breathe.”
“If you can’t breathe in it, you shouldn’t wear it.”
“Says the man with the perfect body. Some of us have to wear things to keep our body from jiggling.”
“I like it when you jiggle.” He smacked her bottom. “I love it when your ass jiggles.”
“Oh really?” She unhooked her bra then slid it off. Her panties followed. Con stared down at her bare ass. She shocked him by bending over and placing her hands on the couch.
“You can smack it again if you want.”
Fuck yeah, he wanted. Con smacked her ass again and watched it jiggle.
“Damn, you’re sexy.”
She stared over her shoulder at him. “Really?”
“How can you even question it?”
“Some men don’t like big women.”
“Some men are fools.”
She smiled. His heart skipped a beat. Damn, she was beautiful.
“Con?” She whispered.
“Yes, Cristal.”
“This pussy isn’t going to fuck itself.”
Damn, he liked her. Con rubbed his hands over her bottom. He gripped her ass then said, “You seem in a hurry.”
“I’m not in a hurry. I’m just eager to feel your dick inside of me.”
This woman was going to drive him mad. He slid his hands lower and lower. She spread her legs apart, giving him room to explore. He cupped her sex.
“Can I eat this pussy first?” Con asked.
“Oh, yes. My pussy would appreciate that very much.”
Smiling, Con walked away from her.
“Hey, where are you going?”
Con strode to the wall and flipped the light switch on. Fuck. She looked sexy as hell, bent over the couch with her legs spread and her ass in the air.
“Hey,” she yelled, standing up. “Why did you turn the light on?”
“I want to see you. Now, bend over and put your hands back on the couch.”
“But the light…”
“Don’t tell me you’re only bold in the dark?”
“That’s not it.”
He strode back over to her. She faced the couch, presenting her back to him.
Con trailed his hand down her back. “Don’t hide yourself from me.”
“I’m not. It’s just… well, why am I naked and you’re fully clothed?”
“I’ll fix that right now.” He took a step back. “Turn around.”
“Not until you’re naked too.”
“Once I’m naked, you’ll turn around?”
“Yup.”
Con began to undress. He kicked his shoes off. Once his clothes were off, he took them over to his desk and draped them over it. He took his wallet from the back pocket of his slacks and retrieved a condom before placing his pants back on the desk and moving over to the couch. He tossed the condom onto the couch.
“Turn around Criss.”
“Not until you’re naked too.”
“I’m naked. Turn around.” Standing behind her, he waited for her to do as he asked. She moved at a snail’s pace. He gripped her shoulders and helped her face him.
“There,” she huffed. “Happy?”
Still holding her shoulders, Con nodded and took a step back to stare at her. His gaze roamed over her body. Tonight, was a claiming. He was going to fuck her long and hard, so she’d always remember that she was his.
So she’d know that her pussy was his private property. Only he could enter it. He was the only one who could touch it. He was the only one who could fuck it. Later, he would take his time with her. Later, he’d cherish her curves.
“I know I’m not small,” she told him. “But…”
“You’re beautiful Cristal.”
Her gaze raised to his. “I know that.”
“And you’re sexy.”
“I know that too.”
“Then stop talking. Turn your sexy ass around and bend over.”
The look of worry vanished from her face. “Ask nicely.”
“Now.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky you have a big dick.”
Con chuckled as he watched her turn around and bend over. He couldn’t resist rubbing his hands down her back then over her ass. Her body was beautifully made. Every curve was enticing. He smacked her ass and watched it jiggle. He’d never get tired of that.
“Every time you smack my ass, I get wetter,” Criss confessed to him.
He smacked her ass again. She groaned. He smacked her again.
“Con,” she moaned. “If you don’t start licking soon…”
Con dropped to his knees behind her. He spread her legs further apart before trailing his hands over her thick thighs. He couldn’t wait to have them wrapped around his waist while he pounded her pussy.
Con trailed his hands higher, until he reached her center. He used one hand to cup her sex. She was indeed wet, damn near dripping. He grinded his palm against her sex, drawing a moan from her.
Her sounds were turning him on. He gripped her thighs and lowered his face to her body. All it took was one taste and he was addicted. He delved his tongue between her pussy lips, drawing more moans from her.
