My head whipped around, and I scowled at her. “Watch your mouth, Eva.”
Her eyes narrowed, and she squared her shoulders defiantly. “Or what, Tucker?”
I was forced to focus on the road once more as I approached 80th Street and our home. So I added extra steel to my tone when I answered since she wouldn’t be able to see the serious expression on my face. “Or I’ll spank that pretty ass of yours until you feel my handprint on both cheeks for days.” The image sent a shockwave of lust from my brain, straight to my cock.
“I-I don’t—” she sputtered. “I don’t even know what to say to that.”
I shrugged and turned into the driveway that tunneled down into the underground garage. “We’re here,” I declared as I brought the car to a stop in my space. I was out of the Jag and around to her side in a flash, yet she’d still managed to unbuckle and hop out of the car. She took one step in the direction of the garage exit, but that was as far as she got before I grabbed her waist and flung her up and over my shoulder. Eva struggled until I planted a resounding slap on her ass. “Stop it, Eva. You’re going to hurt yourself.” Then I swallowed a groan. Fuck. I nearly came when my hand had landed on the globe. Damn, her ass was luscious, big and round, and I was anxious to see it jiggle as I rutted in her from behind. I knew she would earn herself another spanking, which made me grin because I longed to see my pink handprint on her lily-white skin
She gasped in outrage, and I rolled my eyes. She could pretend that hadn’t turned her on, but I’d felt the shiver that coursed through her body. And with her over my shoulder, the succulent aroma of her arousal filled my nostrils. Like Eva, I had no experience with sex and had never smelled a woman’s desire, but somehow, I knew that Eva’s scent was better than anything I would have encountered had I not waited for her.
“Put me down this instant, Tucker Carrington. You can’t just kidnap me!” She was shouting, probably hoping someone would hear her. Too bad for her; we’d entered the vestibule to my private elevator, and it was soundproofed.
I was tempted to give her another love tap on her juicy ass but decided to save it for later. We had a long night ahead of us, and it would only fuel my hunger, making it harder to be patient while I explained things to Eva.
The elevator door swished open after I pressed my fingerprint on the scanner, and I carried her inside. Once the doors shut and we were ascending, I slowly lowered her to her feet, keeping her body snug against mine. Just before she touched the ground, the hard bulge of my cock dragged along her pussy, and we both moaned. I dropped my head back against the wall with a thump and closed my eyes, praying for control. Eva cleared her throat and tried to step away, but I palmed her ass and held her in place while I breathed deep and even.
Finally, I felt like I had a better grip on myself and opened my eyes to gaze down at the precious woman in my arms. She was looking everywhere but at me, and her cheeks were aflame with a bright blush. I snickered, causing her to glare as her eyes returned to my face.
“See what you do to me, baby?” I murmured, lowering my head until our lips were centimeters apart.
The elevator stopped and opened before she had a chance to reply. With a sigh of regret, I allowed her to take two steps back, but I took hold of her hand and entwined our fingers together. Then I took the lead and guided her across the small atrium and through the front door. I hung a right and ushered her into the massive living room that had large windows with a view of Central Park and The Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Eva’s eyes were like saucers as she took everything in. She blinked owlishly and her mouth had formed a wide O. “This is your apartment?” she inquired with quiet awe.
I almost corrected her that it was, in fact, our home but decided it could wait until after we’d gone over some other things. “I bought it several months ago and had it completely renovated to fit a large family. There are plenty of bedrooms to fill on the second floor and a larger space that I thought could be used as a playroom. I also added a new feature that I thought would specifically please my wife.”
She’d been standing in front of one of the giant windows, but at my words, she spun around, her face a mask of astonishment. “You’re getting married?” she croaked. She wrapped her arms around herself and shrunk back against the glass. “Then why did you bring me here? Am I a game to you? One last fling before you get tied down?”
