Bliss Series Boxed Set: The Whole Damn Harem (73 page)

My eyes fill with tears as this beautiful dominant man in front of me bears his heart and soul.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t want you to cry. I never tried to control you or dominate you … well, outside of the bedroom anyway.” The corner of my mouth curls up as I remember just how true that was, and still is now. “I loved that you were strong and independent. That you didn’t rely on me for anything even as much as I wanted you to. I just need you to understand where I was at. Why I have to know now whether you feel the same way?”

By the time I’d got back and found out about his grandfather’s death, it was too late to pay my respects. I did send a card and some flowers to the house, but never heard anything. Then I saw him with another girl at a frat party and my heart sunk. That was when I decided to focus on school and friends and move on with my life, even though I knew that a piece of my heart had been lost.

“So why didn’t you come back to me, Sammy? I got your card but you never called. I never saw you around campus, and then I graduated and our paths never crossed.”

The million dollar question. Even after I realized my mother was wrong and that Sean wasn’t my father, why didn’t I fight for him? Try to win him back? “Stubborn pride? Stupidity? Jealously? Embarrassment? Take your pick.” I shrug my shoulders, looking down because I’m too scared to look at him and see whatever emotion is swirling in his eyes staring back at me.

He leans over and puts his thumb under my chin, lifting my head up until our eyes meet. His gaze is unwavering as he studies my face. “Beautiful, I was waiting. I needed you and you weren’t there. You disappeared and I couldn’t talk to you. I would’ve taken you back in a heartbeat. Hell, if you’d told me in the hospital corridor that you were ready I would’ve stolen you away then and there.”

My heart swells. Here I was thinking that Sean hated me, especially after I’d seen him with that other girl a few weeks after the break up. I thought I meant nothing to him and that my mother had been right all along. “Jennifer Murray. You were with her at that frat party.”

“She was Harry’s new girlfriend. I was watching her back whenever he was elsewhere.” He looks at me incredulously. “You thought I’d replace you just like that? We were together for a year, Sammy. Not once in that year had I even wanted to look at another woman.”

“Oh,” I mutter, feeling totally stupid. “You mean, I could’ve come to you, pleading, and we would’ve been together? If I hadn’t listened to my mother and gone home with her, if I’d just stayed in my dorm room I would’ve seen you again?”

He stands up, pulling me with him and runs his arm up my spine, gently gripping my neck with his hand. His other hand cups my cheek as I take a sharp intake of breath. “If you had walked up to me at any time in the last ten years, Samantha Richards, I would’ve done exactly this …” His mouth is on me, hard and fast, claiming me, leaving no doubt as to the meaning behind it. I wrap my arms around his neck and respond fervently, moaning into his mouth in supplication as he continues to kiss the shit out of me. He’s making sure that I get the message.

He wants me now, he wanted me back then, and by the feeling of his hard cock digging into my stomach right now, he wishes as much as I do that we weren’t in the middle of a busy café right now.

Pulling away, I look at him, fully aware of the stupid, goofily happy grin on my face. “You finished breakfast?” I ask breathlessly, still recovering from that kiss of his that had me melting into a puddle on the floor.

“I’m suddenly hungry for something else. Should we take this party elsewhere?” he asks with that low, deep voice of his that calls to my insides, making my stomach flutter and my thighs clench.

“Fuck, yeah.”

“I love that dirty mouth of yours,” he mutters as he dumps some money on the table and leads me out the café’s front door and toward his condo.

As soon as the door closes behind me, I’m pushed hard against the back of it. His hands slide into my hair and tugs gently as he crashes his mouth down on mine and thrusts his tongue inside. My rigid body automatically relaxes under his touch, my hands gripping his shoulders as I struggle to match him stroke for stroke. My heart pounds in my chest and my nipples throb as he presses me even harder against the wooden door. He bends down slightly, pressing his stone hard cock against my clit as I moan loudly in his mouth.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you. I need to feel you on my cock as I fuck you senseless.” His crude words send waves of lust through me as I stand there, pinned by his body, my hips taking on a life of their own as they rock back and forth against his cock. He trails his mouth down my neck, alternating between gentle scrapes of his teeth and firm sucking of my delicate skin. “Take me to bed, Sean.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

He runs his hands down my back, hooking them under my ass and lifting me up. With nothing else to do, I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on as he effortlessly carries me up the stairs to the living room which is filled with bright sunlight, the wall of windows illuminating the room. “Screw the bed, I can’t wait that long,” he mutters as I bury my face in his neck, desperate to taste him in whatever way I can. He lays me down on the gray leather couch, holding me close as he glides his cock between my legs with hard, and purposefully slow, torturing thrusts. A reminder of what he’s got and how much he knows I want it.

