Sophie Oak - One to Keep

“Yes, you will, love,” he commanded, and he kissed her neck.

“You’ll tell everyone what a big, nasty Dom you have.”

She hissed as he bent his head and kissed her nipples. He was painstakingly gentle with them. “I will. I’ll tell them how you torment me.”

He licked at her nipples, sucking on them softly, lighting a fire in her cunt. “I’m wicked with you. I don’t let you get out of line. When you get out of line, I torture you.”

He was doing just that. His fingers split her labia, sinking in and drawing out her juices. He bent over, and his tongue found her clit.

“Oh, god, yes, you do. You’re cruel, Stef. You bring me to the edge again and again. You fill my ass and clamp my breasts and make me pleasure you.”

He sucked her clit into his mouth as he pressed two fingers high into her cunt. “I make you see to my needs and fill none of yours when you’re a bad sub. I fuck your mouth and spank that ass of yours until it’s a hot pink and you can feel the imprint of my hand on your skin. I tie you up, shove a vibrator up your cunt, and alternate between teasing your G-spot and using a flogger on your pretty backside. You never disobey me again.”

“Never again.”

Stef got up and moved to the chair. He sat down and held out his hand. “Come on, love. Come ride me.”

Jen caught her breath at the sight of him. He was decadence personified. She took his hand and straddled him, her knees sinking into the plush leather of the big chair. Stef reached between their bodies, lining his cock up to her pussy.

“I want to watch.” His head was down. His eyes were fully focused on the place where their bodies met.

There was her pervy boy. Jen leaned back slightly so he couldn’t miss the sight of his huge dick invading her pussy. He gripped her cheeks, pulling her down inch by inch. Every centimeter was pure pleasure. He stretched her, filling her with his hard flesh, making himself a part of her.

“You’re so fucking tight like this.” He ground the words out as she felt his hands split her ass cheeks. His fingers touched the plug, making her shiver. She sank her fingers into his shoulders as he gently eased the plug a little ways out. Nerves she’d never felt before sprang to vivid life.

“Oh, Stef, that’s amazing.” She breathed out as he fucked the plug back in.

His voice was low, guttural. “I can handle you, love. We don’t need a third. I can fuck you the way you need it.” He pulled on the plug as he thrust his dick up, proving his point.

Jen was filled with him. She’d never been so full. She sank onto his cock and forced herself back up, riding him like the stud he was. She found a perfect rhythm that had the plug and his cock in exquisite parallel. When she lowered herself on his cock, he pulled the plug out to almost the rim of her anus, firing off every nerve in her rectum. He pushed it back in when she rose, the feeling of fullness unrelenting.

Every movement brought her closer to that magic place only Stef had ever taken her to. She fucked him with abandon, seeking her pleasure with every bit as much passion as she’d given him his.

“That’s right, love,” Stef said, his motions becoming wickedly wild. “Come for me. Come all over my cock. Make me feel it.” She felt the command in her clit. He pushed up with his pelvis, grinding against her, and she went flying. The orgasm rushed over her like a wildfire sweeping through her veins. She cried out as she fought for every second of pleasure she could get.

Stef’s body stiffened under her hands. He shook as he came, his gorgeous face contorting with pleasure.

Jen fell forward into the circle of his arms. Without hesitation, he held her close, their breaths, bodies, and heartbeats one.

Stef had to breathe deeply to get his heart rate down. His blood pounded languorously through his body, satisfaction invading his veins. Jen was wrapped around him, and the world, briefly, seemed utterly perfect to him. She’d submitted in the sweetest way possible.

She’d accepted everything he’d given her with grace and a gorgeous sexuality that floored him. He was the one who screwed it up.

Why had he thought he could walk away from her? He’d never been able to do it. Even when he got the slightest bit away from her, he’d come running back every time. The minute he’d seen her face fall, his heart had clenched. He’d made it to the door, but he’d shut it again, knowing he’d never be able to leave her alone and miserable.

God, he loved her.

His hands tightened. He let the truth wash over him. He loved Jennifer Waters with his whole heart, but he’d never be able to keep her. She was too talented, too young to commit herself for her whole life. She needed to see the world and everything it had to offer.

