Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter
Forty-Eight
Stone
I’d battled it. Fought it. But in the end, there was only so much room in my heart, and Beulah was quickly filling it. Taking all I had to give. The more I got to know her, the further I was consumed. It was as if I had put my soul in her hands.
Last night had been it. Changed it all. From now on, every step and every choice in my life would be centered around Beulah. I didn’t regret it. How could I when I had never felt such complete joy? Any darkness, pain, or anger that had been a constant before her no longer mattered. Her presence brought me balance. Gave me a purpose.
I would fight. I would face whatever was necessary to keep her.
Taking a drink of my coffee, I leaned against the doorframe, watching her sleep. We’d had another intense round last night where I was positive I left a handprint on her left butt cheek. I woke her up after a few hours’ sleep and made love to her. We took it slow that time. I tasted her while she squirmed and pulled my hair.
The memory made me hard. I had to keep my distance as she slept now.
She needed her rest. Even in her sleep, she smiled softly. I’d put that there. My chest felt like it would explode. The idea of beating my hands against it like a caveman was tempting. She was asleep and completely exhausted because I’d given her more pleasure than she could take. I wasn’t an easy man to love. I was easier to hate. I knew that.
But if I could keep her by giving her that kind of pleasure, I saw that as a win-win for both of us. Being inside her was more than just a fuck. It was mind-blowing. Soul claiming.
She stretched, causing her small feet to peek out from the covers. Her arms lifted over her head, and she yawned. Being able to witness her like this was only feeding the beast in my chest. The one that was no longer pacing and unsettled but satisfied with claiming what he’d known had been his all along. Even though I’d had her clinging to me, clawing me, and begging me to fuck her, she still held that beautiful innocent glow.
Her pale blonde hair spread out over the pillow as she turned her head toward me. Two slow blinks and then a small, shy smile. Exactly as I’d imagined it. I’d watched her, studied her, and been fascinated by her from day one. I knew her expressions. I knew what made her smile and how to cause anger to flash in her stunning eyes. When she tried to hide an emotion, I knew it. There was little I didn’t know about her.
“Hi,” she whispered, then turned her body to face me.
“Hi,” I replied. I stayed where I was enjoying the view. Trying like hell to believe it was real and not some fleeting dream.
She sat up, taking the covers with her to keep her naked body covered—as if I hadn’t memorized every inch of it already. But the modesty was cute. It was Beulah. I wouldn’t want her to change anything. She was exactly what I wanted.
“Have you been up long?” she asked, sitting there with her legs tucked underneath her.
“Not too long. I didn’t want to disturb you, so I made coffee and decided that watching you from a safe distance was better.”
She ducked her head and blushed. The shyness after last night’s wild and wicked events was as adorable as it was silly. She’d begged me to fuck her just hours ago. Now she was red in the face, knowing I watched her sleep.
“I’ve licked your slick pussy, bit your ass, and shot my come all over your stomach, back, and tits. Yet watching you sleep embarrasses you?” I was teasing her, taunting even.
She lifted her head, and the twinkle of mischief in her eyes made it hard to continue standing where I was. I wanted to be there in bed with her. Doing it all again.
Gripping the covers against her, she jumped up frantically. “Oh my God! Geraldine!”
I smirked. Did she really think I’d let her forget something important? She didn’t realize yet just how much I took care of her.
“I called her yesterday when I was headed back home. Let her know that you would need today off. I arranged for a friend of hers to take her shopping today. She’s excited about it.”
The small crease between her eyebrows as she measured my words was one I was fascinated with. I gave her time to process. She needed to know that last night wasn’t a spontaneous, reckless decision for me. I’d wanted it. Waited until I was free to have her. Have this.
“You knew we would…do this?” She was still frowning. I didn’t want her to think I’d taken her for granted. I hadn’t.
“No. What happened last night was so much more than I hoped for. But I did want time with you. Time to show you exactly how I felt. To see if you realized it was me you belonged with. That it always had been.”
Her tense expression eased, and the frown faded. A soft smile curled along her swollen pink lips. I would never lie to her. She’d had too many lies in her life so far. The truth, however, was a gamble. She may not always like to hear it. That wasn’t important now. There were things I needed to tell her and in time I would. For now, I wanted to focus on just us.
“Are you sore?” I asked her before she could say anything.
She paused, then gave a small shrug. “No. Not really.”
That had been the answer I wanted to hear. However, I’d make sure the next time I asked, she said yes. Setting my coffee cup on the table beside the door, I went to her, taking long strides. Her eyes went wide, and anticipation sparked in them.
“Drop the covers, Beulah,” I demanded, and I loved that she did just that. Exposing her naked breasts that were firm and high. Hard nipples showed her arousal. She tilted her head up to watch me. There was a bite mark on her neck, and I felt a greedy, possessive smirk break out on my face. I’d done that.
“Turn around. Put your hands on the bed. Stick your hot little ass up in the air.”
Her breathing was rapid as she listened to my directions. She didn’t question me. She moved slowly, and her eyes stayed locked with mine. As she stood, the covers dropped, exposing her to me completely. Then, she did exactly as I had instructed.
There was a slight pink mark on her left cheek. I touched it, gently outlining it with the tip of my finger. Then I ran my thumb over it to soothe it before sliding my hand between her legs to shove them open wider. I pressed down on her back with my palm. “I want it higher,” I said as her ass lifted toward me.