He slides down my body and kneels at my feet, throwing my shoes off, then undoing the fly of my jeans before gently pulling the denim down my legs. His change from rough to gentle muddles my brain as I struggle to keep up with the different sensations he’s treating my body to. Suddenly, his mouth is on me, starting with my toes, then an open mouthed kiss on the arch of my foot, his hands caressing my skin as they move up my now parted legs. I close my eyes, trying to absorb the experience of Sean on his knees worshipping my body. I feel his warm breath on my shaking thighs as he grips my hips and trails his tongue along the crease of my hip, so close to where my body aches for him to be. He repeats himself on the other side, his hands holding my hips down as they threatened to buck up against him.

“Patience, Sammy. You know …”

His voice tapers off as he runs his nose down the length of my wet slit. Even through my underwear there is no way in hell he can’t feel the damp material and smell just how much I’m aching for him. One of his hands moves, and with a growl and a rip, my panties are gone and Sean’s tongue is buried deep inside me, his fingertips biting into my skin in a delicious contrast as he devours my pussy like a starved man.

“Fuck, Sean!” I cry out as he shifts his attention to my swollen clit and grates his teeth across the sensitive nerves, bringing my body to spasms as he sucks hard. My body is running head first into a mind-bending climax. I’m unable to speak as I fall flat on my back and trust that Sean will take care of me.

And he does.

His mouth lifts off me as two thick fingers spear inside of me. I moan in ecstasy as he pulls out and adds a third. “Fuck, I love your pussy, Sammy. So wet, so eager. You’re gripping my fingers so tight. I can’t wait to feel you grab hold of my cock.” I’m a panting mess now, my breathing short and labored as I struggle to not come. Sean’s hand grabs mine and strokes my clit with my outstretched finger.

“Take yourself there, Sammy. I want to watch you make yourself come while my tongue is buried deep in your pussy. Do it now, Sammy.” Then his fingers are replaced with his tongue and I’m too far gone to care that I’m masturbating in front of this domineering man. I lift my head and meet his eyes which are watching my fingers rub my clit desperately, then I come - hard, screaming Sean’s name like an epitaph as he licks and sucks my pussy, tasting my climax as I slowly come back down to earth.

He stands and shrugs off his shirt and pants at the same time I sit up and throw my tee and bra off onto the floor. As I lean back into the couch, my eyes are drawn down his toned hard body to his cock. When I look back up at his face I’m met with a knowing smirk.

“I think you’ve had your fun, it’s my time now.” His voice is low, commanding, calling to me on an instinctive level that I had so missed over the years.

“Yes,” I whisper, my throat tight in anticipation of the promise of what Sean can do to me, the way he can make me feel. I can’t resist him.

I sit up in front of him, needing to touch him. Running my palms over his arms and around his hips, my mouth descends on his cock. I run my tongue across the head, the taste of this man intoxicating. Gripping him with my hand at the base, I wrap my lips around him and suck hard on the tip before lowering down the length of him and sucking my way back up again.

“Fuck, Sammy. I’m no saint and I’m definitely not a superhero with stamina of steel. I need my cock inside you now! ” he grates out, grabbing my forearms and lifting me up to my feet, attacking my mouth with an unleashed hunger.

I can do nothing but hold on for dear life as his tongue plunders my mouth. I try to keep up with him, but my mind and body are on different wavelengths. My brain wants to take my time and get my fill of this man, but my body wants everything now. In particular, his rather large cock. Inside me.

Stretching me.

Filling me.

He pulls away, his hot body against mine too much for my orgasm addled brain. “We don’t need safe words, we don’t need anything. You say stop, I stop. You say no, I stop. But unless you state otherwise, I’m going to give you exactly what you need, Sammy. I want you to bend over and hold onto the couch and
not
let go.”

