Authors: Aliyah Burke
looking primitive and so damn sexy she couldn’t stop the moan that
escaped.
“Slide back against the headboard, raise your knees, and spread
your legs.”
Trembling with anticipation, she did as he ordered her to do.
“Osten?” she asked as her legs opened wide in a welcoming gesture.
“What, baby?” He kicked off his shoes and yanked his shirt off.
His hands were at the clasp of his slacks when it dawned on him she
hadn’t answered him. “What, Chantoya?”
“Let me see you.” Her words were like a beg.
Osten lowered the zipper on his pants and shoved them down
his body. He was left in a pair of white boxers that restrained a giant
ridge in them.
CJ groaned as her body relied on the headboard to hold it up.
His chest was as wonderful as she recalled.
Osten’s eyes smoldered as he watched her. “Do you like playing
with yourself, Chantoya?”
She stilled. CJ hadn’t realized she was doing that.
Oh, my God! I
can’t believe how I lose all sense around him!
“Yes,” she admitted.
Removing his boxers, Osten wrapped his hand around his thick
cock. When she moaned again, he almost lost it. Her large nipples were
pebbled and he longed to suck on them again.
“Play with yourself for me. I want to watch you.” Osten began
moving his hand along his throbbing erection. He noticed how her eyes
followed its motion.
CJ did as instructed. He knew her body cried out for his touch,
as did his, but Osten was inclined to wait. It was so arousing watching
her pleasure herself while she observed him simultaneously.
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“Dip your finger inside yourself.” She did. “Good girl, now pull
it out and circle your tit with it.” Osten moved his hand faster as she did
so.
He could smell her own arousal. Her juices were dripping onto
her bedspread. He didn’t doubt she could see the wetness on the head
of his dick and she licked her lips and moaned as if she imagined
wrapping her lips around his thick cock and lapped at the taste that was
Osten’s.
That did it. Osten’s control snapped like the steel teeth of a bear
trap. Immediate. Stepping up to the edge of the bed, he let go of his
cock and reached over to grab CJ’s wrist. She flashed her eyes up to his
and his hot mouth closed over her finger, sucking off the remaining
flavor of her body.
“You taste good,” he murmured. “But that wasn’t enough for
me.” Osten lowered his powerful body between her still raised thighs
and touched her lips with his.
He kissed his way down her body until his mouth was resting
above the patch of hair between her legs. Repositioning his arms so they
were under her upraised legs, he inhaled and allowed his body to
become acquainted with CJ’s personal scent.
It was a rich smell. His mouth moved lower. Looking at her, Os-
ten could see her swollen clit that called him to touch, lick, and suck.
She glistened with her own juices down there and he couldn’t wait any
longer.
With one swipe of his tongue, he ran it between her nether lips
and moaned in pleasure as her flavor integrated with his taste buds.
Back up he moved his tongue, almost oblivious to the mews that were
streaming from her throat.
“Lean back, baby. Let me enjoy you,” Osten commanded as he
went back to the business at hand.
CJ couldn’t sit up if she had to. The feel of his thick tongue lap-
ping at her made her shiver. She felt his body shift again and her body
convulsed as soon as he slid a thick finger inside her. “Osten,” she
moaned.
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He ran his tongue around her clit before sucking it into his
mouth. Adding another finger to her, he began sliding them in and out
of her sopping wet body. It didn’t take long before her body was
responding with thrusts of its own. CJ would grind down on his fingers
every chance she got.
Stars began to flicker in front of her eyes and she felt her body
orgasm again. CJ screamed his name to her room.
Osten knew it was time.
While CJ was still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, he
moved out from between her legs. He then pulled her further down on
the bed and climbed off. “Just a second, baby,” he promised as a fru-
strated look crossed her flushed face.
Grabbing a condom from his discarded pants, Osten hurriedly
opened it and rolled it on his straining erection. He climbed back on the
bed and positioned himself between her legs once more.
His index finger dipped inside her one more time before he
pulled out and replaced it with the head of his cock. Not a word was
spoken as Osten slid fully within her willing body. Their eyes never left
one another as they were joined together.
Pausing once he was fully encased by her velvet heat, Osten
asked in a low, tender voice, “Are you still with me?”
“
Ummm hmmm
,” she mumbled.
“You are so tight, Chantoya.” Osten moved back out and watch-
ed how her eyes grew darker with the feelings that rocked her body.
“Osten,” she begged as he moved forward again.
“What?” Back out. And in again.
“Oh, my dear Lord,” she moaned as her hips arched to meet his
thrusts.
“That is one way to put it,” he ground out and bit the inside of
his lower lip to keep his control.
CJ’s fingers were wringing out the color of her Mediterranean
blue comforter. Her straight white teeth caught her lower lip. Osten
picked up the speed of his action. He loved how her muscles contracted
around him when he pulled back, like she didn’t want him to leave.
Not
that I have any intention of going anywhere.
Sweat beaded on his brow as
he tried to lengthen the time before he came within her.
It didn’t help anything when CJ lifted her legs up and latched
them around his waist, bringing him in closer, the angle allowing him
deeper. A groan of pleasure left his throat as he pounded harder.
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His fingers dug into her hips as he drove into her body over and
over again. He couldn’t get enough of the feel of her around him. Osten
craved more; he didn’t want this to end.
The tightening of his balls told him another story. Determined
she would find euphoria first, he took one hand and slipped it between
their bodies to find her swollen clit. Rubbing it as he continued to stroke
within her, he watched her as she came.
