Twenty-Seven
Branwen
Convincing Stevie that Maui had to sleep in the crate tonight for potty-training purposes was not an easy task. She’d been sure that Maui would be sleeping in her room, preferably in her bed. I assured her when he was a little older, he could sleep with her, but not yet. The breeders had already started his training, and we were following the steps they’d given us to continue. Although the crate really bothered me, he seemed content in there.
Linc was keeping him in his room to get up with him and take him to use the bathroom during the night.
As negative as I had been about this, today had been fun. When Stevie had wanted the puppy that wasn’t for sale, I was worried, but Linc had magically made it happen. I didn’t think I wanted to know how much money his magic had cost.
Laying my head back, I closed my eyes as I soaked in the hot bubble bath. I was really going to be spoiled by this tub. The only things that would make it better were a glass of wine and perhaps some music. I should try and remember to bring a glass up tomorrow night.
A faint click had my eyes flying open, and I turned my head toward the door that led into the bedroom. What was that, and why did it sound like a door closing? I hadn’t locked the door because I wanted Stevie to be able to get to me if she needed me. Thinking it might be her, unable to sleep because of her worry over Maui being in the crate, I started to call out her name when Linc appeared in the doorway.
Gasping, I sat up, crossing my arms over my chest. “What are you doing in here?” I sounded breathless and a little frantic, but I was taking a bath!
He leaned a shoulder against the open door and cocked his head to the side as he studied me. His eyes trailed down as if he could see through the covering of bubbles, and heat washed over me from his gaze.
“I came to see you. And lucky me, I found you naked.”
The husky timbre in his voice was one of those things that made me stupid when it came to him. He didn’t need to know about it though.
I held my chin up and glared at him. “You could have knocked. What do you want?”
He smirked then, and the seductive gleam in his eyes caused things to start up in my core that needed to stop. “Would you like me to list the things I want? Or can I just show you?”
I stared at him as my breathing picked up.
“You weren’t wearing the dentist’s ring today,” he said, shoving off from the door and walking over to me.
I’d broken off the engagement with Hudson last night. It hadn’t gone well, and there had been some yelling on his part, which I hadn’t been prepared for, but it was done. All I had to do was ship this ring to him somehow. I didn’t think USPS was a safe option. But I could stop feeling guilty. He could move on with his life.
But I hadn’t ended things with him because I wanted to do things with Linc. I never intended to do sexual things with Linc again. The past few nights, staring at the ceiling, I’d mentally coached myself on how to resist him. Why I had to. That it would keep things from getting complicated.
So, why was it that I couldn’t remember any of those reasons with him standing there, looking at me like that?
The man was a predator. The sexy, dangerous, tempting kind that made you forget that the pleasure was fleeting and you would be left cold.
I swallowed. “We broke things off.”
He didn’t even try and hide the fact that he liked that.
“That doesn’t mean you can come in here and…do what we did the other night. I didn’t break the engagement off because of you.”
The cocky grin on his face said that he didn’t believe me. He was so full of himself.
“Is that so?” he asked, taking a seat on the edge of the tub.
I moved back a little, but I couldn’t get very far. Not far enough.
“Then, tell me, Ringlets, why did you call it off? A week ago, you were determined to marry him.”
I blew out a breath. I was covering my boobs, but the way he was looking at them made me feel like he could still see them.
“It wasn’t fair to him,” I bit out.
Linc didn’t look like be believed me. He reached out and brushed some bubbles from my shoulder. “You sure that’s why? Or was it because you had forgotten what it felt like to have a man who knew how to make you come, give you pleasure, and bring out your naughty side and I reminded you? That pussy has either gone without a cock for a while or the dentist has a micro penis.”
A shocked laugh burst out of me. Had he really just said that?
“Hudson’s cock is not micro,” I argued. I didn’t know why I was defending it, but I was.
Linc’s finger trailed down my arm, and I shivered, unable to stop it.
“My one finger sure got squeezed in your hot little hole.”
Talking about my hole had that entire area alive and alert. The ache that bordered on pleasure pulsed between my legs. My thoughts went to how thick and long Linc’s cock was. The veins and angry purple head as it jutted out. No, Hudson’s penis had never looked like that. And I’d never had the urge to lick it. But, God, thinking about Linc’s made my mouth water.
“What are you doing?” I asked him as his fingertips moved over my collarbone, then down to the cleavage my arms couldn’t cover.