My heart races and my breathing hitches as his words, his voice … fuck, everything surges through me.
This! This
is what Sean offers me, why we click. Why no other man has
ever
measured up. My knees are shaky as I follow his instructions, leaning over the couch and gripping the back tightly as I stand there with my back to him, the anticipation of what he’s going to do next threatening to drive me insane. Biting my lip, I look over my shoulder to find him standing directly behind me, looking at me, watching me, and fuck is it hot. The scorching heat in his gaze warms me all over. “Please, Sean. I need something,” I plead wantonly.

I feel his hands glide over the curve of my ass, rubbing the skin in a circular motion. “I love your ass. So firm, yet soft … perfect for my hands. He runs his hands down the outside of my thighs, then back up again, his feather light touch electrifying my body, awakening my senses once more. His fingers glide between my legs, feeling how ready I am for him, and I whimper at the grazing touch.

“Almost, Sammy. Just remember to hold on and don’t let go. Do you trust me, sweetheart?”

There is no waver in his voice. No uncertainty. There is nothing but confidence and self-assured certainty in his words.

He is my Dom.

“Yes! Yes, Sean. Please, I need you to touch me.”

“Where, Sammy?”

“Anywhere! Everywhere!”

“I am. I will.” He leans his naked body over mine, his cock sliding between my legs, resting teasingly against my clit. “I know what you need, Sammy. Don’t. Let. Go,” he reiterates in my ear before gliding his hands from my shoulders down my back while peppering soft, wet kisses down my spine, the air cooling the skin in his wake. My body trembles as I wait for him to thrust his cock into me, but instead, I groan as he resumes caressing the globes of my ass, around and around, over and over. Then without warning he lifts one of his hands and spanks me. He fucking spanks me. I lift my head to stand up and feel his other hand pushing me down. My skin burns with heat, the sound of the slap of his hand more shocking than any short lasting pain. I moan as desire shoots directly down between my legs and when I arch my back, raising my ass to him, he chuckles to himself.

“I knew you’d like it. You’re a fucking natural, Sammy. Fucking perfect for me.” He resumes caressing my ass, my skin alive under his touch as he spanks me again. I lose track of time, my brain switching off as I focus on the pleasure Sean is giving me. My ass feels like it is on fire but so does my yearning for him. “Pleaseeeee,” I whine. I know I’m begging but right now my pussy needs his cock like a desert needs the sun. Desperately.

“I know, sweetheart, I know. Believe me, I know,” he murmurs as he dips two fingers inside of me. My walls tighten around him and he groans as he fucks me with them, easing the way for his cock. I smile knowing that he’s just as desperate as I am, my silence short lived as I cry out in relief and bliss when he removes his fingers, gripping my hips tightly before plunging his cock deep inside me.

He pulls completely out before pounding into me again. “Fuck, I love your tight pussy. I’m not going to last long. I’ve been hard since the café.”

“Don’t stop!” I yell as he takes me, over and over until my legs start to shake and I feel lightheaded, another orgasm surging toward me as his grip tightens on my hips, his fingertips biting into my skin.

“Come, Sammy. I want you to come. Now, Sammy!” he roars as he fucks me harder, faster, his cock filling me over and over until he plants himself deep inside me and calls out my name as he climaxes the same time as I do.

I lower my forehead against the couch as I struggle to catch my breath. My legs feel like jelly, but Sean wraps an arm around my waist as he leans over my body from behind once more, his clammy forehead resting against my shoulder as he stays inside me, not wanting to end our connection too soon.

“Better than before,” he murmurs as he places a soft kiss against my skin.

“Better than ever,” I add.

“Happy”

Sean

Since Sam and I got back together, we’ve focused on just enjoying each other’s company and getting to know each other again. There’s been no Ryan trouble, no work stress (well, no more than normal), and no unwanted distractions except each other, so between her shift schedule and my day and night jobs, we’ve been grabbing every chance we get to spend together.

Earlier tonight I gave her a key to the condo when she came around after work earlier tonight, a gift which she reluctantly accepted. This wasn’t because she didn’t want it. As she explained it, she didn’t want to rush things between us. When I replied that we didn’t need to waste any more time than we already had, her eyes softened and she accepted the key gracefully. I ended up pulling her hard against my body and kissing her into submission until her body was soft and pliant against mine, then I proceeded to take her on the kitchen floor while dinner was cooking in the oven. What can I say? I’m a man who can multi-task.