The sounds fueled his desire to wring e
very drop from her. He licked her faster, loving the way she tasted. Her body trembled slightly as he devoured her. She rotated her hips, rubbing her pussy against his tongue.
He drank down every drop she gave him and still it wasn’t enough. He needed more of her. He needed all of her. Her legs started shaking slightly. She whispered his name. Her hips jerked.
Con tongued her down until she cried out and her juices rained over his tongue. He swallowed her essence, savoring it, savoring her, until she collapsed on the couch, spent. But he wasn’t done with her.
Con allowed her a second to catch her breath while he walked to the side of the couch and pushed the lever, causing the couch to elongate into a bed. He picked the condom up and opened it while Criss scooted toward the head of the couch.
“Your tongue felt,” she started, right before plopping back down on the couch. “Your tongue felt amazing.”
Smiling, he slid the condom over his cock. “Think you can handle more?”
“Always.” She winked and crooked her finger at him, beckoning him.
Con joined her on the let-out couch. She spread her legs as he neared her. He gripped her ankles and pulled her forward. Her giggles were adorable. He wrapped her legs around his waist and lowered his body to hers.
With his hands on either side of her head, Con lowered his head and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. Criss returned the passion. Her tongue mingled with his, teasing him. She raised her hips, rubbing her wetness against his cock.
Con reached between their bodies and gripped his erection. He rubbed the tip against her clit, causing her to moan in pleasure and deepen the kiss. He poised his cock at her entrance.
She tore her lips from his to whisper, “Now, Con. I need you inside me now.”
Con surged forward, drawing a gasp from both of them as he entered her. He knew he was a large man. He knew he should pause to give her body time to fully accommodate him. But he hadn’t expected being inside of her to feel this good.
He hadn’t expected her body to grip him tightly, like it never wanted him to leave. For those reasons, he couldn’t pause. He couldn’t slow down. He had no choice but to pull out and surge forward again and again, rocking her body with each powerful thrust.
Her legs tightened around his waist. She wrapped her arms around him as he thrust into her. Her nails clawed at his back. Pleasure and pain. He fucking loved it. Con grit his teeth to keep from moaning aloud.
Their bodies rocked until sweat glistened on their skin. Her moans filled the air. He tried his best to hold his in. He tried his best to keep her from hearing just how much she affected him.
He couldn’t. When she raised her hips, meeting him halfway, causing him to sink deeper into her, he moaned her name. And it wasn’t a perfect moan, like the ones she’d been emitting. It was a deep guttural sound from the depths of his soul.
“Damn it, Criss,” Con growled as he shoved into her. “Why do you have to feel so damn good?”
He pushed into her again, loving the way she writhed underneath him as he pounded her body. Nothing and no one had ever felt so good. It was official, he was addicted to Cristal Dawson.
He’d be damned if he let another man have her. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He refused to be without her. Would he call this love? No. He wouldn’t go that far. But this was something he’d never experienced.
Something he wanted to explore. Life with this beautiful woman would never get boring. He’d continue to be his domineering self. And she’d continue to challenge him at every turn.
She was the perfect female for him. Having her crashing into his car on the highway that day was the best thing that had happened to him in a long time. It’s true what they say, sometimes you don’t appreciate small blessings until it’s too late.
He was glad he hadn’t waited until it was too late to pursue Cristal. It would’ve been a damn shame if that had happened. It hadn’t. And he was thankful. He was thankful for every moment he’d had with her.
He couldn’t wait to spend more time with her, to get to know her better. He couldn’t wait for her to get to know him better. And when his last year with the Soldiers was up and his blood debt paid, he would take her and her family far away from this place.
They would no longer have to worry about anything or fear anyone. Cristal belonged to him now. And he would protect her with his life. He needed to make sure she understood that she was part of his world now.
Con slid his hand up her body until his fingers were wrapped around her neck gently. Using his thumb, he lifted her chin slightly so she could stare up at him. The desire in her eyes flared his own desire.
He pressed his lips to hers. In between kisses, he told her his intentions, even had her repeat them to him so there would be no misunderstanding.
“Cristal Dawson,” he whispered, before kissing her again. “You belong to me.” He pressed his lips to hers again. “Understand?”
She nodded.
“Say it.” He slammed into her.
