Stricken Resolve (7 page)

God, he smells divine. You’d think after two
months and no cedar lined room, he’d stop smelling like it. But
somehow he still does. Like the scent is a part of him. Forever
woven into his deliciously handsome DNA.

“We don’t have much time.” He mumbles into my
cleavage.

“We… huh...ah-what-ah?” I stammer out,
discombobulated.

“I love you.” He hugs me tighter.

“I love you, too,” I affirm, my tone steeped
in bewilderment. My nose wrinkles up as my brain travels a million
miles an hour.

This is strange. Why is he acting like this?
So many questions. No obvious answers.

“We need to end this. I’m calling off the
engagement,” he grumbles.

Whoa! What the motherfucking hell?

Impulsively I slap him in the back of the
head, but he keeps ahold of me. His arms like vices around my back.
His face nearly making an imprint into my plush mounds.

“What the fuck do you mean,
you’re calling
off the engagement?”
I enunciate the sentence, in a loud and
sure as fucking hell pissed off tone.

Did I seriously just hear his ass
correctly?

He needs to have his head examined pronto, if
he thinks I’m not going to be with him. That’s ludicrous.

“Remember when I told you I work for the
government?”

“Uh—yeah.”

This better not be going where I think it
might be.

“They called me on Monday and are ordering me
to report in. I tried my damnedest to get out of it. But I have no
choice. I’m so sorry,” he says, stronger this time. His lips
pressing small kisses between my breasts, against my sternum.
Igniting little zings into my panties. He’s got to stop this damn
distraction!

“Are you trying to make me cry, be angry or
have an orgasm? Because mister, you are flirting with all three,” I
huff into his hair, complexly frustrated.

“I don’t want to leave.” He kisses my sternum
again, his lips lingering, hard pressed to my Johnnie covered
flesh. His hot breath enticing my skin. Filling my panties with
moist lust.

“When?” I whisper, holding back an impending
moan. Biting my lower lip.

“In an hour,” he wispily states, gliding his
hands further down my back to cup my firm bottom. Kneading my
excited flesh with his strong loving hands.

“I don’t want you to leave,” I groan, holding
him tighter.

Sitting up, he runs his nose up my neck and
along my chin. Nuzzling his way up to my mouth.

Damn, he feels so good. I’ve been waiting for
him to touch me like this for so long. I can feel the stirring of
an orgasm churning in my burning hot core. I need more!

“Kiss m…” the words daintily slip from my
lips.

But before I can finish he smashes his mouth
to mine. Sucking the air from my lungs. Leaving me breathless and
whole. I need him. I need all of him. Always and forever. My Bear.
The most perfect specimen of a man.

His tongue lavishly strikes into my mouth
with a deep groan and I accept him. My lungs unable to keep up with
my need for air. My heart pounding restlessly in my chest. I claw
at his back. Dragging my nails to the bottom of his shirt and
yanking it up his thick muscled back.

Quickly pulling away from my mouth, he allows
me to tug the shirt over his head. Helping me, he withdraws his
arms and I toss the black cotton tee onto the floor. Leaving me
with the most magnificent sight. Beautifully delicious Papa Bear.
Smooth, tanned, tattooed skin with broad shoulders and fuck-me
hips.

Eagerly diving back in, he captures my mouth
and passionately swirls his minty tongue with mine. Slipping my
hand downward I cup his massive cock in my hand and squeeze its
girth, through his pants. A moan breaks into my mouth from his and
I suck his tongue hard. Just like I would his dick.

I am so fucking hot. I don’t think I can take
this anymore.

His hands find my breasts and squeeze. And
milk spews from them, soaking my gown in creamy juices.

“I want to suck,” he declares against my
lips, his fingers rolling my nipples into hard buds of desire.

“Yes,” I make out. Barely able to register
any of my feelings. My body filled with sorrow, want and need. Is
too much to bare. Too long have I wanted his hands to take me again
as his. Too long have I waited to have him inside of me again. Too
much, too fast.

But oh… do I love it!

Unbuttoning the top of my Johnnie at the
shoulders, he drops it down, off of my arms, revealing my swollen
breasts.

“Beautiful,” he claims with a bright smile.
Leaning away, he watches his own fingers draw circles around each
pert nipple. Making me arch my back to press them into his warm
hands. Seeking more attention.

