False Pretenses (18 page)

He led her back to the bed, which wasn’t a surprise. Rising each morning took one or two false starts because Nathan liked to haul her back into it for early morning sex. She complained only to cover her own desire.

He laid her down on the bed and hovered above her. Just having him stare at her naked form brought her nipples to rigid peaks and had her pussy weeping. “I won’t let that happen, even if I have to seduce you. You’re mine, Alyssa, and I have no intention of giving you up.”

A shiver sped down her spine when he spread her legs and thumbed her clit. “Say yes.”

“Nathan.”

He bent down and flicked the tip of his tongue over her bud. A delve between the folds of her heat brought her hips up off the bed. He laved her juices, making her moan and cry out his name.

“T-That’s playing dirty.”

He squeezed the back of one thigh and licked some more. She scratched at the sheets.

“Say yes, my love.”

She sat up and shoved at his shoulders before sliding away. “I want to think about it with a level head.” When she turned to climb off the bed, his hand shot out, and he dragged her to her back and dropped down on top of her. No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t free herself. The protest that rose to her lips died as his tongue pushed into her mouth. At the same time, he parted her thighs and thrust his cock deep and hard into her pussy.

“Yes, yes, Nathan. Wait, no.”

He pulled out, and she almost screamed in protest, but he only flipped her over and drove in again. Pounding against her ass, he didn’t let up. He pinned her hands to the mattress and took her body without mercy. She arched to push her ass in the air. He never played fair, and she always gave in to his demands because they felt so good.

When he got up from the bed and dragged her to the edge, she didn’t resist. He stood behind her and parted her swollen nether lips with one hand and guided his shaft into her with the other. One knee on the bed, he drove in repeatedly.

A powerful orgasm took hold from her core and spread down her thighs and up across her belly. She whimpered and writhed, panting for breath. Nathan splayed a hand over her ass and crammed her sex with his dick. He held still, and soon the familiar warmth filled her. She reached beneath her hip to pinch her clit for a second, smaller orgasm and then collapsed against the bed. Nathan rolled away.

“I—”

He covered her lips with one finger. “Shh. When you say yes, it will be what you want and not because I satisfied you sexually.”

Her heart burst with joy, and she hid her face in the sheets.

Yes, Nathan. Definitely yes! To being your wife and having your children.
If ever she had wondered, she knew now. Rich or poor, Nathan was her one and only. Now and forever.

The End

About the Author

Tressie Lockwood
has always loved books, and she enjoys writing about heroines who are overcoming the trials of life. She writes straight from her heart, reaching out to those who find it hard to be completely themselves no matter what anyone else thinks. She hopes her readers enjoy her short stories. Visit Tressie on the web at www.tressielockwood.com.