“I…”
“I need to hear you say it,” Con told her and he pushed into her, enjoying the way her wall contracted around his cock.
“I… belong… to… Damn it Con, that feels good.”
“I know baby. I feel it too. But, I need to hear you say it. Who do you belong to?”
“I…”
He grinded his body against hers.
“Con… I can’t think with you moving like that.”
Her legs began to tremble. She was close. Her orgasm was just around the corner. Before she came, he wanted to hear her say it. Con thrust into her then stop and just lay there.
“Who do you belong to Criss?”
“No. No. Don’t stop. I need…”
He hovered over her, still buried deep inside her, but not moving. “Tell me.” It took strength he didn’t know he possessed to keep still. His body shuddered. It seemed to be punishing him for stopping. “Tell me, Cristal,” he growled.
“Okay, okay. What do you want me to say?”
“Tell me you belong to me.”
“But…”
“Look at me.”
She raised her eyes to his.
“Tell me you belong to me.”
Her eyes searched his. She seemed unsure for a moment. In that moment, Con felt like his world was about to come crashing down. What if she refused to say it? What if she refused him? What if Yury was right? He’d never been so unsure of himself. Please don’t reject me.
Criss swallowed then smiled. “Okay, I’ll say it. I belong to you Con.”
He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Yes, the fuck you do,” he growled before pulling out and slamming into her again.
Her eyes closed as he fucked her until they were both gasping for air, until they were both trembling uncontrollably. When her orgasm crashed over her, it dragged him down with it, sending them both spiraling into an abyss of pleasure.
It was a long time before they were able to start breathing regularly again. An even longer time before their bodies stopped trembling. Once he was able to move his legs, he turned over onto his back and brought her with him.
With her head resting against his chest, Con stared up at the ceiling. Normally, this was the point where he got up and went home. Or asked his driver to drive his lady friend home.
Con smiled. Those days were over. He stared down at Criss. Though her eyes were closed, he knew she was awake. She was using her finger to draw circles on his chest. He wondered if she even realized she was doing it.
He wasn’t ready for this moment to end. He wasn’t ready for them to get dressed and step out of the office and back into reality. Right now, in this space, in this moment, everything was perfect.
There were no job obligations for him to deal with. There was nothing for her to worry about or fear. It was only him and her. No worries. Just this… whatever this was. Love? No. But it felt good. And he knew it would only get better from here.
Unable to keep
his hands off of her, Con trailed his fingers over her side. Her skin was so smooth. He’d never get tired of touching her. He only hoped that his lifestyle and his attitude didn’t push her away in the future.
He would try his best not to let his work life affect their life. And as far as his attitude, he would keep that in check too. Con held in his chuckle. He couldn’t believe he was actually lying there, making plans for the future.
In the past, all he’d planned was to make it through the last year and retire somewhere quiet. Beyond that, he hadn’t thought too much of his future. Now that he had Cristal and her family in his life, he couldn’t stop thinking about the future and what he’d like to do for them.
His phone began to ring, disturbing the peaceful silence of the room. Bringing an end to their moment. Reality was calling. Con didn’t want to answer. Not yet. He wanted to enjoy this quiet time with Criss.
Because the days ahead were going to be hectic.
7
Criss raised her head.
“Is that your phone or mine? It has to be yours. I left mine with Lina.”
“Why did you leave your phone with Lina?”
“Because my dress has no pockets. Oh, let me get up and get your phone for you. Where is it?”
“In my jacket pocket. My jacket is on the desk.”
He watched her get up. Damn, his woman was sexy as hell. He couldn’t wipe the grin off his face as he watched her walk over to the desk and search his pockets. When she found his phone, she faced him and waved the phone at him.
“Found it,” she said, smiling.
“Damn, you’re beautiful, Cristal.”
His words caused her to freeze with the phone in the air. She stared down at her body.
“Shit,” she mumbled, then threw his phone at him, grabbed his coat and wrapped it around her. His phone landed on the carpet. “I forgot I was naked,” she yelled. “Don’t look.”
Con stood up and retrieved his phone then approached her. “Why would I not look? I happen to like looking at you.”
She turned away from him. “Give me my clothes, please.”
“Why?”
“Because I need to dress.”
“Why?”
“Con!”
Con chuckled. “Okay. There’s a bathroom over there.”