Maybe in ten years or so she could make a decision, but until then he had to be unselfish.

“Stop.” Her head had come up, and she stared down into his eyes.

There was a plea there. “Can’t we have a few days? Just a couple of days where we don’t fight or think about the future?” She could read his fucking mind. This time around was so different. Since she’d come back to Bliss, she’d been focused on him, his moods, his thoughts. It made him feel like the center of the universe. God, he couldn’t deny her. Not when it was everything he wanted. He would have to let her go soon enough. What was a few days of paradise?

He smoothed back her hair and pulled her close, loving the way their bodies were stuck together, their juices mingling. She would walk around the rest of the day with his cum in her sweet cunt. He pulled her head down. “Of course, love. I want that, too.” He let his lips play against hers. He loved how soft she was. Her lips were pliant beneath his. He could play with her all day. A week, that was all he could give himself. Otherwise, he would take her.

Already the impulse was there to brand her as his. He had a sudden vision of working with her curled at his feet. Her skin was so porcelain, so perfect, that she could be his palette. He could have her stretch out when he was ready and use her torso to mix his paints. He would bend down when he needed to dip his brush in, and as for inspiration—all he would need to do is look down.

He shook his head. He was already going to that innately selfish place where all that mattered were his own needs. He would put it out of his mind for now. He had plans for Jennifer. When those came to fruition, he would have long years without her. He should enjoy himself while he could. He took a long, last drag from her lips. “What do you want to do today, love? Do you want to watch the snowboarding? Or we could join in the snowman competition.” A smile of pure pleasure crossed her lips. It did odd things to his heart. “We could kick everyone’s ass, Stef.” He laughed a bit. “I don’t know. Henry and Nell have been practicing.”

Her pretty mouth went down in a frowning pout. “Well, of course they’ve been practicing. What else do they have to do? How do they live? I mean it, Stef. They don’t have jobs. I seriously doubt that protesting pays. So how do they maintain that cabin of theirs?” Stef grinned. He couldn’t help it. He knew something no one else knew, and he wasn’t going to tell. If Nell and Henry wanted to write crazy erotic romance that mirrored some of the things that happened in town, more power to them. The only reason he knew was he’d been the one to find them a lawyer to set up their LLC. Bliss was lawyer free. It was written into the town’s charter. Stef had very quietly helped the pair out, and now he would be silent as the grave. “I guess they’re just lucky. Maybe Henry had some family money.” What they had was a pseudonym and an e-publisher. They had made more money off their crazy polyamorous romances than Stef would have believed possible. He knew that because he’d also let them use his accountant. Henry and Nell had asked him to show some discretion, and after reading their latest, he’d decided it was best for the peace of the town if he honored their request. It would make Max and Rye crazy that their adventures had been fictionalized. But it was hard, because he so wanted everyone to know just how filthy Nell’s mind was. Nate had once described her as a Disney princess and Henry as an asexual college professor.

Jen shook her head. She settled against him again. “Maybe.” He let his hands wander on her deliciously curved backside, and his brain moved on to more amorous thoughts than the snowman-building contest. He squeezed her ass. God, he couldn’t wait to fuck her there.

There was a loud knock on the door. Stef spun his head around.

Couldn’t he get a fucking moment’s privacy in this town?

“Stef? Seriously, take a goddamn break! We gotta move,” Max yelled from the other side of the door. Stef knew it was Max. Only Max could make Stef want to punch him with the sheer sound of his voice.

“Go away!” Stef yelled back.

“Can’t, Stef.” Now Callie’s voice split through his skull.

“We should start charging,” Jen said.

“I might start killing.” Stef’s little family was making him crazy.

He squeezed her ass one last time and kissed her lips sweetly before she slid off him. He was reaching for his jeans as he looked at the door. “This better be good.”

“It’s bad,” Callie said.

“We’re supposed to take you to the clinic,” Max chimed in.

Stef did up the fly of his jeans and felt his curiosity rise. “Why?”

“Because the Doc is doing an autopsy, and Nate thought you should see it,” Max shouted through the door.

“Get dressed,” Stef barked at Jen. His every nerve was awake, alive, and afraid.