Owning Skye (3 page)

There was something huge I was keeping from her, but it wouldn’t do any good to tell her now. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. I looked over toward the bed where I left my beautiful, virginal bride. I couldn’t believe that I had lucked out so well. She was everything a woman could be, and all fucking mine. Her body was banging and her face was absolutely perfect, from her pouty, pink lips to her bright, round eyes. My woman, my wife had it all. The old man had done something right where I was concerned. I wondered if he knew she was pure. Probably so, the man didn’t let anything get by him. It hit me then that he used to talk about her all the time. I thought it was odd that he had spoken so much about this cook, like she was perfection. Well, the man had been on the money with that one. Skye was just magic.

I sauntered over to the bed, my cock still surprisingly stiff like I just didn’t nut twice, but I guessed that was what happened when you had the hottest woman possible legally bound to you. There was no way I was letting her slip through my fingers.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Skye,” I said. My eyes showing my appreciation of her curves. Skye’s body was something to behold, but fuck if I’d let anyone behold shit. She was mine and that wasn’t something that changed. Breeding her and sealing our contract was all that ran through my head and straight to my balls. I licked my lower lip, biting the edge.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked in nervous anticipation.

“I’m going to fuck my kid into you,” I admitted. The primal urge to breed her grew strong. My seed would take hold. “Then I’m going to do it again and again. Until we fill every damn bedroom in this mansion.”

“Sounds ambitious,” she purred, her hands playing with her light pussy hair.

“Hell yes, it does, but I’m up for the sweet challenge. Skye, you got my cock begging for more. Part those thighs, babe. I’ve got to get started on that goal.” She probably thinks I was fucking joking, but the feral need to plant all my seed in her took over. I meant that shit.

She parted them for me with ease. I crept up in between her pretty little kitten, taking in our combined scents. I growled as I ran my nose through her curls and up her to adorable small and flat belly. It was possible that I never growled so much in my whole damn life, but my fucking Skye light turned me into a fucking beast.

I swallowed hard. All thoughts of anything but possessing Skye left my mind. She was mine, and it was all I could do to stop from demanding she never leave me. Slowly making my way to her large breasts, I took her peaked, hardened nipple in between my teeth, biting down. Her back arched off the bed, and she moaned softly. The sounds coming from her lips sent me into overdrive. Possessive need came over me; I rose up, wasting no time to enter her. Reaching my hand up higher, I grasped her slender neck. “You’re mine, Skye. Don’t ever forget that,” I grunted, thrusting forward, my cock claiming her pussy again.

“Gray,” she whispered. Her hands skimmed my chest, running along my pecs. The gentle touch only enhanced the need to mark her as mine.

I ran my hand into her long damp curls and tugged, revealing her neck to my eyes. Dropping my head, I licked her pulse before biting down and marking what was mine. I lifted my head and gazed down at the purplish mark I left on her. My mark of ownership was there. Then it hit me that it was the only mark she had. We didn’t have wedding rings or even an engagement ring. I’d have that fixed by tomorrow.

“My wife,” I whispered above her lips. The guttural sound in my voice caused her to snap her eyes to mine. It wasn’t fear in them; it was hunger. Her pussy clenched down on my dick.

“You like belonging to me?” I asked with a thrust into her depths.

“Yes,” she purred. The sound of her voice traveled down my spine, sending desire through me. Her body felt like it was made for me. I had no doubt that it was. Every inch of her was my equal. I wanted to taste her lips. Dipping my head, I took the kiss I needed. Our lips connected with sparks flying from our mouths. Fuck, I kissed her like I needed it to survive.

Pumping into her with our mouths melding together, I wrapped her legs around my ass. Her thighs hugged my waist as her heels dug into my cheeks. I loved her need to get closer, her body demanding the closeness. I ground my pelvis into hers, connecting every part of our bodies. I grunted in satisfaction as I felt her milk my cock. Her tiny pussy took my cock and squeezed and released until I couldn’t handle it anymore. I came deep within her sweet center, exploding and unleashing my cum. My body was fucking down for the count, I collapsed to the side of her, pulling Skye into my arms. Holding her close felt so right. I had no intentions of ever letting go. The ink was dry and her pussy filled. Mine to keep. No returns or takebacks.