Shit. I hadn’t expected her mind to go running off in the wrong direction. I held out my hand and beckoned her. “Come here, Eva-bear.” She shook her head, and I frowned. “You are not a game, a fling, or any other ridiculous thing that would make you less than what you are to me. Now get your little ass over here. I’m going to explain everything, but I won’t do it with you cowering across the room.”
As I suspected, my use of the term “cowering” needled her, and she bristled, quickly standing at attention and squaring her shoulders. She stomped over to me, and I immediately yanked her into my body, spun around, and pressed her into the wall, anchoring my hands on both sides of her head before slamming my mouth down over hers.
Chapter 4
Tucker
Fuck, yes, I thought with a low groan. I finally had my lips on my woman, and she was even sweeter than I’d imagined. Eva sucked in a breath, and I took advantage of it, slipping my tongue inside her mouth and rubbing it against hers. She moaned, and it was the sweetest sound, going straight to my dick and causing it to leak. I moved in closer and dropped my hands to her shoulders as I crowded her until there was no space between us.
I angled my head for deeper access, and her tits rubbed on my chest as her breathing sped up. Her nipples poked through her dress, and my fingers itched to touch them. I gave in to my need and glided my hands down until I was cupping her big, soft globes. She moaned when I gently squeezed them and brushed my thumbs over the hard peaks. She was so fucking responsive. Her nipples tightened even more as I teased them, her body pressing into mine as though she couldn’t get close enough, and her tongue danced and twisted seamlessly with mine as though we’d done this a million times.
Eventually, I needed more, and I moved my arms around her, dropping my hands to cup her ass and lifting her off her feet so that our groins were perfectly aligned. My hips bucked, and Eva cried out as her legs flew around my waist. “Fuck,” I rasped. “You feel so good, baby.” I dragged my lips along her jaw up to her ear and whispered, “Are you wet for me, Eva?” She didn’t respond fast enough for my liking, and I thrust into her again before biting her earlobe hard enough to cause a sting.
“Yes!” she cried out.
“Yes, what?”
She pulled back and glared at me, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the fiery passion burning in her eyes. “I’m wet for you, Tucker. Fucking soaked. Are you happy?”
Glaring right back at her and holding her tight, I pivoted and stalked over to one of the couches. I set her on her feet before dragging her down with me as I sat. Before she knew what was happening, I’d draped her over my knee and shoved up her skirt.
“What are you—!” Eva exclaimed, but I cut her off.
“I warned you about your language, Eva,” I growled. She lifted her head and turned it to the side to stare at me with disbelief. I glared at her before gazing down at what I’d uncovered. I swallowed hard when I saw two bare cheeks staring back at me. Fucking hell. My cock was past its breaking point, and I came a little in my pants as I spotted the lacy tops of her thigh-high stockings, her black garter belt, and the black line of lace that disappeared between her milky-white cheeks.
I raised a hand and as I brought it down, my cock released another burst of come. More than likely, my pants were ruined, but I didn’t have one fuck to give about it. I slapped the opposite side, mesmerized by the way it made her ass jiggle. I paused when I heard a small sound from Eva. It had been so quiet I’d almost missed it. I spanked each cheek again, listening carefully this time, and I was rewarded when she moaned a little louder this time.
/> I slipped a hand between her legs and drew a finger through her slit. She was beyond drenched, and when I lifted my hand, her juices were dripping from my finger. I popped it in my mouth and leaked even more come as I licked the digit clean. She tasted like sugar and honey, and I was suddenly starving. I resumed spanking her luscious ass and stopped frequently to finger her pussy for another taste of her ambrosia. The harder I brought my hand down, the more liquid gushed from her center. Finally, I was satisfied to see that the pink color from where I’d spanked her wasn’t fading. I grunted in approval, knowing she would feel her punishment every time she sat down the following day. Then my eyes rolled to the back of my head as the sight had another burst of come spewing from my steel rod.
I’d waited over eight years to have Eva in my arms, to taste her, to feel her beneath me, experience her coming around me. The feeling was almost too much, and it took every ounce of my determination to do this right to keep from saying fuck it and taking her straight to the bedroom. With the way she was responding to me, I knew it wouldn’t take much to convince her.
