Authors: Lora Leigh
She was like a fire, burning in his arms. Each time he took her, more memories from that long-ago night
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coalesced inside his head. They twisted and formed and raced through his mind with a force that left him breathless.
She had taken him then as she was taking him now: eagerly, heatedly, calling out his name in that broken little voice filled with need.
Pulling back, he turned her, ignoring her frantic little mewls of denial, and lifted her to the desk.
“Lie back.” His own voice bordered on demented. “Lie back, Crista. Give me what I need. Now.”
She fell back, her hair fanning out around her sweat-dampened head as her hands reached back and
gripped the edge of the desk.
Dawg spread her legs slowly as he lifted them, arranging her feet at the lower edge of the desk and staring at the swollen, wet folds awaiting him.
He bent forward, his eyes closing as his tongue took a slow, greedy lick through the narrow slit.
Crista jerked beneath him, her hips lifting, a low wail leaving her lips. The sounds coming from her throat were making him crazy.
“The sweetest pussy in the world,” he told her gently as he leaned back, smoothed his fingers over the wet curls and stared up her. “Will you have it waxed for me, Crista? Will you have all those pretty curls
removed so I can taste your skin, lick all your juices, and show you how sweet and hot it can be when
nothing hides you from me? Will you do that for me, sweetheart?”
He pulled the tube of lubrication from the opened bottom drawer as he let the fingers of his other hand
smooth over the drenched curves.
“Dawg.” There was an edge of hesitancy and feminine distress in her tone. But her hips lifted to him, her body unconsciously seeking more.
Moving slowly, Dawg spread an application of the lubricating gel on his fingers, let it warm, then lowered his lips to the succulent flesh before him, while his slickened fingers moved to the sweet portal lower.
She cried out his name again as he pressed against the entrance to her anus. Her hips jerked, lifted, and a ragged cry filled the air as he pierced the narrow channel.
His tongue flicked around her clit, then he drew it inside his mouth as the second finger penetrated her tight rear.
God, she was fucking hot. She twisted beneath him, her juices spilling from her. His cock was aching like an open wound, and his balls were drawn so tight against his body that they were in agony.
“Answer me, fancy-face,” he groaned, lifting his lips from her sweet pussy and staring up at her as he
worked his fingers inside the tender back hole. “Will you do that for me? Have your pussy waxed. Make it all slick and soft for me.”
He reach back to the drawer and drew out the small butt plug he had taken from the package earlier. She
liked that edge of pain. She liked the burning pleasure that seared her nerve endings and made the need for orgasm an erotic agony.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Anything. Anything you want.”
He drew his fingers from her rear.
“No. Don’t stop,” she pleaded raggedly. “Not yet, don’t stop.”
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“Shh, baby. I’m not stopping. I’m going to make it better.” He lubricated the tapered toy. “So much
better.”
He straightened, lifted her legs, and drew them together before pressing them back.
Her eyes snapped open. Nearly black in arousal now, they watched him warily, knowingly. She knew
what was coming. She had seen the toys, knew he wouldn’t wait long before using one of them.
He pressed the narrow tip against the tiny puckered opening.
“No,” she whispered. “Not the toy. I want you there.”
His cock jerked as a grimace tightened his face.
“I’ll be there later, sweetheart,” he promised. “I want you to know what this is like. Filled from one end to the other. So hot and tight that you won’t know where pleasure ends and pain begins, because it’s all
going to be so damned good that you can’t stop coming.”
The toy eased inside her, stretching her, causing her to arch and whimper with sensation as he watched the pleasure contort her face.
Dawg worked the toy inside her, easing it in, watching as the little hole spread to accommodate the toy
and finally tightened around the narrower base. He watched as the muscles of her rear tightened and
flexed as she fought to adjust to the stretching. Heard her muttered moans as he picked up the little remote that would activate the vibration inside it.
Placing her feet back on the edge of the desk, he pressed the switch and growled as she jerked, bucked.
Her hips began to move, swaying and jerking as the plug began to not just vibrate but also flex inside her.
Her eyes flew open. Between her thighs, her juices began to build on the soft folds and silky curls. Her body flushed, her nipples tightened.
“Oh God, Dawg.” She arched to him as he stepped closer, his dick gripped in his hand, the heavy crest
tucking against the flexing opening. “Oh God. Fuck me. Fuck me, Dawg. Before it kills me…”
Dawg had to fight for control. The feel of silky wet heat on the crest of his dick had his teeth grinding together as he fought for control. Just a little more control. Just another minute to relish her surrender, her pleasure.
But she was so fucking hot. And he knew how tight she was, how hungry her pussy was when she was
aroused. And he needed. God help him, just for a little while, he needed…
What had he done to her? Crista could feel the insidious vibration in her rear, the slow flex, an easing, then a stretching that began to make her insane for more.
Her eyes slitted open; she couldn’t manage to lift the lids fully, sensuality made her gaze heavy, made her body weak and melting. But she was able to watch Dawg.
His broad hands held her legs up beneath the knees. His eyes were centered between her thighs, to the spot were the head of his cock was tucked at the opening to her vagina.
She could feel him, a heavy presence at the entrance, hot and thick and ready to fill her.
“Dawg,” she whispered his name, a sigh of pleasure, a questioning breath as he paused.
Thick black hair fell along the sides of his face, straight and raven black, framing his savage features.
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“Taking you is like losing myself,” he groaned roughly. “I feel you clasping my dick, Crista, but I feel you pouring into my soul.”
Celadon green eyes, so light they were like pale green ice, burned now. They flickered with a darker edge, gleamed with carnal knowledge.
Crista whimpered at the words as well as the look.
“Don’t do this,” she whispered tearfully, seeing the dark longing on his face, not the need to share, but the need to possess more than just her body.