His eyes lifted to meet mine. “Trying to get you to lower your arms so I can see your pretty titties.”
My chest rose and fell as my nipples let me know how much they’d like that.
I licked my lips. “Linc, this is a bad idea.”
“Your body is trembling, and you’re panting,” he told me.
My body was a slut. My brain was not. I was trying to get them to work together. So far, it had been a massive fail.
“How my body reacts and what is smart are two different things.”
Linc leaned toward me, his eyes never leaving mine, and then he lowered his lips to press them against my shoulder. They trailed a path to the curve of my neck. “My cock is leaking—it’s so hard—and your body is humming with need, to the point that I can feel it. Taste it. Let me give us what we both want. Your cunt needs stretched and filled. It needs to be taken care of.”
The gravelly tone in his voice was about to snatch away all my reserve. Or maybe it was the words. Possibly both. No, it was his lips and hot breath on my neck as I arched to give him better access. One of his hands grabbed my arm and tugged it down. I gave up, letting them fall away. My breasts felt full as they ached for attention.
A deep, low hum came from me when his hands covered them and squeezed. Yes. That was it. God, that felt good. I pressed against them, making another pleading sound.
“That’s a good girl. Let me take care of you,” he murmured in my ear. “This feels good, doesn’t it?”
I nodded and moaned again, pushing them into his touch. I wanted his hands other places too. He needed more arms.
“You’re gonna open those legs for me, aren’t you? Let me thrust my cock inside you,” he said, then bit my earlobe.
Yes. I knew I shouldn’t, but I would die if he didn’t do that now.
“Stand up,” his harsh tone commanded, which only turned me on more.
I stood slowly as the bubbles and water rolled down my bare flesh.
Linc’s eyes watching the action felt like a bright flame being brought too close.
“Fuck, you’re stunning.” His words took away any nerves or uncertainty.
I wanted him to look. To see me. Want me.
He stood up as his hand trailed from my outer thigh, over my hip, and around to cup my butt. “I want you like this in front of the mirror first.”
I felt hypnotized. “First?”
“First. One time with this body tonight won’t be enough,” he replied. He took my hand and walked me over to the marble counter and turned me to face the mirror. “I brought plenty of condoms this time.” He grinned wickedly.
“I have an IUD,” I blurted. I shouldn’t have. But the idea of his cum inside me made me stupid.
His eyes flared as he studied my face in the mirror. “Condoms aren’t just for that.”
I inhaled. I was aware. Which was why I was stupid for wanting him bare.
His eyes dropped to my butt. “Lean forward and hold on to the counter.”
When I did, he began to unzip his jeans. The building ache between my legs began to grow so much that my arousal was coating my inner thighs. He had his cock in his hand, but I couldn’t see it from this position, and I wanted to.
“I’m just going to feel this slick, dripping pussy on my head a little before I roll one on,” he rasped.
With my palms flat on the cool marble, I watched his face as the swollen tip sank just inside my folds. A deep, low mewl came from me, and the veins in his neck stood out as he continued back and forth. I wanted it shoved inside me now. Just like it had been. I squirmed, ready to start pleading.
“Just the tip,” he said, then clenched his teeth as the large head slid into me, reminding me just how big it was.
“OH!” I cried out, my fingers curling in.
“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight. Those plump, glistening lips, trying to suck me in,” he said, sounding as if he was struggling as much as I was. “I’m gonna move it just a tad. Be still.”
I nodded and held my breath, waiting. He let it pop out, and I wanted to cry, but he eased it back in, just barely. Then again.
“Fuck,” he panted. “That greedy cunt is like a goddamn suction cup.”
I was clawing at the marble, not sure how much longer I could take this before turning around and pushing him to the floor and riding him.
He slid in farther this time, and I let out a cry.
“Ah fuuuck,” he groaned.
I wiggled my bottom, trying to get him inside me farther. His hand grabbed a butt cheek and squeezed it painfully.
“STOP!” he snarled loudly, which made me gush between my legs. “Jesus,” he whispered, and his eyes closed for a moment while he clenched his teeth.
He had felt it, and I didn’t care.
I’d wanted him to. I wanted him inside me. Now.
“You want it,” he taunted, sounding as if he was as far gone as I was.
His eyes opened, looking at me in the mirror. He sank in some more, and my mouth fell open as the fullness increased.
“YES!” My one word was almost a shout.
