Page 12 of Playing With Her

“I’m not leaving you. Wherever you are is where I’ll always be. And we both know you’ll never tell me no.” A flush hits her cheeks. Isa hums to herself, giving us this private moment, or semi-private since she knows I’ve been in her daughter’s bed every time I was in New Orleans.

“Whatever. I’m going back to work. All you two do is gang up on me,” she throws her attitude around. We both know I’ll be fucking it out of her later tonight. I dip my head, lips touching hers, my tongue lapping at her lower lip until she gives me that sweet little gasp I love so much. It’s the same one she makes as she comes hard on my cock. Now all I want to do is take her up the three flights of stairs, open her door, and take her against it.

“Boston.” I pull back. Taking her in the kitchen probably would be frowned upon. Doesn’t mean I’m not tempted.

“Get to work, then meet me upstairs.” Her lips are plump from our kiss, eyes sparkling with need and excitement.

“Okay.” Her breathless tone is doing nothing to calm my cock down, and when she spins around, showing me an ass I’m going to take, it only makes me that much harder.

NINETEEN

Amelie

I’mon my hands and knees, not a stitch of clothing between the two of us. True to Boston’s word, he met me upstairs, right on my heels. The door slamming open only to be slammed shut a moment later, my shirt for his, his shoes for mine, then we both worked on taking the rest of our clothes off one another. A rendering of fabric, ripping from its seams in our haste to get our hands on each other was all that mattered. My back was pressed against the wood door, cold to my overstimulated and hot body, Boston’s mouth working mine, taking me in a way that shows how much he needs me, his thick cock sliding between my heavily coated lips, allowing him to tease us in a way that had me ripping my mouth away from his, arching my back and lifting a leg to wrap around his waist.

Boston didn’t want me like that. No, the man was hell bent on having me where I am right now, ass perched in the air, his hands sliding along the slopes of my curves, and I know exactly why. He wants his cock inside my ass, and while I can’t say I’m opposed to it, he’s thick, long, and did I say thick? We’re still working our way up to that moment. In the meantime, his fingers, toys, and sometimes mouth are all that’s happening.

“Oh God, I thought you were deeper before,” I groan, fingers clenching the sheets beneath me. The orgasm I was chasing moments ago, before he tossed me in this position, returns at a full throttle. It doesn’t seem to take much for an orgasm to be thrown my way. Pregnancy hormones are lighting the fuse faster than you can blow it out. My insides turn to mush, making me annoyed with my body and myself. I wanted this feeling to last. My eyes shutter as he presses his thumb inside my ass, pussy squeezing tightly as I’m tossed into the deep end of the best feeling in the world. And through it all, Boston never falters. My core clenches around his thick and heavy cock at each powerful push of his hips. There’s no use in helping him either; he’s got me right where he wants me. I’d be a fool to resist. Being stuffed with his dick in my pussy, his thumb in my ass, it’s an onslaught of sensations, overwhelming me in the best possible way. I’m dying to feel each spurt of his cum paint my walls.

“Boston,” I groan into the pillow. What I’m asking for, I have no idea. All I know is I want more, and I want it to never freaking end.

“Fuck yeah, Amelie. Look at you, taking my cock, sucking my finger into that tight ass of yours. Soon, my cock will be right here,”—he wiggles his thumb—“and you’re going to take all of it, a vibrator in your pretty pussy, one tiny wall between where we’re both going to enjoy the sensation of each thrust.” He slides his thumb in deeper, past the first knuckle. Him talking during sex only amps up my orgasm. I don’t need a mirror. I can feel it, imagine it, his cock slick with my wetness, his thumb working in and out in tandem with his thrusts as his fingers grip the side of my ass hard enough that I’ll be wearing marks the next day.

He’s deeper than before, each of us leading up to the point of trying anal. Boston’s size and girth is the one thing holding us back. His hand slides from his grip on my hip to cupping my breast, thumb and finger pulling at my nipple, creating a delicious burn with each twist, pinch, and tug on my sensitive nub.

“More. I need more.” He bottoms out inside of me, more of him going faster, more of him going harder, more of him going deeper. All I know is that my brain is going into a fog, full of sensation, the receptors unable to string more than a handful of words together. Boston gets it, though. The hand that was moments ago cupping my breast is now moving upwards, cupping my shoulder, using it for leverage with every plunge of his cock. A wake of goose bumps quivers along my flesh.

“Come on my cock, beautiful. Squeeze the cum out of me. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” Boston says an inch away from my lips. My exhale is his inhale. The moment is one that will stay locked in my memory bank, the feel of him surrounding my entire being.

“Yes, Boston!” I rip my face away from the covers, crying out with the soul-shattering orgasm, head tipped back, eyes slammed shut, and I feel each punch and swivel of his hips. I don’t care that I’m practically screaming the Inn down. The looks I’m sure the employees will give me are a worry for the future. Right now, I’m living in the present. Thank goodness we had the presence of mind to keep my room here as an office for Boston and a bed for me to rest if I get too tired. The bossy man behind me is the only reason I’m even tired, and for reasons like today. A mid-afternoon romp with a nap is exactly what I need.

