Chapter 11
M alachi
Dawn normally saw me up and hitting my home gym before going for a run through the countryside. But today was different. In the soft early light of my bedroom, I had a still-sleeping, auburn-haired beauty in my arms.
We’d fucked in the basement. I’d gone down on her in the car. In the shower, I’d eaten her out then fucked her against the wall. At some point during the night, I’d been inside her again. Yet my dick was already rock-hard and poking into her perfect ass.
I rocked mindlessly, and my dick slid between her legs from behind. She exhaled softly but didn’t wake. Both of us had slept naked, and it was the matter of a second before I was at her entrance and oh-so slowly pushing inside.
Her body gave way to me. I was a big lad in all ways. Though wet and ready, she was probably sore and definitely exhausted. Maybe it was better for this first one if she didn’t wake.
Once I was fully inside her, I held still, breathing through the sensation and the burning need. All I wanted was to fuck her hard, but that would ruin the fun. Instead, I slowly peeled the blanket off us and took my fill of her incredible body now I had the daylight to do it.
Emmeline had been designed with me in mind. She was knockout beautiful. Prettier than any lass I’d ever seen. Her tits that I needed to suck on and tease were heavy and round. At some point, I’d left a bite mark on her. The sight swelled my dick even more.
I continued drawing my gaze down her, dipping into her waist then rising to the flare of her hips, then back to the fuckable globes of her ass and to where I speared her open. Fuckkk. The sight of my dick in her pussy sent spiralling desire through me like I’d never felt.
My heart thumped so loud I was sure she’d hear.
With one long arm, I gripped the headboard and used the angle to fuck her gently. I went so slow that it was an exercise in torture, but one I was enjoying too much to stop.
At every infinitesimally measured glide inside, I held my position, hard in her, and breathing through the need to come. Then I pulled back, my biceps taut with holding the rest of my body still.
She stayed sleeping, though her brow lined with maybe some degree of awareness that something was going on. I took it as a good sign that she felt safe enough with me on an instinctual level that she didn’t wake.
After a nice amount of torment, my arms shook. I wanted to keep this up for hours, but there was no way of keeping her asleep. Of all the ways I needed to have her, I’d ticked this one off the list.
Though it didn’t mean I wouldn’t do it again.
I drew back, and my balls tightened to the point of pain. I’d always prided myself on the ability to last. This was not that time.
With a huff of breath, I pushed back in and let my body have its way. I released the mental cage and came with my jaw clamped tight so I didn’t make a sound.
Inside her, my dick throbbed and flooded her with my cum. I needed her wearing me like that. Needed to know I was taking her over inside and out.
At last, I smiled and closed my eyes, pleased with myself.
Emmeline gave a soft moan. She shifted, and her hand travelled down to between her legs. She touched the thick base of my dick where it spread her. “You’re inside me.”
I rolled onto my back and took her with me. “Spread those legs over mine so I have full access to your incredible body.”
She obeyed me and reached both arms back to touch my head. It gave me free rein to have my hands all over her form. I took two handfuls of her tits and played with them, my eyes closed because what I really fucking needed was a mirror above the bed so I could see her.
I tweaked and tugged on her nipples. Emmeline’s pussy pulsed around my half-hard dick, perking it up again.
“I won’t be able to leave you alone,” I told her. I ran one hand down to the juncture of her thighs and coated my fingers in our slick arousal that leaked from her, then came back to tease her clit.
She moaned. I thickened more.
“The rules of the game state that we need to fuck every day, but with the way I feel, I’m barely going to be out of you.”
“God,” she moaned.
Mindlessly, I rocked my hips. “We’ve got thirty days together, and outside of any obligations, all I intend to do is feed you and fuck you. Tell me you understand.”
“I do. I do.”
I pawed at her and grinned, bucking hard from underneath. “Save those specific words for when we get married, angel. You’ll need them. Now come for me before I go insane.”
She moaned low and dropped her head back, letting me play until she was splintering and coming so prettily on my chest. I clamped her to me and bucked like a maniac, chasing my second orgasm of the day. Not that she knew about the first.
“Mine,” I gritted out as it hit. “Forever fucking mine.”
* * *
A couple of hours later, we were back in the car and heading into Deadwater. I could provide Emmeline with everything she needed except clothes and personal possessions, and I wanted her comfortable in our home.
Her bag with her phone, keys, and a lucky change of clothes was all she’d had—it’d been put in the back of my car, not that either of us had noticed until we climbed into it once again—but a quick trip into the city and to her apartment was needed.
She didn’t even check her phone, her time spent with that shy glance on me while I drove.
“What’s going on in that beautiful head?” I asked.
Probably that I’d come on too strong. I’d railed her endlessly. Fuck. I’d mentioned marriage. I needed to dial back the crazy.
“Only that this is… It’s hard to explain.”
I gave an easy shrug. “It isn’t. It’s everything that it’s meant to be. Just go with it.”
She exhaled a laugh. “Going with the flow isn’t like me at all. I overthink everything. I don’t do anything impulsive.”
“Which I’m sure is exactly what you need to be a top-flight surgeon. But how did that work out for relationships?”
She furrowed her brow. I continued.
“For a woman at the pinnacle of her career, you need all that headspace for your job. For everything else, you need to be owned. You needed a man to take the reins and dick you good.”
I wanted to say that it was only me who could do those things for her. But that warning inside me persisted. For all I’d done before we even properly met, I needed time in fucking stalker jail.
Red crept over her cheeks. An answering pulse of need thumped inside me.
“Careful, angel,” I warned. “It’s broad daylight and we’re in town now. Wait until we get inside your place before giving me signs like that.”
Her soft laugh was music to my ears. “You did do that.”
“Do what?”
She blushed deeper and whispered, “Dick me good.”
I groaned in desperation. “Christ, woman. I love putting smutty words into that pristine mouth. When I get you inside, I’ll put something more sizeable in there instead.”
Her little intake of shocked breath nearly had me crashing the car. Somehow, I got us into Deadwater and through the traffic to the street that led to her riverside apartment.
Emmeline sat taller and tilted her head at me. “How did you know to come here? I didn’t give you my address, yet we’re right outside my place.”
Horror sank over me. Shite. I’d fucked up.
I was supposed to be controlling the crazy, yet I’d given myself away at the first hurdle. Of course I knew where she lived. I’d been here several times after I’d got her address from her number plate.
I choked on a half-laugh. “Lucky guess. You told me you lived by the river in an apartment.”
The confusion left her. “Oh, of course. Wow, that was lucky. My space is right there, if my neighbour isn’t in it.”
Heh. He wouldn’t be. I’d tackled that asshole, too. Not that I could tell her as much or my angel would fly away faster than I could blink.