Fortune by Annabel Joseph (ebook reader for comics TXT) 📕

bed between her legs. The rough hair on his chest chafed her and his hands gripped her arms, holding her down, down, down, hard and fast. He overpowered her completely. When he came, shuddering, he crushed her so she could barely breathe. She lay still beneath him, feeling peace at last.

He was still a little in shock. When she hadn’t answered his calls, he’d tried to write her off, cut her out of his heart. Part of him thought that was the better thing to do. But then seeing her there at the door, hearing her plead with him to let her stay… His resolve crumbled, vanquished by her lush needful body. Now he held her close, tucking her head in the crook of his shoulder. Her soft dark curls tickled his chest and her skin was impossibly velvety and soft against his. He ran his fingertips over her, from perfectly formed breasts to delicate waist and hips, to smooth thighs.

They started to talk after a while, quiet negotiating. What they discussed was important but his mind was elsewhere. Between her legs. Wrapped around her fingers. Sliding over her hips.

“The thing is,” she said in a soft voice, “I won’t always want to call you Sir.”

He looked back at her, trying to concentrate over the sensory shock of having her so near, so sweet and pliable next to him. He ran a finger down her jaw, stroked her chin. He kissed her softly and framed a tentative answer. “Of course you won’t.”

“But I don’t know if…if you only like me as a submissive.”

“I like you as Kat. What about you? Do you only like me as a Dominant?”

“No. That’s only part of it.” She drew her fingertips through the hair on his chest, a casual gesture that made his jaw tense. Her caresses were a rousing pleasure he felt in his balls and his cock. He leaned down to kiss her again, a messy wet kiss, his groin tightening—his constant response to her. He fed on her rare sweetness and openness. When they drew apart he rested his hand on one of her lovely ass cheeks and looked down at her thoughtfully.

“Did you mean what you said about sleeping here for a month?”

She looked taken aback. Her eyes blinked once, twice. “I could… I… Are you… Would you want me to?”

“Yes.”

She coughed softly, her fingertips stopping on his chest to curl into a fist. He expected her to push away from him but she didn’t. “Why would you want that?” she asked.

He chuckled. “Don’t you?” His hand roved down the satin curve of her hip to the juncture of her thighs, to the slick treasure there. She tensed and buried her head in his neck as he teased her clit. Her hips pressed closer to him and his cock throbbed in reaction, jabbing against her. He reached for a condom. She didn’t protest, didn’t draw away as he sheathed himself and moved over her. He entered her in a slow, liquid movement, holding her still with a hand on each hip. The pleasure was thick and heavy along his shaft, like a lazy humid afternoon when you didn’t want to move. He stayed still in her, feeling her closeness, smelling her female scent. She moved her hips, just a twitch, but he shook his head and tsked at her.

“Be still a minute, doll. I’m not done talking with you.”

She looked up at him, her eyes hazy with pleasure now. “I’m finding it harder to concentrate,” she whispered. He pinched her nipple hard, then harder. The haziness in her eyes dissipated. She jerked as the pain registered and still he pinched her harder until she sobbed, soft and quick. She put her hand on his but he didn’t let go. “This is why you want me here. Sex,” she said with mild accusation. “You want to fuck me whenever you want.”

He released her nipple abruptly. “No. That’s not why. There are so many more reasons.” He pulled out of her. She pressed against him with a small whine but he held himself away. “Stay with me for a month. Just a month.”

“My mother won’t like it.”

“Your mother will pack your bags for you and you know it.”

Her mouth twisted into a wry smile. “Yeah. She really likes you.”

“Because she knows I would be good for you.”

He could tell Kat was thinking it over. He stayed still, not wanting to hear a no or anything negative. He stayed still, willing what he wanted to happen. He glanced past her, just for a fleeting moment, at all the cranes on the floor.

“I don’t want to be your submissive all the time,” she said. “I don’t want to be with you all the time. So I just don’t know.”

“I won’t be here a lot of the time. I’ll be at work.”

“I work too.”

“I know. I understand you’ll need your own time. I will too.”

“I want my own room.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Maybe.” He nudged his cock against her center, just enough to make her sigh. “If you’re a good girl.”

She melted as she always did when he talked about good girls. Not that she was one, not even close. Not that he wanted her to be. He pinched her nipple again, thrust his tongue into her mouth to taste her.

“Oh, Ryan,” she sighed when he drew away from her. “Okay. I guess I will.”

He held himself over her, going still. “You will?”

“Why not?”

Why not? It wasn’t exactly unbridled enthusiasm, but it was enough. “Yes, Kat. Why not?” he said, gathering her closer with a hard breath. He sank into her, pounded into her, not being gentle. He spilled all his hopes and fantasies into her questing hips, her gripping thighs. He groped at her breasts, squeezed them until she groaned and tried to twist away. He kissed her until she was breathless. He cast his fortune at her feet. Later he would pick up the cranes, string them into groups of forty until he had one thousand.