My dick throbbed as I watched her prepare for me. For it. I feared I’d never let her out of this apartment again. I had images of her naked spread out on my bar in the kitchen. Of her standing under the water in the shower as I knelt on my knees between her legs. Of her hands against the glass of my patio doors looking outside at the world around us as I sank into her from behind. The thrill of someone seeing us and the possessive fear of anyone else seeing her like this fought against me.
I slipped a finger inside her, and she jerked. “You said you weren’t sore,” I said, gently testing her.
“That’s not pain, it’s need,” she was panting as she spoke.
I used one hand to shove my boxers down, kicking them aside. Closing the other hand over my cock, I pumped it while I touched her. The wetness pooling between her legs coated my fingers making my dick jerk, her tight pussy had become my drug.
Unable to tease either of us anymore, I grabbed her waist and pulled her ass closer to me. Her legs spread open wider. I used no restraint as I pushed into her. Her slick hole sucked me in and squeezed.
“OH GOD!” she screamed.
I wasn’t sure there was a God, but when her pussy massaged my dick like a vice, I was pretty damn sure that only a greater being could create something this beautiful.
“Feel good, baby? Is that what you want? A hard morning fuck,” my voice was laced with the tension of my building release. Deep and hoarse.
“Yes! Harder. Fuck me until I can’t stand up,” she begged, then turned her head to look back at me. Her hands gripped the covers and fisted them. “I want you to come on my face.”
“Shit!” I roared. Hearing talk like that from her sweet mouth was going to cause me to blow before I was ready. “Keep talking like that, and I’m going to lose my load before I can get out of you.”
She gave me a wicked grin, and I pounded her so hard I was afraid it was too much. Her eyes closed, and she moaned. I did it again, and she threw her head back and moaned louder. Reaching up, I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled it back.
“AH! YES!” she cried.
This little perfect beauty was naughty as hell. I hadn’t realized that until last night. That knowledge made me feel even more crazed when I was inside her. I wanted to do things to her I should be fucking ashamed of.
“Take it,” I said and kept up the hard rhythm. My dick was so damn swollen I knew my release was close. But I couldn’t pull out. Stopping was impossible. Not when her pussy felt like a silken glove around me.
“Oh God! There! Oh, GOD! I’m,” she cried. “Please. HARD!” Her ass raised higher, and she pushed back against me. “I can’t stop!” she sounded frantic. Her ass slapping my thighs. “Yes, yes, yes,” the panting was her orgasm. I couldn’t pull out until she was done, but her orgasm continued. Her body was wild against mine. She tightened on my dick, and I began shaking as I tried to keep from losing it.
“Oh God, again! It’s coming again,” she shook and trembled, and her ass bounced against me, the soft skin jiggling from the wild movements. Her cries of pleasure grew. I was there, and nothing on earth could stop me. My hands clasped her waist so hard I knew she’d have marks.
“BEULAH!” I roared as I spilled into her. My release pumped relentlessly as she kept slapping against me, panting.
“UUUUUHHHHH!!!! A…A…AGAIN,” she said as she stilled with her ass pressed tightly against me. Her body was shaking violently. My seed was deep inside her, marking her.
Her head collapsed on the bed, and she let out a long sigh. “Wow,” her voice was hoarse now.
I eased my grip on her hips. Then picked her up and moved her until she was lying on the bed. I’d never gone without protection with a woman. Ever. It was something I prided myself on. I had a case of condoms in my bedroom. But not once had I considered using them with her. Not last night. Not this morning. And not one time when I shot inside of her. I couldn’t even muster regret.
Instead, I opened her legs, and she blinked. She gazed up at me before she willingly let her legs fall open. The inner beast inside me touched her with one finger, and I fucking memorized the way my semen looked leaking from her. Wet on her thighs. That was me on her skin.
“I should apologize for doing this a second time. But I can’t,” I told her honestly.
“I’d be disappointed if you did.”
I ran a finger over the wetness now trickling down to her ass, and she shivered. “Ah.”
“I’ll be more careful from now on. I swear,” I told her.
She leaned up on her elbows. Her breasts catching my attention. “I’d rather get on birth control. I like the way this feels. When the heat fills me, everything is more intense. I want that again.”
“Fuck,” I whispered. “Yeah, well, you need to get on that ASAP. All I want to do is sink inside you. It’s starting to scare the hell out of me.”
She sat up, her legs still open to me. “You make me want to do things,” she paused and smiled. “Bad things. Good things. All of it.”
I closed her legs. If I didn’t, I’d end up between them again. And I didn’t care what she said. After that last bout, she had to be bruised. Reaching for her, I pulled her into my lap, kissed her temple, then held her against me.
“Today, let’s stay here in this apartment. Alone,” I suggested.
She snuggled against me. “Okay. Are we going to have more sex?” The hopeful sound in her voice made me chuckle.
“I tell you what. We’ll eat breakfast. After, we’ll take a shower, and I’ll kiss between your legs until you come on my face. You’ve got to be sore.”
She ran a hand up my chest. “Oh, I’m sore. Raw even. Maybe a little bruised. But the idea of you doing it again while I’m so tender, making my eyes water from the pain, makes me hot.”
I closed my eyes and inhaled as my fucking dick twitched back to life under her ass.
“Beulah. We’re going to fuck each other to death.”
She kissed my chin and replied, “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”