“So, tell me how it is that you came to work for my dad?” I asked in the afterglow of our fucking.
“Well,” she paused. “Until your father hired me, I lived in an orphanage.”

“What the fuck? Wait, that would make you only what eighteen now?” I knew she was legal because we were married, but I didn’t know her exact age. The marriage license had been locked away in my father’s safe.

“Yes, I just turned eighteen the day I signed the wedding documents.”

“So, we got married on your birthday?” I liked that idea.

“Yes, so when we get a divorce it’ll be a memory I’ll still have to live with.”

“We’re not getting a divorce.” I hated that I wanted to snap on her for saying some shit like that, but something in me told me that I wanted her for the long run.

“Oh yeah. I forgot about the contract.” She pulled out of my arms. “Excuse me, I have to use the bathroom.”

“Are you okay?” Was she upset because I wouldn’t let her leave or did she think I only wanted her for the contract?

“I’m good. Just a bit sore.”

“Ah, shit. I should be doing something to help right?”

“I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve been with a man.”

“The only man,” I grumbled as she walked away. Damn, she strolled to the bathroom bare-assed. Every inch of her body covered with my touch, her thighs wet with our cum. I could even make out my fingers on her skin where I gripped her tight.

As I laid there looking up at the ceiling in my room, I felt whole. I’d waited a lifetime for her. Thinking of our life together, I realized she snuck away without telling me about her past and the job she took with my father.

I heard the shower running. Sneaking inside to join her sounded like a great idea, but I knew her little cunt had to fucking ache. My dick was raw, so at least we were on the same boat.

I got up to look for some clothes. Getting them ready, I walked down the hall to another bathroom. Showering, I thought about how nice it would be if she decided to come in and wash my cock. I growled to myself, slamming my hand against the shower wall. My cock was stiff as fuck again. The woman was a menace, a delicious one, but a menace nonetheless.

Hurrying up, I got out just as she was running to her room with a towel wrapped around her body. Her ass jiggled as she ran. Fuck, blue balls were in my near future. Having dressed, I went down to my father’s office, but not before letting her know where I’d be. There were some calls I needed to make. Some things that I needed to have taken care of before I got distracted by my beautiful Skye.

I was so glad that I got to change the subject. I didn’t want to lie to him, but I didn’t know what to say. Now, I had a break. When he told me he had to make some calls, I knew I had time.

Going down to the kitchen, I cleaned the counter that he just fucked me on, then started to make some food. We hadn’t eaten in hours and I built up an appetite. As I pulled some vegetables from the crisper, I turned back to the counter. My eyes were focused on the spot where he took my virginity. I almost wanted to put a shrine around it, but that was kind of nuts. Getting back to dinner, I rinsed the veggies and placed them on the cutting board. I couldn’t stop looking at that spot.

“I should have it taken down and put up in our bedroom so I can do you there whenever I want,” he said, staring at the same place I was.

“Stop playing,” I said.

“Well, I’m going to be staring at it every time I come in here,” he admitted, and I believed him since that was what I was doing.

“What did you plan to make?”

“Steaks and a salad.” I hoped that he wanted that.

“Sounds perfect. Do you have some of that dressing that I had one time here?” His beautiful green eyes widened in hopeful anticipation.

“Yes, I do.” I made the dressing by accident, but then they wanted me to continue making it.

“It was so good, baby,” he said, coming around the counter, he wrapped his arms around my waist. “You are so fucking perfect, Skye. I’m starting to think I got the better end of the deal.”

He lowered his head, so he could pepper kisses along the edge of my ear down to my shoulder. His touch sent my pussy into a creamy mess. “Ah,” I moaned, tossing my head back onto his shoulder.

“Damn, baby. I want to do you again, but we have to take it easy.”

“Then perhaps you should stop,” I muttered, struggling to get the words out, but damn I wanted that big dick back in me. The feel of his body controlling mine until we were both sated ran through my head.

“I don’t want to,” he whispered petulantly biting down on my pulse, which was running like a Kenyan—fast as hell.

