Untamed: (Heath & Violet) (Beg For It) (18 page)

I knew that. I could
tell by the way she pulled away from him, the way she drew close to
me. But I liked hearing her say it.

My fingers tracing a
slow path down, I assured her, “I know who you belong with.” I
found the curve and swell of her breast, circling a path around her
stiff point.

“Who?” she asked,
her breathing growing more shallow.

“You need me to show
you?” I cupped her breasts in my large hands, holding her, giving
them a light squeeze. She felt so good in my grasp, so soft, so
yielding and feminine.

“Heath.” Her
eyelids fluttered slightly and she brought her hands up to my
shoulders as if to steady herself. She ran them down my muscles,
holding on to my arms as she devoured me with her gaze. But then she
shut her eyes again, seeming to wrestle with her response.

“I don’t know
what’s going on,” she admitted. “We fight and you don’t just
call me and ask me out like a regular guy.”

“I’m not a regular
guy.” I brushed my fingertips along the peaked swells of her
nipples and she moaned from deep within. Her brain was fighting this,
but her body knew exactly what it wanted.

“I don’t…” she
panted, clearly struggling. I guess I could have stepped away, given
her some space to sort things out. But I didn’t want to. I wanted
to see how hard I could make it for her. “We don’t talk.” She
continued to try to protest.

“We talked last
night,” I reminded her with a wicked smile. My favorite kind of
conversation.

“But we don’t, you
know…”

“Talking’s
overrated.” Swiftly, I dropped my lips down where my fingers had
played. I took one of her stiff nipples into my mouth and sucked,
capturing it between my lips. She tipped her head back and groaned as
I licked and teased her bud, her thin shirt plastered to her skin.
With a hiss, I brought my teeth down on it. She cried out, her hands
reaching up again to my broad shoulders. Only this time she didn’t
even attempt to push me away. She dug her nails in, clutching at me,
pulling at my shirt as she cried out.

“I know what you
need,” I growled into her chest, giving her other quivering nipple
a lick. “You want me to show you?”

“Yes.” The word
tore out of her with a deep ache. I didn’t need any more
invitation. My hands on her hips, I swiftly turned her around. Then I
pulled her ass toward me and pushed her back down onto my worktable.
She lifted her head up and started looking around at me, startled.

“Put your hands down
on the table in front of you,” I ordered. “Now I’m in charge.”
Shaking, she placed her hands as I told her, palms down on the wood.
She needed to stop fighting this, and she needed to do it now.

“There, that’s
good,” I praised her, admiring how sweet she looked like that. Her
ass thrust out in her jeans, so tight on her. I traced her curves
with my hands, worshipping her hips, her ass, the insides of her
thighs. Nervous as she was, she started warming up under my touch,
melting into me. Sighs came shuddering up from deep inside as she
started giving herself over to my touch.

“You look so good,
Violet.” I cupped my hands around her hips, dug my fingers in on
either side to tilt her ass up to me. Running my thumbs along her
cheeks, I could tell she liked being held like that.

“Do you know who you
belong with, baby?” I asked.

“Oh, Heath,” she
moaned.

“Yes, that’s
right.” Smack, I brought my large palm right down on her ass. She
gasped, shocked, then groaned into my caress when I stroked her right
where she stung. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I needed to own
her, possess her, mark her. It was time to stop all these games, all
this back and forth. It ended now. Now I’d make her mine.

“Say it, Violet.” I
stroked her and she quivered under my touch. “Who do you belong
with?”

“Uh!” She gave a
little moan. Smack, my hand came down hard on her ass and she cried
out, panting. “Say it!” I commanded.

“Heath! You!” she
gasped as I soothed the sting, sliding the palms of my hands over her
round ass cheeks.

Gliding my fingers down
along her pussy, I rewarded her. “That’s good.” Harsher, more
demanding, I ordered, “Again,” and I brought my palm down with a
loud, firm whack.

She moaned, her fingers
gripping the wood. “I belong with you,” she cried out.

“That’s it.” I
brought my fingers right up between her legs, pressed them right
where I could feel her wet heat through her jeans. Right where she’d
played with herself last night on the phone with me. Wanton, she
sighed and pushed into my hand. “Yes, give in to it, Violet,” I
urged her, one hand on her back holding her where I wanted her,
letting her know I was in charge. The other one pushing, pressing,
pulsing right against her throbbing clit. “I know you’ve been
fighting it. I have, too. That’s all over now. Now you’re mine.”