Drawing in a deep breath and sending up a prayer for control, I smoothed Eva’s skirt back down into place. Then I lifted her and turned her to straddle my lap. I almost smiled at her dark scowl. It was adorable. But my cock was pissed at being left hanging, and from the state of her flushed skin and rapid breathing, I guessed that was the reason for her too.
“Are you kidding me, Tucker Carrington?” she seethed.
I raised an eyebrow and gave her my most innocent expression.
“I can’t believe you spanked me!”
I cocked my head to the side and stared at her, a verbal reminder of why she was punished seemed unnecessary.
“You can’t tell me how to talk,” she grumbled. “You don’t own me.”
Now I was the one glaring. “Don’t push me, Eva-bear. Or you might earn yourself another spanking.”
She huffed and wiggled on my lap, forcing me to swallow a groan. “You could have at least let me finish.”
I was right. “You come when I tell you, baby. And it wouldn’t be much of a punishment if you enjoyed it. Now would it?”
“Arrgh!!” Eva punched me in the shoulder and tried to scramble off my lap, but I held her hips firmly, keeping her right where I wanted her. Well, I really wanted her in my bed with her legs spread and my head buried in her pussy. But we’d get to that later.
“I think it’s time to get some things straight, Eva,” I informed her in a low, commanding voice.
She folded her arms and quietly fumed, but she’d stopped trying to get away, so I continued.
“I waited until you were of age. Until you’d finished school and established a career for yourself. I was patient while you continued to date assholes, forcing me to threaten their lives if they came near you again.” She gasped, and I could tell she was about to yell, so I covered her mouth and kept speaking. “Eight long fucking years I’ve waited for you, watched you, protected you. So don’t tell me you don’t belong to me, Eva. You’ve been mine since you were fifteen years old, and I think, deep down, you’ve known it.”
“How would I know any such thing, Tucker?” she snapped, but I didn’t miss the hint of sadness in her eyes. It made my heart ache for what I’d put her through even though it had been necessary. “You barely knew I existed when I was a kid, you were mean to me when I was a teenager, and I haven’t seen more than an occasional picture of you in my entire adult life.”
I dragged the pads of my fingers along her jawline. “I know, baby. But trust me, I was always aware of you. You were just so fucking young when you started to become a woman. I couldn’t handle it. Especially once it became clear that you had a crush on me. And I knew if I didn’t stay away…” I shook my head and gave her a regretful smile. I’d done what was right, but that didn’t mean I didn’t hate myself for hurting her. “I was never far from you, despite being an ocean away.”
Eva licked her lips, and I watched her tongue with jealous fascination. I wanted my tongue to be the only one that tasted those pink lips. “I don’t understand,” she said quietly, drawing my attention away from her mouth.
I sighed and shifted on the couch, unable to find a comfortable position, particularly with the woman of my dreams sitting on my lap. My restlessness might also have had something to do with the fact that I’d almost revealed just how deep my obsession with her ran. I couldn’t risk showing my hand until she was tied to me so tightly that it wouldn’t scare her away. “I promise to explain everything later. But right now, I’m just going to lay out the important facts.” I took her chin between my thumb and index finger, holding her in an iron grip so she was forced to keep her eyes on my face. I wanted her to see how serious I was about what I had to say next.
“You belong to me, Eva Kendal.” My other hand squeezed one of her butt cheeks. “This pink ass is mine.” I released her behind and brought my hand up to cup one of her generous breasts. “These tits are mine.” I traced her mouth with one finger. “These lips.” My neck bent, and I kissed her hard before pulling back to meet her eyes again. “All of you. Your body. Your heart. Mine.” The last word came out in a growl, and her eyes simmered with heat until she seemed to realize what she was giving away and shuttered her expression.
“You can’t just decide that I’m yours,” she sputtered. There wasn’t much conviction behind her words, and I decided the time for talking was over. I needed to get her naked and working on getting her bred. Not only so she could never leave me, but because I wanted a big family and the image of Eva round with my baby had me on the verge of jizzing in my pants like a fucking teenager.