“I’m going to suck them. I’m going to drink
them.” He eyes my nipples, rolling a nipple in his finger a pool of
white milk forms at the surface and his mouth closes in. Sucking me
into his hot velvety perfection. I gasp loudly and grab his head,
pressing him harder against my breast. Inviting him to take
whatever he wants.

Taking long pulls at my nipple I can feel my
sweetness filling him.

“Mmmmm...” he bellows deep in his chest,
swallowing my offering.

“More.” I finger his short hair, ordering him
to suck harder. After he drains me, his mouth drops my heavy breast
with a pop and he lunges for my other. Relieving the pressure
that’s engorging them one long pull at a time. I feed him and in
turn he feeds me. My soul, my love, my undying need for him.

Nipping my tender bud with his teeth, I suck
in a deep breath and let out a long moan. Fuck… I think I might
come. My core is molten lava of damp wanton need. Ecstasy floods my
veins.

Oh James… yes….oh god.

“James, make love to me,” I breathlessly
order. My eyes heavily lidded, high on arousal.

“I can’t,” he breathes hotly, temporally
leaving my seeping nipples. I look down to see a little milk drip
and he catches it with his tongue. The sight makes me need his
thickness inside me even more. And I grab the sheets as he gently
saws my nipple between his front teeth, with a dark feral smile
adorning his rugged face.

“You can fuck my ass,” I reply, with little
tact. No time for pleasantries. I feel like I might burst at any
moment.

He darkly chuckles. “Does Mama Bear need Papa
to do that? It’s not going to hurt you is it?” He winks up at me
and I about lose it.

Fuck hurting me, if he can’t claim my pussy
he can have the only place in my body no cock has ever been. Inside
of Anna. The place that was only Claire’s. And now will forever be
only James’s.

“I. Do. Not. Care.” I push his head back from
my breast. I am going insane with a pent up insatiable need to
come.

“How?” He stands next to the bed. Rubbing his
hand up and down his hard length straining to break free from his
cargo pants.

“I will move and you will fuck.” I lick my
lips and watch as he closes his eyes and savors his own over pants
masturbation.

“Don’t get too excited. I want you to fill
me. Not your boxers.” I smirk and sit up further in bed, pressing
my hand to my stomach for support. Fuck it does hurt…But I don’t
give a damn. This is going to happen.

Offering his hand, I accept it and stand to
remove my gown. He kneels and glides my gown down my body until it
pools around my feet at the floor. I gaze down at my wrecked post
pregnant physique. I look terrible. My stomach is bruised and
stretched and covered in deep purple marks. It’s ugly and I scowl
at the sight. Looking away in sheer disgust.

“Hey!” His sexy voice booms in the room
louder than I expected. Forcing me to snap my gaze to meet his.

Wrapping his arms around my backside he
presses his lips to my disgusting stomach and kisses it repeatedly.
“You are beautiful and perfect, Emily.”

He’s so sweet. A saddened and heartfelt tear
breaks from my eye, cascading down my cheek. What would I ever do
without him? What will I ever do? Oh god, he’s leaving me. I
swallow hard and rest my hand on his head that’s still pressed to
my body.

“I don’t think I can be without you.” I choke
back a tear. Suddenly my chest aches something more painful than I
have ever imagined. Is it breaking?

“Stay here baby. Stay in the moment,” he
softly orders, licking my ugly stretched flesh. But Jesus that
feels damn good. I sigh and throw caution to the wind. Giving him
what we both need.

“Ok.” I nod, run my finger down the side of
his face with a loving smile and turn around. Kneeling on the bed I
hit the controls to recline it slightly and I crawl forward,
pressing my stomach to the top part, my arms wrapping around the
edge. The pressure of the bed against my incision providing the
support and comfort I need.

“Now.” I shake, excited and nervous. Opening
my legs for him to enter me. I’ve never had anything big up inside
of me before. Not there.

Suddenly something warm and rough presses
against my folds and I shudder.

“I’m just going to wash you sweetie. I can’t
just make love to you,” he says, his hand grabbing my hip and the
other washing the wet creases of my pussy.

When did he have time to gather a warm
washcloth?

“Oh… Papa.” I screech through clinched teeth
as he bumps my clit and I nearly jump out of my skin.