She was beautiful. Her face flushed and she bit her lower lip, her
hands still wringing out the blankets beneath her. Her strong legs
clamped around him as her internal muscles gripped him.
The pure bliss on her face and the ripple effect he was feeling
sent him spiraling over the edge after her. His cry of satisfaction
blended in with hers. Osten could feel his body pumping out his release
and he shuddered with the intensity of it all.
Limbs shaky, heart pounding, breathing erratic, Osten collapsed
beside her after he pulled out and took off his condom, dropping it in
the receptacle by her bed. He gathered her sweaty body close to his and
loved the fact her heart was beating as crazily as his was.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, his lips moving along her tem-
ple.
“Yes,” she drew out on a long breath as she snuggled in closer to
his body. “I haven’t ever—”
“Me, either, baby,” he interrupted her. “Me either.”
With a contented little purr, CJ draped her exhausted body over
his, tucking her face into his neck. She wanted more, she wanted tons
more of his touch and his love, but she was emotionally and physically
exhausted.
Who knew it was possible to have that many orgasms in one
night? It felt like every ounce of mobility was stripped from her.
But,
damn if it don’t feel awesome!
CJ closed her eyes and let her body begin to
descend from its pleasure high.
Osten wrapped his arms around her and tugged her closer. He
loved how she burrowed into him as if she belonged there.
Well, she
does.
His eyes closed as he put his nose into her hair and let her breath-
ing lull him to sleep.
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The glass shattered against the wall. And another one. And
another.
“Bitch!” he swore as he threw something else.
How dare she?! How dare she allow herself to be soiled by
another man?!
She’d willingly let someone else touch her, violate her. And
she’d seemed to enjoy it so much! Her whole face had been alive with
pleasure as she’d sat there and played with herself in front of him.
He wanted to hurt something. “You
never
let another man touch
you, stupid bitch!” The man in front of the monitors stood and seethed.
One fist drew back and before he knew what happened, he had moved
toward her shrine and punched her photo.
The glass splintered beneath the force of his blow. As the com-
puter generated photo of her, in an exact replica of the wedding dress
he had for her in his closet, became covered with his blood, he stopped.
He picked up the photo, wiped off his blood, and held it close.
His tone changed completely as his fingers traced her face. “I’m sorry,
baby. I didn’t mean to yell. I just can’t stand to see another man’s hands
on you.”
Looking for another frame, he continued talking as if she could
hear him. “I will have to make sure you are cleansed. But first, I think I
need to get you away from everyone sooner. You are taking too many
chances. I don’t like it.”
The man found another frame and instead of adding that pic-
ture, he ripped it up and printed another from his computer. This time
he added his own image to the photo. Putting himself in a tuxedo, he
printed out the image and placed that one in the frame. Then he put it
back on his shelf.
As almost an afterthought, he pulled open a drawer and took
out the bands he had purchased and set the pair of gold rings in front of
the picture in its crystal-lead frame.
“There. That is
so
much better.” Kissing his finger he touched it
to the image of her face. “You look so perfect in your dress and soon
you’ll have
my
ring on your hand and
my
dick inside you. You belong
to me Chantoya; it’s time you realize that.”
Closing the door behind him, the man went and climbed into his
bed, also exhausted. His temper displays always tended to wear him
out.
By the time he awoke, he was still upset over what he had wit-
nessed but was in enough control that he knew he would be fine when
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he saw her in person. He’d worked out extra long to try and get rid of
his excess rage.
Stopping off to buy some coffee on his way to work, he smiled
as he took her photo out of his wallet and kissed it lightly. The barista
saw the picture as he slipped it back in his billfold. “Your wife?” the
young woman asked.
“Yes,” he responded with a smile. “That’s her.”
“She’s beautiful.” She slid the coffee over to him.
“Thank you, and have a wonderful day.” He shoved a dollar in-
to the tip container.
“You, too, sir.”
He climbed into his car, started it, and turned up the heat to try
and keep the winter chill out. “See, Chantoya. Even others know you
belong to me.” There was a grin on his face as he drove off.
CJ stood beneath the spray of her shower. Three more times that
previous night, Osten had awakened her and made such sweet wonder-
ful love to her body. Never before had a lover been so attentive to her
feelings.
He’d always asked if she liked something or not. Chuckling, she
shook her head. “I don’t think there was a single thing he did that I
didn’t thoroughly enjoy.” Tipping her head forward, she let the almost
hot water stream down over her shoulders. She was sore.
A knock on the bathroom door made her eyes and head snap
up. “Yes?” she asked in a strangled voice.
“You okay in here, Chantoya? Can I come in?” Osten’s deep
timbre reached her.
“I’m fine. Almost done, come on in if you want.”
“Oh, I want…” His voice was right behind her as his body filled
the stall shower.
“Good morning,” she said softly as his strong arms wrapped
around her figure.
“Morning to you.” He brushed his lips along the wet skin of her
neck. “You’re up early.”
“I have a class to teach, but feel free to stay as long as you
want.” CJ fought the desire to sink fully into his embrace. She was
running late as it was. “I was just getting out.”
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“Do you have to?” His fingers trailed along her belly and head-
ed for the junction of her thighs.
Shuddering, she nodded. “I’m late already. I have to go.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want you to be late for school,” he rumbled in
her ear. “Can I see you tonight?”
Needing to put some distance between her and the man in the