Chapter 13
Vissarian
I was a dominating, jealous man. I’d been that way for all my life. No other man could ever touch what belonged to me. The possessive thought washed through my mind and should be alarming. I also wasn’t used to laying claim to someone I barely knew.
Maybe that’s what I needed to change.
All the sorrow and grief had been shoved aside, freeing me to the point I didn’t feel as much guilt as I’d thought I would. There was so much electricity between us that the connection felt natural. How strange, yet how very freeing.
Fallon’s eyes opened wide, yet she held back from asking me what I’d said. I could tell the first time I’d spoken my native language that I’d turned her on. Why did women love a man with an accent?
However, what I’d said I meant.
Then the lady will have everything she wants.
Or maybe I should have said I would have everything I wanted. The longing to taste and touch every inch, to fill every hole was much stronger than I’d experienced in a very long time. She had a way about her that seemed to control me even though I’d told her I was the one controlling the situation.
Maybe we were more alike than she’d likely give me credit for.
I’d seen her apprehension fade ever so slowly. She wasn’t trusting of people, only animals. Yet this beautiful woman with even more soulful eyes than the gorgeous pup she’d risked her life to save was gifting me the honor.
If only she knew what I was capable of and what I’d done in my past, she should run fast and far. It didn’t matter that I’d changed or that I would never consider hurting any creature so vulnerable and kind. Facts were facts. Something I’d faced more than once in love and in loss.
With Fallon in my arms, for a little while the world I was used to dealing with faded. It was only this moment, in a tropical location where seemingly no one could touch us, that mattered.
The way she kneaded my chest, digging her fingernails into my skin kept me fully aroused. Even the look in her eyes, the slight twist of her mouth kept my rapt attention. I was the predator she seemed so afraid of, yet wanted nothing more than to show her all men were not created equal.
She lifted her head, daring to dart her tongue across her bottom lip. Sweet Jesus, I needed to devour her.
I pushed her against the railing, laughing with her as she glanced over the side. There was nothing but lush greenery all around us.
With the exception of the balcony belonging to her cottage.
Where she’d watched me intently, her hunger growing where mine had yet to start. When I jerked her leg around my hips, she cooed.
“You’re trying to undo me. Aren’t you?”
Her question was just a hint of the defiance I knew existed, allowing another moment of sheer excitement and indulgence. What a perfect evening and spending time with her was an unexpected perk of the trip.
Not that I didn’t enjoy Jeffrey’s company, but this was so much better.
She raked her fingers down my chest, forcing her hand between us. As soon as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft, my balls tightened. “Fuck me.”
Her words were stated with a demand of her own.
“Are you certain you can handle me?”
“You must be kidding. You I can handle. I think it’s the other way around. Can you handle the heat?”
“Be careful challenging a beast.”
“Pfft. I’ll just purchase a whip or maybe I have one buried in my suitcase.”
Did she have any idea that toying with me wouldn’t be in her best interest? Instead of explaining it to her, I pushed her hand aside, driving my cock deep into her sweet little pussy.
She threw her head back, smacking her hand across her mouth.
“Don’t hold back. Scream all you want.”
“What about the guests?”
When we answered at the same time, I knew she was a woman after my own heart.
“Fuck them.”
Her laugh had the same effect as it always did, creating a need unlike anything I was used to experiencing. With my cock buried deep inside, every touch of her soft skin, every brush of my lips against hers ignited a dark hunger that bordered on obsession.
I was not used to losing all feeling of control, of yearning to the point nothing else mattered. That wasn’t the kind of man I’d become. In all things, control meant power and that’s how my family had survived while in Russia and in the early days of becoming an American.
As she brushed her fingertips over my shoulder, I took several deep breaths, pulling out until just the tip was inside.
When I plunged into her again, she arched her back, pushing one hand against the railing.
The woman was more trusting of me than she’d thought possible.
I sensed that in the way she was looking at me and the way her body yielded.
“Don’t stop,” she murmured.
“I have no intention of it.” I yanked her other leg around me, our bodies now precariously placed against the railing. But I would never allow her to fall. As I thrust into her time and time again, she pressed her knees against me. Her eyes never left mine.
Searching.
Hungering.
My actions were rough and seemingly unstable as I pushed her limits. Her grip on my shoulder tightened as her lips pursed and the softest moans slipped from her throat. I adored the sound as much as I did fucking the woman.
Her moans turned into scattered pants, sweet music that I couldn’t get enough of. The way she was clinging to me reflected her growing need.
The same as mine.
As her muscles clamped around my thickness, my cock continued to swell. She was so fucking tight, so hot that every part of me ached. Still, I wanted more. No, I needed more to the point I couldn’t breathe without taking what I craved.
All of her.
In every way possible.
When I pulled away, her eyes opened wide and the gasp she emitted let me know she was feeling the same. Too desperate to stop. Too famished to consider walking away.
I cradled her against my body, easing her away from the railing. With two long strides, I placed her onto her knees on the outdoor sofa.