“Fuck, Amelie, take my cum, my body.” I hear his groan, feel it prickle along the outer shell of my ear, knowing it’s me who makes him lose control. Jesus, what do they put in these men from New York? Boston allows his body to drop on top of me, careful of how much of his weight he gives me.

“I think you’ve fucked my cock to death, Amelie.” He pulls out and rolls onto his back, bringing me closer until I’m practically on top of him. A mess oozes from between my legs, but neither of us cares.

“Give him ten minutes, and he’ll be ready for more,” I say before he takes my mouth with his, dominating the kiss much like he dominated my orgasm.

TWENTY

Amelie

“Are you feeling okay?”Boston asks me the next day. I’m on my stomach, still naked from the night before where he had no problem wearing me out, keeping the wolves at bay by wringing my body with a copious amount of orgasms. It worked, too. The tips of his fingers trail up and down my back in zig zags, circles, all kinds of different patterns, it doesn’t matter. All I know is that it feels amazing. I grouse when he stops the movement, and he picks it back up almost instantly.

“I am. Mom isn’t cooking eggs, thank goodness, and I’m in your arms. The only niggle in the back of my mind is you’re having to wade into my pile of shit, taking care of an issue that you were thrust in. I really hate that part.” Today, we’re supposed to meet with Sylvester, Boston’s friend and attorney, for multiple reasons—my father, Mom’s divorce, the building he’s purchasing, and then because Boston is an overachiever, he wants to go take a look at furniture for his new place. A place where Boston has stated I’m moving into. I ignored him. The demanding fool attempted to withhold an orgasm from me while insisting that’s where I’ll be. I held my own. He might have pulled out, but it didn’t last for long. His mouth attached to my clit, my hands clamping down the back of his head, then I was coming on one long moan. Needless to say, no more talking happened.

“That’s good. I don’t want you worrying. The pregnancy book said an expectant mother shouldn’t have a lot of stress in her life. It causes things like an increase in high blood pressure; pre-eclampsia could happen.” I tip my head toward his, rolling my eyes the entire time. I’m going to kill his friend Parker for overnighting that damn thing. Literally, the next time I’m near a lighter, I’m going to set it on fire.

“I’m fine. Women have been carrying babies for centuries, and I’m sure they’ve had way more stress than I’ve experienced.” Okay, maybe not quite as much, but I’m willing to bet it’s right along the same playing field. At least I’ve got a massive support system, minus a father, who’s a raging prick.

“Still, it’s my job to take care of you, and it’s one I want to do, take away any stress I can, including helping your mother. She should be able to walk around carefree, work at the Inn without being worried her husband is going to barge his way inside and strong-arm her. I’ve got the money and the power. What good is it if I don’t use it in a way that’s beneficial to the woman I love?” Boston Wescott has stunned me silent. My mouth is opening and closing, like a fish out of water. The man who tossed the four-letter word out uses his the side of his pointer finger and thumb to close it. “You heard me right, Amelie. I’m well aware we’ve got a few hurdles to jump through—your father, my family, a baby that I’ll give my life for with no questions asked.” My breath is lodged in my throat, eyes filling with tears, unable to control my damn emotions. Everything Boston said, it’s exactly what I want—him, our child, my mom to be okay. Fuck the rest, whatever happens.

“I love you, Boston. I think I have all along. You may have left me, and that still hurts at times, but I know why you did it, even understand it a bit, but if you ever do that again, I will fly to New York or wherever your ass is and kick you in the balls, no matter the fact we will be having more than one child together.” He must like what I said. My naked body is no longer pressed against his; I’m flat on my back, his hands on my wrists, holding them hostage above my head. The look in the father of our child’s eyes is one of pure devotion.

“Amelie, as God as my witness, with every depth of my fucking being, I am not leaving without you ever again. I screwed up, believing I was trying to protect you from my own father and his personal vendetta against me and Four Brothers. I should have known better, abandoning you with a different type of wolf. I’m sorry I almost missed out on this, and not just my cock being in its happy place. But I mean the doctor’s visit, hearing our baby for the first time. Fuck, I’d have never forgiven myself. I watched yesterday as you stood your ground against Noah, and, beautiful, I have no doubt in my mind that when it comes to Governor Wescott you can hold your own.” He wedges his body closer to mine. The muscles in his arms ripple, causing me to lick my lips. A different kind of emotion is taking over. One that’s filled with nothing but lust, desire, and love.

“You’re forgiven, though I’ll take more apologies in the form of orgasms. Plus, what you’re doing for my mom, it’s unbelievable, and I’m so incredibly thankful.” He lowers his body further. My eyes slide away from his fiery orbs, tracing the slope of each perfectly sculpted muscle of his chest and abdomen, watching his heavy cock bob once then twice.

“Good, now that we have shit settled, it’s time for me to start on the first of many orgasms to come.” I’m silenced once again with his lips and tongue. My legs wrap around his waist, and with one movement, Boston is seated deep inside me, making me realize that maybe I forgave him too fast. The rewarded orgasms are pretty freaking spectacular.

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