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Authors: Lexi Blake

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The sweetest smile lit her face. “I’ll have to let all my other suitors down.”

“Well, you’ll certainly have to tell Tennessee Smith to keep his bloody hands off you.” The next time Ten tried it, Simon would take his hands off. Permanently.

Her smile faded. “I’m not going to sleep with Ten. I only want you, Simon. I’ve only ever wanted you.”

He climbed on the bed, lying back and spreading his legs wide so she was in between them. His cock jutted up, almost reaching his navel. “Prove it. Lick me.”

She couldn’t seem to meet his eyes. She was back to staring at his dick. “I’ve never done this before.”

Yes, he’d gotten that when she’d told him she was a virgin. He hadn’t imagined she’d been giving men hummers in lieu of sex. “I’ll teach you how to suck my cock, Chelsea. Lean over and lick it.”

She obeyed, moving to a position that had her on her hands and knees, but with the mattress beneath them, he was fairly certain she was comfortable. Tentatively, she brought her head down and her tongue came out, caressing him and making his eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Just a little play, love. I won’t last long and I really want to get inside you. I don’t think I can go another night without sinking into you. Lick the head. Taste me.”

She gave his cockhead a long lick, drawing that drop of pre-come into her mouth. Pure pleasure threatened to curl his toes. “You like this.”

“Yes. I like it a lot.” It was taking everything he had to not take her hair in his hands and force her mouth down. “I’ll play sweet tonight. Later, I’ll very likely fuck your throat and it won’t be sweet or pretty. I’ll force you to take my cock deep and I’ll come straight down your throat. I’ll be rough. It’s going to be hard for me not to, but I’ll try.”

She didn’t move from her spot, simply continued to use her tongue on him. “I want you rough. I want you every way I can have you. I want to eat you up.”

He watched as she opened her mouth and proceeded to prove she was serious. His cockhead disappeared into her mouth, pure heat nearly burning him up. He couldn’t help it. His hands moved to her hair. Soft silky stuff. He let his fingers dive in and tangle up. “You’re going to do what I tell you, love. While we’re in bed, I’m in charge. I won’t hurt you, but I will have you. Can you trust me?”

She kind of mumbled around his cock. He let up. He was already being rough with her and he just wanted more. Her head came up and that killer smile was back in play. “Yes, Master. I can trust you. And you taste good. I could suck your cock forever, Simon.”

Fuck. He’d always known she would be a fierce lover if she let herself go. This was what he wanted. He didn’t want some mouse of a woman to submit to him—someone who would submit to any dominant male. He wanted to earn the submission of a strong woman. One who would only submit to him and no one else. “I’ll take you up on that.”

He drew her head back down, bringing her lips back to his cockhead and pressing inside. So hot. So sweet. So damn good.

Over and over she drew on him, sucking hard once she found a rhythm. She might not have sucked a cock before but she was doing it perfectly. Her tongue ran all over his flesh, making him pulse and writhe. He fisted her hair, needing more.

“Take all of me.” He wasn’t going to be satisfied until he found that soft place at the back of her throat.

Inch by inch, she worked her way down, taking more and more of his cock. She was methodical, even as he was being driven slowly out of his mind with lust. Every lick and swipe of her tongue brought him closer and closer to the edge.

More. He needed more and she was going to give it to him. He pulled gently, forcing her on his dick, taking more territory, getting closer to what he really wanted.

She hummed, the sound spreading across his flesh like a song in his soul. This was what he’d wanted with her. He’d felt this connection the moment he’d seen her, and this was the inevitable conclusion of that fateful day. Connection. Completion. He would have it finally when he took her.

He felt it—the soft back of her throat, but if he let her go further, he would come and he wasn’t doing that tonight until he was buried inside her cunt.

“Stop.” He tugged gently on her hair. Later, he would allow her to suck him dry, but not this first time.

She was still sucking, still working him over and he tugged harder. Finally she came free. “But I want to finish.”

“And I want to finish and I can’t do that until you take me inside.” The time was right. It was time to make her his, time to complete this insane journey they’d been on so they could finally start their lives together.