Smack, I brought my
hand down again on her ass. She gasped and arched her back, pushing
her ass into my hand. She wanted more, so intense in her response,
her eyes half-closed, her lips parted. This woman might be the death
of me.

“Stand up and take
your jeans off,” I barked, taking a step back.

Shaking, wobbly on her
feet, she stood up. She turned to look at me, flushed, eyes filled
with desire. She hooked her fingers into her waistband and undid the
button. I stood, arms crossed over my chest, watching her. I could
strip her jeans off in seconds flat, tear them right off of her. Some
day, I’d do that. But right now, our first time, I wanted her to
dive in herself. I wanted to see her admit the struggle was over. The
resisting, the pushing away. Now it was time for her to give herself
to me. It was time for her to be with the man she belonged with.

She kicked off her
shoes and pulled her jeans down her long, creamy legs. Then she
stepped out of them and stood there, nervous, looking up at me with
her wide eyes, her hands in front of her as if to preserve her
modesty. There was no more modesty, not with me.

“Take your shirt
off.” She hesitated for a moment, then did as she was told, pulling
it up and off. She wore a pretty bra, all confection and lace. She
looked like a lingerie model. But today wasn’t about admiring from
the sidelines. Today was game day.

“Off,” I growled.
Her eyes widened, her nipples so stiff they strained against the
fabric. She liked it when I bossed her around. Good. I had a lot more
where that came from, and I had a feeling she’d like it a whole
lot. She reached around and unhooked her bra, her luscious mounds
spilling out naked for me to enjoy.

Then she pulled down
her panties and exposed her perfect, slick, gleaming pussy for me.
She was so wet. She’d liked her spanking.

“You’re wet,” I
observed, taking a step closer. Under my steady scrutiny, she crossed
her legs, embarrassed. “Oh no.” I shook my head. “That’s not
going to work.” I looked into her eyes. “Spread your legs for me.
I want to take a good look.”

Looking down, she bit
her lip, clearly nervous. Also clearly aroused, her nipples like two
succulent strawberries on top of mounds of cream. I wanted to dive
in, but I held back. For now. Slowly, she opened her legs, moving one
foot to the side, then the other. Nice and wide open for her man.

“That’s good. Now
reach a finger down and feel how wet you are for me.” Eyes wide,
she looked at me, panting. I could tell she’d never been asked to
do something like that before. Good. I didn’t want anyone else
telling her that kind of thing. Only me.

Dutiful, she brought
one of her fingers down to her wet pussy and swept it into her
depths, stroking where she’d already grown so slick. Her eyes
glazed as she did it. She liked pleasuring herself at my command.

“Show me,” I
ordered. She met my eyes, a bit confused. “Show me your finger,”
I insisted.

She held it up for me,
glistening and coated with the wetness of her arousal.

“You see that?” I
asked, taking her hand in mine, making her look at her finger, the
evidence of her arousal. “That’s how I know you’re mine. I
spanked you and it made you so wet.”

Her breath came in a
pant, her breasts quivering. I took her finger into my mouth and gave
it a slow lick. She whimpered, her gaze fixed on my lips. “You
taste so good,” I groaned. “But right now I’m not going to eat
you. Do you know what I’m going to do instead?”

I slid my large hand
between her legs, lightly grazing her slick pussy. She cried out at
the contact, dripping wet. I dipped my fingers into paradise,
caressing her, and she reached her hands up to my biceps, steadying
herself. Her eyes closed and she moaned, deeply, giving herself over
to it, to me. I stroked her, letting her know I had her, I’d take
care of her. I’d give her everything she needed, everything we both
did.

A slow drop of her
arousal dripped down her inner thigh. I caught it with my fingers and
brought it back up again, working it into her sex.

“So wet for me,
baby.” She moaned, loudly. “I know, I know you need it.” Down
at her dripping pussy, I stroked her, parting her, finding her clit
with my thick fingers. “Tell me what you need, Violet.”

“You,” she groaned.

“Do you need my
cock?”

“Yes!”

“That’s good.
Because I’m going to fuck you hard.”