He shook his head roughly, his lips pulling back from his teeth in a silent snarl as his hips moved, the broad head of his erection working inside her, stretching her, burning her.
“Did you walk away—” A hard breath hissed between his teeth. “Did you leave without looking back?”
She shook her head. She couldn’t do this. She could let him have all of her.
“Answer me.” He paused, the head of his cock filling her, teasing her. Daring her. “Did you look back?”
“Please, Dawg…”
“Tell me.”
Another inch. The movement he made didn’t ease his cock inside her, that additional inch was taken with
a hard flex of his hips and a destructive flame along the tender nerve endings it stroked.
“Yes,” she cried out. The words falling unbidden from her lips. “I’ve always looked back.”
His hands clenched on her legs.
“You didn’t forget.” His voice softened then, his cock shifted and moved inside her, stroking her, taking her by the smallest degrees with each movement.
She couldn’t hide from him. She wanted to. She needed to.
“I never forgot.” A tear fell from the corner of her eye. “I never forgot you, Dawg.”
Her heart never forgot. Her soul never released the memory of his touch, his hard voice whispering at her ear, his hunger, or her need for him. Her love. The soul-deep, unquenchable agony of loving him.
“Don’t cry, fancy-face.” His voice was graveled now, thick and rough as she felt the agonizing pleasure
beginning to engulf her. “I’ll take care of you.”
Each inch of his erection inside her was like a brand laid to the tender muscles. A brand of fiery sensation and exquisite pleasure.
Crista arched, driving him deeper inside her, feeling the piercing, burning sensation of being doubly
penetrated, exquisitely stretched.
“There, sweetheart.” He wrapped her legs around his hips as he leaned closer, his head lowering to her
nipples, adding to the ecstatic pleasure already gripping her by drawing one tight bud into his hot mouth and suckling it deeply.
His hips were moving, his cock thrusting slowly, working into her with each thrust as the overwhelming
sensations of heat, stretching, and brutal pleasure began to build inside her.
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It was always like this with Dawg. The world centered to two beings, time stopped, nothing mattered but
this, with him, the feel of him fucking her, owning her.
He owned her.
He thrust inside her, and she arched to take him deeper.
His lips, teeth, and tongue consumed her nipples, one then the other, and her hands threaded into his hair to hold him closer.
“So good,” he whispered. “So sweet and tight.”
Her body reflexively tightened further around him, muscles contracting, her soul glorying in the harsh
male groan that whispered around the nipple his mouth returned to.
“Beautiful.” He buried his head between her breasts, the rhythm of his hips increasing, and she spurred
him on with her cries and her pleas for more.
“Mine!” he snarled, and she exploded around him.
Her orgasm tore through her as his thrusts became harder, deeper. He pounded into her, shafting her with surging strokes and fucking into her with an ever-growing greed.
“Damn you.” He bit her shoulder, his hands gripped her hips, and as the climax began to ease, she felt the powerful first spurt of his semen blasting into her.
She arched violently through the second release. Tightening on him to the point she could feel every
throb, every pulse, every ripple of Dawg’s release inside her. And she felt another part of her emotional defenses collapse.
Dawg once again held her heart.
SIXTEEN
Two days later, Dawg admitted what he should have known eight years ago. Crista Ann had managed to
wrap herself around his heart in a way that he knew he would never manage to escape. He could feel the
bonds tightening as he pulled the pickup into the parking slot directly in front of the small, exclusive spa that had moved into downtown Somerset.
Beside the truck, Rowdy pulled up on his Harley and helped the little wildcat he was engaged to from the back. Beside Rowdy, Natches pulled his Harley in and waited.
“This is insane,” Crista muttered in the passenger seat as she stared mutinously at the front door of the spa. “It’s going to hurt.”
“I’ll kiss it all better tonight.” He turned to her, letting her see just how much he was anticipating kissing the delicate flesh between her thighs and easing the memory of any discomfort she would feel with the
waxing he had had Kelly schedule for her.
Her arms crossed over her breasts defensively.
“How did I let you talk me into this?” she snapped, only half-angry. The other half was uncertainty,
perhaps a little embarrassment.
“Because I’m persuasive?” he asked with a waggle of his brows.
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He had done his best to be persuasive. For hours. Licking, kissing, tempting her with the knowledge of
how much better it could be, making her so hot, so damned desperate, she would have agreed to anything.
Her lips twitched then, a sensual smile of remembrance tugging at the lush curves as a faint blush stole over her cheeks. And his chest clenched. Right there in the front seat of his pickup, Dawg felt his heart swell with an emotion so unfamiliar he knew it was fucking love. It was strong enough, hard enough that
he reached up and rubbed at the center of his chest to ease the constriction.
“You were very persuasive.” She sighed, staring back at the spa morosely. “And you know I’m going to
be very put out when I’m finished.”
A goofy smile tugged at his lips, and his heart raced.
“I’ll take you someplace special when you’re finished,” he told her then. “Someplace you’ll enjoy.”
She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes.
“How special?”
“So special I’ve never taken another woman there,” he promised, watching her gaze jerk away, that hint of hesitancy that tensed her slender frame.
She was scared of whatever he made her feel, and he couldn’t blame her. He had blackmailed her, and he
would keep blackmailing her until he knew she belonged to him.
She cleared her throat delicately. “Fine. But it better be worth this.” She gathered her purse from where it sat behind his seat and stared him fully in the eyes as she turned back to him. “And it better not hurt too bad.”
“You’ll love it,” he promised her. “Just imagine me doing it.”
She looked scandalized. “Oh Lord, don’t go there, Dawg. This is going to be hard enough.” She pulled at
the door latch quickly, escaping before he could say anything that would deepen that blush along her