The wicked smile on her face made me laugh. She could go from being completely rebellious, angry at whatever I’d said to purring like a big kitten. I adored both sides of her perhaps too much, but I’d always wanted a woman who would challenge both the businessman and the carnal beast.
She licked her lips before wrapping her long fingers around my cock, stroking the base as if she had all day to do so.
I folded my arms, acting as if I owned the place while she rolled her other hand along the inside of my leg.
Even her light touch was gasoline tossed on a raging fire.
She rubbed her thumb in small circles as she twisted her fingers around my cock, creating wave after wave of friction.
When she squeezed, rolling her hand to the tip of my cock, she took several deep breaths.
The moment she dropped her head, blowing across my slit, I fisted a handful of hair.
How had I gone from being interested in seeing every inch to needing to own her?
I closed my eyes as she teased me, darting her tongue around my cockhead as she slowly crawled the fingers of her other hand to my balls.
Fuck. The moment she squeezed both testicles, I rolled onto the balls of my feet.
“Careful, my sweet captain. Don’t injure the boys.”
Her laugh was subtle. “I have no intention of doing so. They are far too precious.” She raked a single fingernail down the underside of my shaft, repeating the action by dragging her tongue.
Crap.
The moment she wrapped her sweet lips around one of my balls, an electric shock so powerful coursed through me I could suddenly no longer breathe. “Fuck. You are so bad.”
She sucked for several seconds, taking her time moving from one to the other.
The woman was damn good at keeping the excitement raw and fresh.
And as fucking needy as possible.
“Mmm…” She licked around my dick, taking her time by pressing kisses against my skin until she reached my cockhead.
When she finally wrapped her lips around the tip, it was all I could do to keep from shoving every single inch inside until the tip hit the back of her throat.
But I tried to be patient, allowing her to savor what she was doing. Every sound including how she suckled me added more fuel to the fire.
I took several ragged breaths, shaking from the tension that needed release.
Not yet.
Not fucking yet.
She took more of my cock, gagging slightly and as bad as it might sound, it pleased the hell out of me. As she swirled her tongue back and forth, I tried to lose myself in the moment to keep my mind sane.
Around her, that seemed an impossibility.
When her bottom lip hit my balls, every ounce of control was tossed aside. I pulled out, driving into her sweet mouth again, enjoying every sound she made. I had a sense she was a screamer and other than waking the sleeping pup, I couldn’t care less who heard our round of passion.
Because there would be more.
Maybe my jealousy of Hoffman fueled the moment, but she was mine.
All fucking mine.
And there was nothing the bastard could do about it.
I stroked the side of her face, slowly lowering my head so I could enjoy watching every minute of having her lips wrapped around my cock. Even the glisten in her eyes kept my heart pounding in my chest.
She shifted her head back and forth, continuing to swirl her tongue. My cock thrummed, pulsing to the point of electrified pain.
I couldn’t keep this up much longer.
Exhaling, I finally pushed her away, groaning from the loss of her lips. Yet I had other needs that far surpassed a quick, sweet release.
I had to be buried deep inside before I’d allow myself any satisfaction.
Fallon dragged her tongue around her mouth so seductively, I was caught off guard. With a crooked smile on my face, I pitched her onto all fours on the couch. What did she do immediately? She swayed her hips back and forth as a lurid invitation to take her.
Oh, she had no idea what her provocative actions did to me. I jerked her closer and her foot slipped to the deck. The moment I smacked my hand across her bottom, she threw her head over her shoulder, laughing.
Everything about her had become irresistible.
I smacked her bottom three more times as I inhaled the scent of her desire. Dear God, everything about her was sweet like peaches. With a smile on my face, I thrust my cock back into her hot pussy.
“Fuck.” I threw my head back and gripped her hips, savoring the way her muscles clamped around my dick. Every inch of my skin was on fire, every tendon strained. The feeling of being inside of her was incredible.
Balls deep, I held my position while my fingers dug into her soft skin. Every moan she issued brought a smile to my face. She wiggled against me, arching her back as she pushed up on her hands.
I took another deep breath, finally developing a rhythm as I fucked her. The sound of skin against skin floated all around us. The force I used was unusual. Even the couch was shifting back and forth on the deck, creating a small creaking sound.
Everything about the forbidden taste felt so damn right.
There was nothing capable of holding me back. I drove into her hard and long, growling as I enjoyed the way she was bucking against me.
I brushed my fingers down her spine, craving taking her in the ass, but that would wait. The dominating sadist inside of me longed to fill her with my seed.
Our animalistic noises increased and the way she clawed the cushions told me she was close to an orgasm.
After cracking my hand against her bottom several times in rapid succession, her entire body stiffened.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh, fuck, yes!” I’d been right. The girl was a screamer. With her body remaining electrified, she climaxed. The rapid pulsing of her pussy muscles dragged my dick so deep inside my balls ached.
With my vision fucked up, my heart hammering, I finally allowed myself to lose control.
The moment I released, erupting deep inside, another noise caught our attention.
A tiny howl.
Locked together, we both gawked at the reason for the sound.
We were being watched by two soulful eyes.