 

* * * *

 

Chelsea forced herself to breathe as she watched Simon reach for a condom. It was surreal. He was going to do it. He was rolling that condom over his big cock so he could fuck her. She would know what it meant to be Simon Weston’s lover.

Even if it was only for a night.

She shoved aside her guilt. It wouldn’t work in the long run, but she could give him everything she had tonight. She could close her eyes and hold on and maybe it would be enough to dream about for the rest of her life. When she was all alone in some DC hidey-hole, she would close her eyes and think about the one night where she felt loved.

Sucking Simon’s cock had been a revelation. She’d been utterly sure she would hate it. It would be something she simply got through so she could get to the good stuff. She’d loved it. She’d loved how her scalp lit up when he tugged her this way or that, pulling her down so she was forced to take more of that magnificent dick inside. He’d tasted good. Clean and salty. She licked her lips just thinking about how it felt to lick the slit of his cock and know it was all for her.

“You’re going to make me come just looking at me like that, love.”

And she loved listening to him talk. His voice had gone deep and dark, commanding. “Theo says I look at you like you’re the only man on earth.”

He shook his head as he finished rolling the condom on. He was on his back, his body laid out like a feast for her senses. Every muscular line was tense and ready. He stroked himself as he looked at her with hot blue eyes. “I am the only man on earth for you, and let’s not talk about Theo or any bloody Taggart. Come here, Chelsea. I want you to control the penetration.”

He readjusted, moving his body so his back was against the headboard and he was sitting, waiting for her.

So awkward and yet her body pulsed at the thought. He was waiting for her to climb on top. He was offering her control. With shaking hands, she moved between his legs and as gracefully as she could she straddled him. She wasn’t thinking about how she looked or moved for once. Her body suddenly wasn’t a betrayal. It was an instrument of pleasure, a way to show this man how much she cared about him, how much she loved him. She might never say the words to him, but she could give him this.

His cock was suddenly pressed against her pussy and it was so big.

“Kiss me.” His hands were on her torso, smoothing and easing over her skin. “Just kiss me for a minute.”

She lowered her lips to his and there were those hands again, pulling her close, holding her tight. Any fear that crept along her brain was firmly shoved aside. This was Simon. He’d been protecting her since the day they had met. She’d never believed in some mystical one person who could make her complete, but Simon had proven her wrong. She felt more like herself when she was close to him. It had scared her at first because it seemed like the real Chelsea felt things more deeply than the woman she’d forced herself to become. She’d dulled her own senses so nothing could hurt her again, but she’d also given up on love and excitement and joy. They were roaring through her now as her breasts cuddled to his chest, her legs against his, and she could feel that masculine part of him twitching to be inside her. His tongue delved deep and there was no more awkwardness. All she could think about was being one with him.

She let her hands find his hair as their tongues tangled together. Soft and silky smooth. His hair flowed to smooth skin covering hard muscle. She could spend hours just touching him. Her nipples were hard and rasping against the faintest hint of his chest hair. Her backside was still aching from his discipline, but it was a good ache. She would feel it all day tomorrow. She thought about all the little bratty things she could do so he would spank her again.

BDSM had been a form of therapy for her, but now she could see why her sister liked to play. It was all a private game, an intimacy between lovers so they didn’t have to draw a line at the bedroom. They could take their sensuality into the world and never have to close it off. Simon would be able to look at her, raise that one aristocratic brow, and remind her of just how good it felt to be naked and submitting to him. He would look at her across the boardroom table and with nothing but a gesture of his hand let her know what he would do to her later so the anticipation could build until she was bursting with it. She could spend her days being intimate with him without ever taking off her clothes.

But she wouldn’t because they only had a day or two.

She forced that thought out of her head. She wasn’t going to taint this time with him by thinking of the future. She let her tongue run across his bottom lip, nipping him lightly.

“Don’t tempt me, love. I’m going to go easy on you this time, but after you’re used to a good long fuck, I’ll do you hard. I’ll get you on your hands and knees and slap your arse while I fuck inside you. I’ll get those tits in clamps and make you ride me so I can watch them bounce.” He reached out and gave her nipple a hard twist.

