Self Sacrifice. Anya Summers
behind her, leaning over her body he rubbed his penis against her thigh and pulled her head back using her hair as a rein before guiding his hardness inside her pussy walls. He embedded himself deep in one punishing thrust letting her feel his power. She gasped against the gag, her whole body jerking violently.
For a while he simply thrust, tugging at her hair enjoying the feeling of his penis sliding along the walls of her slippery muscles, stretching to stroke his tip against the rough back wall of her vagina and her G-spot. Her breath was coming in hot staccato pants but he shook his head and grinned.
“Not yet, little one,” he chastised.
To school her, he abruptly pulled out and slapped her bottom.
“Hold it, Scarlett. You can only come when I allow you to.”
Alexander undid her arms and the gag but kept the shackles on her ankles. He wanted the sex to be raw and primal between them. He didn’t just want to make love to her he wanted her to feel like he owned her.
He struck his hand across one butt cheek twice with impatience wanting her in the all fours position quicker. His cock was fit to burst and painful. He needed to take her and release his seed. Perhaps one day he would allow her to conceive his child and heir.
The billionaire pushed her face down on the sheets along with her shoulders loving the way she shrieked with the force of his strength he used to push her down. He turned his attention to her hips and grasped hold of them tight to lift them up. Taking hold of her arms he brought them across her back and held them in their crossed position with one hand. He pushed her legs further apart and hurried to guide his long throbbing penis towards her entrance.
He nudged it just inside her channel and then placed his hand on the back of her neck once more. With her face turned to the side and her hands and arms now secured on her back, Alexander gave one powerful thrust and embedded his cock inside her to the hilt. She cried out with a loud guttural sound that bespoke satisfaction and contentment. He stole a glance at Ross who was staring, his face ashen despite the way the whore furiously sucked at his own cock. The man’s desire for his wife was blatant and Alexander knew then and there he would never surrender Scarlett willingly to him. He would have to take her away from him and his violence, by force.
So be it. Whatever it takes.
The notion made him give two more powerful thrusts with determination before slowing his rhythm to a gentle caress of her internal silky wet muscles contained within her vulva and gently stroked her G-spot.
It was a practiced art and kept his female conquests begging and hoping for more. Scarlett groaned and panted beneath him lost in her wanton desire. He loved the way this internal caress made the woman beneath him completely submissive under his power.
He continued the spell binding rhythm moving his cock in and out of her pussy until she moved restlessly.
“What are you doing to me?” she begged making him grin. “I’ve never felt like this before. It is so strong.”
She broke off to pant hard when he tilted his pelvis with each gentle slow thrust moving like a snake inside her channel. She was close once more and it was time to pick up the tempo.
But he wanted Ross to see her face as she climaxed. He released Scarlett’s arms and wound his hand through her hair, giving a few more thrusts with her face raised before repositioning her. With calculated roughness, the billionaire swung Scarlett’s body to the side of the bed and over the edge so low, she was forced to put out her hands to brace herself and stop herself from falling over. He moved her a little more, ignoring her cry as he did so, until her large breasts dangled and wobbled over the bed.
Supporting her with one strong arm, he embedded himself deeper inside her with a hard, unforgiving thrust. He wound his hand through her hair and pulled hard forcing her head up and eyes to look into Ross’. Alexander wanted him to see how much he could tame and pleasure her, making her submit to his will. As he tilted his pelvis once again he made the thrusts hard and in a stabbing motion as though to conquer her and increased the speed feeling his cock tighten. She screamed and shrieked unable to help herself, not knowing how to control her blazing desire. Ross stared at her.
With one firm spank of her bare bottom, Alexander ordered, “Come now, whore, show your husband just how well I have fucked you.”
Although all for the benefit of Ross, the American was surprised how calling Scarlett a whore seemed to spark her orgasm into full flight. She screamed all the way through it as he reached to cup and squeeze one of her breasts, pulling the nipple painfully taut before he felt his cock burst to soak her channel with his hot seed. It made the powerful movement of his hips more purposeful, driving deeper inside her. Outside he grunted and growled with satisfaction but inside his mind chanted, “She is mine now and always will be.”
Alexander lost himself, still moving slow within her to prolong the connection between them when their pleasure receded. Scarlett moaned softly purring her contentment. He stretched over her body and planted small kisses across her back. For a moment, he forgot Ross was there until he heard him stand up brushing off the woman Alexander had instructed to pleasure him. He said nothing as he left the room but the slam of the door behind him told the American everything he wanted to know. The woman quickly followed. A smile of triumph lit Alexander’s handsome features.
Carefully, he raised Scarlett up from her lowered position over the bed and laid her back against the pillows. She was still panting when he swept his hand over her body loving the fine sheen of exertion coating her skin as he did so. He moved his dexterous fingers over the fading yellow bruising on her inner thighs left from being taken roughly by Ross in the past making him vow once more to never allow him to hurt her again.
Alexander covered Scarlett with the sheet and lying next to her pulled her naked body in to his arms, hushing and soothing her to sleep with endearments, enchanted when she curled her body up against him seeking his warmth and protection. Now he was determined she was leaving with him and without anything Ross Blackwood had ever bought her.
Time to make the daydream come true and make Scarlett Blackwood his wife.
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Aurora’s Cowboy Daddy
by Melinda Barron
Chapter One
The delicious smell of trees hit Aurora square in the face as she stepped out of her borrowed car. It was the incredible smell of spring in the Texas Panhandle. There was the mixture of just mowed grass, wildflowers, and horses.
She glanced around. No one came out of the large ranch-style house to greet her. The house was huge, with a wrap-around porch on both the bottom and top level. Both of them were decorated with plants and flowers, and so many rocking chairs that Aurora didn’t even stop to count.
A picture of sitting here after dinner, reading a book and enjoying some iced tea made her smile. But then again most things made her smile lately. She’d spent six months in prison, and had been on parole another two and a half years, but not able to set foot out of Rainwater County near Dallas until two months ago. Now she was free, and jobless. The house in front of her wasn’t something she would be able to afford. But if they gave her the job she was here to interview for, then maybe she would be able to sit here and enjoy her tea at night.
She snorted in derision as she slammed her door. She’d interviewed for so many jobs over the last few months, and none of them had gone well. When potential employers heard she was a convicted murderer they usually thanked her for coming and said they’d get back to her. They never did.
For this job she’d talked to Holt Coleman