“Your body says otherwise, baby,” I grunted and brought our faces mere centimeters apart. “The way you gushed all over my hand while I was stroking your pussy was proof of that.”
I held her body firmly to mine as I surged to my feet. She opened her mouth and started to mumble a denial, but I crushed my mouth over hers. It wasn’t far to get to the stairs, and I only bumped into one wall on the way since I couldn’t see much while I was ravishing her lips, sucking on her tongue, and making sure that every step I took rubbed her hot center against my raging dick. Fearing I would trip and hurt her, I tore my mouth from hers and jogged up to the third floor as fast as possible, so she didn’t have time to break out of the daze my kiss had left her in.
At the top of the steps, I returned to devouring her as I stumbled down the hall to the master bedroom. Once we were through the door, I turned and shoved her up against the wall, too impatient to make it to the bed just yet. My hips held her in place while my hands went around her back. One slipped up to pull the pins from her hair and the other found the zipper to her dress and yanked it down. I pulled back just enough to let the top of the dress fall forward. Eva’s tits were spilling out of the black lace cups of her bra, the tops jiggling with each heaving breath. It reminded me of what was underneath her outwardly modest outfit.
I needed to see her. All of her.
I took one step back, enough to drop her feet to the floor, then I dragged the dress down until it was loose enough to fall to the floor by itself. Then I took another step back and admired the vision before me.
Her big tits made my mouth water, the hard nipples poking through the lace. Her stomach was flat—I’d be changing that as soon as possible—her hips flared, leading to long legs that were encased in nude silk that started at the tops of her thighs and were held up by black lace. Last, my gaze landed at the apex of her legs, and I groaned when I saw how wet her panties were.
My girl had a naughty streak. A seductress hidden under an innocent’s clothes. It was a perfect mixture of sweet and spicy. A thought suddenly entered my mind, and I stiffened for a moment, before my arms shot out and I gripped Eva’s shoulders. “Who were you wearing this sexy as fuck underwear for, Eva?” I growled. It better not have been for that fucker she’d been having dinner with. “Were you expecting someone to peel away your innocent disguise to di
scover the vixen you were hiding beneath it?” My stare bored into her as the thought of another man seeing or touching what was mine had a murderous rage building inside me.
Eva looked a little frightened. I was sure she could see the anger pouring off me. I didn’t want to scare her, but she needed to realize that I would put any motherfucker in the ground who made the mistake of getting too close to my woman. “No,” she whispered.
“Then explain to me why you’re wearing it.”
She lowered her lashes for a few moments before looking back up at me through them. Pink bloomed on her cheeks, the color matching the shade I’d left painted on her ass. If I hadn’t been so focused on her answer, it might have snapped the last threads of my control. “I wear it because it makes me feel sexy. Even though no one knows it’s there but me.”
I nodded, letting her know her answer was acceptable. Relief trickled through my veins, slowly dousing the burning rage, but it was quickly replaced with an even more potent hunger. My hands glided over her collarbones and down to mold around her breasts. I dipped a finger below the fabric on each one and brushed the pads over her taut nipples. She sucked in a breath, and I smiled at the proof of my effect on her. I slid my palms down her sides and traced the top of her garter belt before they skated around her back to palm her naked ass. “One day, I’m going to fuck you in a getup like this,” I vowed . “But tonight, I need to see you. To finally see your gorgeous body in person.” Shit. My eyes shot to her face to see if she’d picked up on my slip of the tongue. Yeah, it probably made me an incredible asshole, but when I said I always had eyes on her, I meant it.
Eva looked dazed, and I doubted she was clearheaded enough to pick up on my subtle confession. I grunted as I squeezed her ass before moving down to her thighs and using a strong grip to hoist her up. Her legs automatically circled my waist and she locked them, cradling my cock snugly against her pussy. I could feel the heat through three layers of clothing and my dick was practically weeping with the need to bury itself inside her.
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