She gasped, and I
pulled her by the wrist over to the couch in my workshop. I lay her
down on it. Her golden hair spread out around her lovely face, her
breasts quivering and bare, her wet, glistening pussy begging for my
attention. There was a lot to admire. Some other day.

“Are you ready?” I
grit out between my teeth, barely holding myself back. I tore off my
shirt, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off quick as I could.

“Yes,” she moaned,
gazing up at me.

I pulled off my boxers
and my huge, hard cock sprang free. Veins bulged, my crown swollen to
epic proportions. I was so much bigger than her. I didn’t want to
hurt her, but I knew I needed to bury myself in her. And I could feel
how much she needed it, too. I kneeled and grabbed a condom out of
the back pocket of my jeans—luck favors the prepared. One day I
wanted to take her bare.

But right now, I
sheathed myself and positioned my tip at her quivering, wet entrance.
She grasped my arms, looking up at me with such trust.

“I’ll try to go
slow, baby,” I reassured her.

“Heath! Please!”
she begged me, and I tensed, wondering how worried she was about my
size. She had reason to worry. But then she added, panting, pleading,
“Please fuck me!”

Violet

The look in his eyes
when I begged him. If I hadn’t already been on the verge of orgasm,
that look alone would have gotten me there. Heated, possessive, wild.
I knew he was gigantic and I should be feeling hesitant, maybe even
anxious. But that wasn’t how I felt.

I wanted to grab on for
the ride of my life. I reached up and around his hips, digging my
fingers into his firm ass.

“Fuck me, Heath,” I
begged, feeling his wide tip right at my entrance. I’d never been
so wet in my life.

With a swift,
commanding thrust, he entered me. My eyes flew open. It burned. He
stretched me so wide. I brought a hand up to his chest, my mouth open
in shock. He pulled out an inch, then drove back in even farther.

“Oh!” I gasped,
panting, not sure what I’d gotten myself into. Or what had gotten
into me. He stilled, looking down at me with the same intense heat.
“Are you…? Is there…” I gasped.

“More,” he growled,
moving again, out giving me a moment of relief mixed with loss. Then
again, he drove into me and I screamed with the sensation. I’d
never felt so filled, so pushed to the brink, so stuffed full of
cock. I couldn’t think, couldn’t move, couldn’t process what
was happening.

He wrapped a large hand
under my ass, holding me there as he began to move, and he ducked his
mouth down by my ear. In a low, husky whisper, he told me, “You
feel so good, Violet.” He thrust into me, long and full, and I
moaned, my body adjusting to his size. “So sweet.” He licked my
ear, sucked my lobe as he inched out, then filled me to the hilt
again.

“Oh!” Pleasure
rippled through me right to the core as he began a steady rhythm,
rocking his hips, thrusting into me so deep I almost couldn’t take
it. Only I wanted to, I wanted it so much. I felt a deep hunger
growing in me, a growl starting from within, something primitive and
primal and relentless. “Yes, fuck me,” I heard myself moaning.

“Yeah, Violet?” He
pushed up, holding himself above me with his palm on the floor. With
his free hand under my ass, he tilted my hips more toward him. “Is
this what you need?” In a deep, powerful thrust he buried himself
in me.

“Yes!” I screamed
as he did it again. So huge, all that muscle right in front of me,
over me, in me. I felt surrounded and possessed and so completely
gone to it as I brought my hips up to meet his thrust, now wanting,
taking, needing everything he could give me.

“You’re so wet,”
he groaned, sliding faster now, driving into me, ramming into me with
such power all I could do was wrap my thighs around his and hold on.
I was screaming now, screaming his name, screaming for more. I didn’t
know what was coming out of my mouth I just knew I could feel the
orgasm building, thundering, cresting deep inside.

“That’s it, baby.
Let yourself go. I’ve got you.” At his words, I came apart,
pleasure exploding and engulfing me, burning through my core and
shooting out along every limb.

“Heath!” I
screamed, clutching at him, bucking into his cock again and again.

“You’re going to
make me come, Violet,” he groaned, looking down at me with such
hunger another spasm of pleasure rocketed through my core. With a
great, almost mighty growl, he thrust full and hard and deep inside
of me and came with a roar. I took it, my eyes closed, lost entirely
to it, to him as he thrust and shuddered and then sank down to hold
me in his big, powerful arms.