His eyes dropped back to where he was maybe a fourth of the way inside me. “It feels so good,” he said through his teeth, and another inch sank inside me. “You keep soaking my dick with your little squirts.”
He slid in some more. His mouth fell open a little, and he moved even deeper. I wasn’t breathing. It was stinging, and although I wasn’t sure he wouldn’t rip me open with his girth, I was willing to chance it because there was nothing on earth that compared to this.
“I need to pull out,” he said in a pained whisper.
If he did, I might burst into tears.
“No,” I begged. “Please don’t stop.”
His eyes narrowed.
“Linc, please. I want your cock inside me. I want to feel your cum as it unloads.”
His fingers dug into my skin, and I saw the moment his last thread of resistance snapped. With a guttural growl, he plunged into me so deep and hard that I felt his balls hit my clit. Throwing my head back, I cried out his name.
All that had happened before. All that would happen after did not matter while we let our primal need take over. Our bodies claiming what they craved.
“Such a good pussy,” he praised.
His name, God’s name, pleading—it all fell from my lips as I held on while Linc’s thrusts took me higher. The rest of the world was left far behind. I was lost in a nirvana I never wanted to leave.
Linc leaned forward and slid his hands around to grab my boobs as they swung and bounced violently. “Goddamn, these big, full titties.”
His eyes were on them in the mirror, and the animalistic expression on his face as he chased his orgasm sent me spiraling.
Linc grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. His mouth was against my ear. “Come on my cock. That’s it. Such a pretty girl to fuck like such a slut.”
My body convulsed as he talked ugly in my ear.
“You like it. Taking my dick. You want to be my cockslut. I can feel it. That naughty pussy creaming all over me.”
The free fall, the moment of bliss, held me in the air. I gasped. When Linc let my hair go, his hands went back to my tits, and he jerked me up against him. I felt him shudder.
“Fuuuck.” He squeezed my breasts painfully, and the warm, thick rush of his release began to fill me as his cock pulsated against my tight walls. “That perfect body, taking my seed,” he groaned, staring at me in the mirror as he jerked and let out another groan.
When he stopped, I finally began to slowly sink back to earth. My walls clenched again, and he hissed in my ear. His brutal grasp on my boobs relaxed. We stood there, staring at each other, saying nothing. That was insane. It was a realm of pleasure that was dangerous. When you got there, you wanted to stay. Do anything to get back to it.
Linc moved a hand up to wrap a curl around his finger. “I have a clearer picture as to why I kept fucking you that night in Vegas.”
The corner of my lips tugged up.
“Sweet-tasting cunt that feels like a virgin, yet takes my ten inches like a pro.”
He smirked, then let the strand he had been playing with go. He then ran his palm down my stomach as we both watched our reflection until his hand slid between my legs. With his other one, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head back and to the side. His mouth leaning down close to my ear. “There it comes. Open those legs wide. We are gonna watch my seed leak out of your cunt.”
Oh God. I had barely recovered from what we’d just done, and he already had me starting to tingle again. I opened my legs, and he grabbed my upper thigh.
“Put your foot up on the counter so I can see better.”
When I did, he let out a pleased sound, then sunk his finger inside my sensitive entrance. “Used, cum-filled little pussy on such a good girl,” he said in a sadistic voice that shouldn’t have turned me on but did. “Look at that perfect pink cunt. Slick with my seed.” He hummed his pleasure and began pumping his finger in and out of me. “What happened to my sweet girl, Ringlets? Standing here with your legs open, showing me how messy you let me make you. That’s not what good girls do.”
He shoved two fingers in, and I cried out, leaning harder against him.
“But you always did want to make me happy, didn’t you? Ah, and I do like the sight of your pussy dripping with my load.”
I shuddered. His words were edging on taboo, and I knew he was doing it on purpose. I was trying not to let it get to me, but he made it impossible. I was going to come again with him doing this. It made me feel depraved, and even that was turning me on.
“Look how naughty you’ve been,” he murmured against my ear. “Even now, watching my fingers pump in and out of you. Letting me have what I want. Sweet girl wants to be my slut.” He growled the last word, and his fingers sank inside me hard.
I crested and shouted his name. My body convulsed, and I lifted my hips to rock against his fingers as he held me up, still pressed against his chest. He was hard again; I could feel it against my bottom. Then, he pulled me up his body to rub his erection against me.
“You got me throbbing already,” he said accusingly. “And I was going to clean you and take care of you. But now, I’m gonna fuck this filthy cunt again.”