“Do you always get your way?” I asked, trying to gain control of my need.

“Never cared for my own way until my father brought me the best gift a man could ever get.” He made me feel like he truly wanted me, but I needed to remember it was purely the sexual attraction and a lifetime contract.

Dinner had been delicious, but I hadn’t expected any different. My father always told me what an amazing cook she had been, and, well, I tasted her cooking on several different occasions. It was always fantastic.

We were both in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner when I asked, “I wondered why were you in an orphanage.”

“My parents and brother were in a car accident and my parents died. My brother has been living in a rehabilitation center for the past year.  His injuries were extensive and that’s why I owe your father so much money.” 

“I’m surprised my father thought to help at all,” I said. My father wasn’t a bad man. He was just a focused person. When he was home he spent time in his library or sleeping.

“I actually asked him for an advance one day. He asked me what it was for and I had to come clean or he wouldn’t give it to me. He even offered to let my brother come live here, but the rehabilitation center has everything he needs to be taken care of. He’s almost walking again.” 

“That’s wonderful, Skye. If you want him to come to live with us, I’ll do everything I can to get him here.”

“You’d do that for me?” she asked, her smile bright as fuck. Damn this woman owned me.

“You’re my wife. I’d do anything for you.” It was too soon to tell her that I’d fallen madly in love with her and I’d do whatever it took to keep her.

I carried her to the library where I planned to fuck her nice and slow. Damn. I don’t know why I bothered putting any clothes on. Then again my dick would have been banging against the table throughout the meal. Laying her down on the large sofa that was wide enough to sleep on, I took off her shorts and brought them up to my nose. Her scent was intense and for me. My cock was hard and beads of cum wet my boxers. Her panties had a wet spot for me. Licking my lips, I wanted dessert. I watched her body sway during dinner, telling me she wasn’t just moaning at the taste of her food. She watched the way I ate. Every bite I took was in her gaze. So I knew she wanted me bad.

“Skye. I loved the way you smell, but not as much as I love the way you taste,” I growled. Like a beast, her scent intensified my appetite.

I quickly pulled her to the edge of the sofa, dropped to my knees, and tugged her panties to the side. They were as wet as she was. I ran my tongue down her pussy lips, drinking up her sweetness, but I needed more. Stroking her clit with the flat surface of my tongue, my fingers dipped into her pussy. She gripped my two fingers while I ate her up. Moving them in and out, I finger fucked her until her body was bucking up against my hand. I felt her cum hit my mouth. Fuck my girl was giving it all to me. My cock rubbed against the edge of the sofa searching for some friction. I was about to come on myself. Rising up onto my feet, I swiped my fingers along her slit and brought my cum soaked fingers to my lips. Not taking my eyes from her, I sucked off her juices slowly from each one. Her body shivered before she sat up with her thighs parted and her legs bent. She grabbed my fingers and slipped them into her mouth, sucking hard. I groaned out her name, “Skye.”

She popped them out of her mouth and gave me a look of pure innocence. I tossed my head back, when she reached for my boxers and pushed them down to the floor. Her hand reached out as she sat up and took hold of my cock. With greedy eyes, she licked her lips before slipping them around my length. I growled and gripped her hair. I wouldn’t last, not with her sucking my fucking soul through my cock. She moaned around my dick, and I lost control. I leaned forward and gripped the arm of the sofa, fucking her face. It was hard and fast and so was the orgasm that ripped through me.

My cum dibbled down her chin, so she used her fingers to push it back into her mouth. Could she be any sexier?

“Turn around, on your knees.” She turned around and arched her ass in the air. “Fuck, Skye. For a virgin, you don’t hold back.”

“I never wanted anyone the way I want you. I’d let you do whatever you pleased if it meant you’d make me come.”

With that, I flipped her back onto her back and leaned over her. “Skye, I’m not letting you go and I plan to make you come over and over again.”

I kept that promise, eating her out until she came on my tongue. Needing to come, I got her on her knees and took her pussy from behind, thrusting up into her until we both collapsed into a heap sweat, cum, and thumping hearts.