A warm towel covered hand encases my
sensitive button and I can hardly breathe. Oh my god! This is the
best kind of torture. I can’t even think straight.

I can feel shifting on the bed. For the love
of god and all that is holy! A tongue jolts into my tight pucker
and I instinctively buck into the orgasmic penetration. Fuckkkkk
he’s tonguing me… He’s really touching Anna. And it feels so
good.

“Do you like this?” he asks, his hot moist
tongue swirling around my back hole.

“Yes.” I press back again, wanting more.

Slowly he squeezes my clit with the cloth as
his tongue lavishes my rosette.

Yes, oh hell yes… I am…

“I’m going to come!” I bite my lip as my
knees shake, pressed into the hospital mattress.

“Come for me.” He laps my ass and I grasp the
bed and bite my lips harder. Breaking into a million little perfect
orgasmic pieces. My body shuttering over and over. As he keeps up
the onslaught of monumental perfection.

What the?

A finger slips into me and I inadvertently
quake harder. My head hanging and pressing into the bed. I can’t
scream. I want to so damn bad. But I hold it in. My chest rising in
falling in quick short breaths. My heart about to beat its way out
of my chest. I never knew anything could feel so good. So right.
With James everything is right.

Curving his thick digit into my softness he
caresses my insides in a caring but urgent way. Coaxing me,
tantalizing me, forcing me to another plateau of euphoric
possibly.

More shifting behind me and I can’t move. I
don’t want to move. I want to savor this pleasure for the rest of
my life.

His hand resting inside of me, he encircles
my small body with his. His warm sultry chest planted against my
back. His cock sliding its way up and down, between my cheeks.
Retracing his finger, he presses his dick to my ready hole and
swirls the pre-come all over it.

“Are you ready, lover?” he asks, wrapping one
arm under me, holding me to him.

“I’ve always been ready for you James,” I
whimper, anxiously awaiting the onslaught of connection.

Pressing forward, his cock head gently enters
me. Inch by inch, he fills me and I hold my breath as I push out.
Accepting him. All of him. Body and soul.

“Arg!” I cry out as he fills my entrance
completely.

Kissing my shoulders, and my neck he pulls
out slightly and I can’t hold it in. My lips pour out a deep and
long unadulterated animalistic moan. Vibrating in my chest as it
bellows out of me. Plunging back into me, I come, hard. My eyes
rolling into the back of my head. As his lips suck onto my
shoulder, his body anchoring me to the bed. My brain floats out of
my body as all the weight is lifting from me. My entire body
tingling in small bits of rhapsody gorged aftermath.

Regaining full consciousness, James picks up
the pace. In even strokes he massages my insides. Teasing and
invoking pleasure deep within my fiery aching core.

“You feel so…” He grunts. “Perfect, my
lady.”

His nut begins to slap my pussy as he
jackhammers my hole into submission.

I’m going to come again. Yes!!! His cock
feels so good buried deep inside Anna.

“Shit!” I squeal as his teeth sink into my
shoulder and laving my wound into a deeper all-consuming
necessity.

I beg, “bite me again.”

He complies by sink his teeth into my other
shoulder. Marking me. Making me his.

“Make it last,” I order, egging him on.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he pants,
relentlessly pounding my ass.

Oh fuck, pound me harder! Give it to me, Papa
Bear.

“Just. Do. It. Now. Mark me,” I bark.

And he listens. Sinking his teeth deep into
my shoulder next to my neck. Grating further into my flesh,
growling like a beast. I cry out in ecstasy and come, again. My
body bucking into him. My teeth grinding. Holding back the need to
scream. For my life. For my love. For the pleasure. For my losses
and for everything else.

His cock swells inside of me. I know he’s
close.

“Come for me Papa Bear. Fill me.”

“I love you. I love you so much,” he
stammers, his moist chest dripping sweat down my back. Then he
grunts and pumps into me filling my hole with his
deliciousness.

Wringing his cock dry of come into my ass, he
licks my wounds as his chest heaves for oxygen. “You—,” He kisses
my mark. “Are—,” Kiss. “My—,” Kiss. “Everything—,” Kiss.

Withdrawing his member from inside my sore
hole, a void engulfs me. The truth of my future coming to light and
baring its weight callously on my heart.