She felt that like her breasts were a direct line to her pussy. She was so wet, but he liked that. She couldn’t help herself. She rubbed against his cock.

“Oh, fuck that feels good.” His hands tightened. “Stop playing with me. Take me.”

His hips thrust up, sending his cock to run over her clit. Sparks seemed to light along her skin as she lifted up and could feel his cockhead against her pussy. She looked up and Simon was looking down, his eyes watching the place where she was about to take him inside. She couldn’t see it, but he was intent, all of his focus centered on the core of her being.

She eased down, taking him in inch by inch, letting him fill her up. Tight. She felt so tight, like her skin was too small for her body, but she wasn’t about to stop now. She needed to know where this sensation would lead her.

“You feel so good.” He gripped her hips, helping her to balance.

He felt perfect. So big there was a streak of pain, but she kind of liked that, too. The discomfort sizzled along her skin, warring with the pleasure and forming a new kind of sensation that threatened to overload her system.

She worked her way down, taking her time because she wanted to remember every second. She memorized the way he looked, decadent like a king allowing his mistress to please him. She memorized how hot he felt against her skin and the way she could feel his heartbeat thundering in his chest. She memorized how her body seemed to tune to his, as though in that one moment she wasn’t a separate entity anymore. She was one with him.

Discomfort flared as she took another hot inch, but it was just one more sensation to be had now. Their pelvises finally met and he was deep inside. No distance between them. No space.

His eyes came up and he held himself hard against her body. “Are you okay?”

Even when all his primitive instincts should be taking over, he stopped to make sure she was fine because that was the heart of who he was. She loved him so much. She just wished she could be worthy of him. She leaned over, not giving up an inch of his cock, and kissed him. “I’m perfect.”

His lips curved against hers. “You certainly bloody feel that way.”

She rotated her hips and pleasure flared. “Oh, my god.”

He thrust up. “No. You say my name when I’m fucking you, love.” He did it again, moving her with the strength of his hips alone. “Say it. Say ‘fuck me hard, Simon.’”

He really liked to hear her get dirty it seemed. That was easy though since she thought dirty thoughts about him all the time, much less when he was actually rubbing her from the inside out. “Fuck me hard, Simon. I want it, Master. I want your cock.”

Something seemed to break and he wasn’t lying back anymore. He moved, his hips rolling hard against her as his dick shot up. He bounced her, making her breasts jiggle, but she couldn’t think about anything but the way his length was moving. Up and around and out again only to forage back in hard. Even from beneath her, he dominated. There was no question of who was in control. He was. Simon moved her up and down on his cock. Each roll of his hips brought her closer and closer to the edge. She caught the rhythm and found a way to move with him. When she leaned forward slightly, his pelvis rubbed against her clit and she couldn’t hold on a second more. She wanted him deeper, harder, faster. She held on to his shoulders and fought him, pushing down on his upswing so she took every single inch of his cock as deep as she could.

“That’s right, love. Ride me.” His hand disappeared between them and she felt the pad of his thumb find her clitoris. He rubbed hard and it was over.

She cried out as she came. He’d been right. She couldn’t think of anyone but him. She simply called his name again and again.

Before she could come down, he flipped her over. She found herself on her back, looking up into the most beautiful eyes she’d ever seen.

He hesitated, his dick still huge inside her.

He was scared, she realized. Scared that she wouldn’t like this position. He didn’t have to be. She liked everything with him. She let her hands find that rock hard backside of his and gave him a squeeze. “I’m fine, Master. I’m good. Better than good. Please fuck me some more. I want to fly again.”

He stared down at her, his face so serious, but his hips moved, dragging his dick in and out. “I like this, love. You should know I like penetration and I like to make it last. I’ll wake you up every morning with my cock in your cunt and I won’t stop until you’ve screamed out my name at least three times. I promise you, I won’t let you start the day without it. Now that I’ve had you, I’ll be on you all the time. You won’t be able to get me off you now.”

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