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  “Let me catch my breath and then you can ride me.” He tells me as he give my bottom a squeeze. Usually if a guy did that I would slap the crap out of him but I can’t seem to muster the same kind of response for Ty. I love that he takes liberties with me. I must be all kinds of fucked up.

  Chapter 11. Ty

  I can’t believe I came before I was even fully inside of her. I haven’t done that since the very first time I had sex. In my defense, her pussy is golden. I never understood the use of that saying until now. It was the slickest yet tightest pussy I have ever known. Not that I am a huge male slut or anything. I have had women though and let’s just say that they all pale in comparison. I am whipped. I will want this pussy every damn day, multiple times. She is creating this monster.

  We are sitting on the chair in the entry way because this is as far as I got with her. I had to have her. Fuck. My dick is still hard even after I came the hardest I have ever cum. I never even could do that with my own hand. Being inside of her is like coming home. This is where I want to be, where I need to be.

  I grab her hips and start moving her up and down my cock. She is still just as tight but with cum from earlier still inside of her it is helping in the movement. She feels so damn good. Paradise. I am so lost in her. Will it always be this way with her? For some reason I think the answer is yes. I think it will only get better with time. I want to know her body. Memorize every dip and curve. I want to know it better than my own.

  “Yes.” She says as her back arches and she finds a rhythm that has me damn near seeing double. I love watching her like this, as her body slides up and down my pole. Her breast bounce with our movements. Her skin is flushed and damp with sweat. I lean forward and lick up a bead of her salty moisture. Even her sweat tastes good. Not as good as the nectar between her legs but still better than I would have ever thought.

  I am fucking addicted. I look down at where our bodies are connected and watch as I move in and out of her tight body. I love seeing our combined fluids surrounding my cock as it withdraws only to dip back in for more. My cock is just as hungry for her honey as I am. He can’t seem to stay out of her for long, constantly seeking more. I take my thumb and rub the pearl that is swollen and peeking out from its hood. She cries out and her body shakes.

  My sexy woman is about to cum. I can feel her body coiling tighter. Her channel is pulling at my dick as though it were a starving infant and my cock was a tit. I have to grit my teeth to keep from cumming before her. I will not be cumming before her ever again.

  I pinch her clit between my finger and my thumb and give it a small tug. That is all it takes to make her detonate. She screams as she clamps down around me and then the throbbing, suckling sensation starts and there is nothing I can do when my body seizes.

  “Oh fuck, Ella!” I shout as the tingling starts at my spine and up through my cock as the first spurt of cum shoots out the tip, coating her walls. My head falls back and I groan as the next shot of warmth squirts out. It’s so damn good. How is it this good and I still be alive? I pulse two more times. It is so intense that I can’t even move just moan as I fill her with my essence. She falls forward and I wrap my arms around her.

  I can’t imagine anything in this world being better than this moment.

  “So that’s what it feels like?” She says. I’m not sure if she is asking me a question or talking to herself.

  “What feels like?” I ask her.

  “I didn’t know that having an orgasm during sex made it that much better.” I look down at her with my mouth hanging open.

  “What kind of selfish men have you been with? Never mind do not answer that questions because then I will want to kill them.” I kiss her softly and push the sweaty hair from her eyes.

  “I’m glad I am the only man to give you pleasure like that.” I mean it too. I can’t imagine a man being with this woman and not worshipping her the way she should be. They had to have been the most selfish men on the planet. I lift her off my still rigid prick and stand her between my legs.

  “Let’s lose the clothes.” I tell her as I undo the button on her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Her body is a work of art. She is muscular and defined in ways that most women aren’t and I find it hot as fuck. The only thing that doesn’t fit her hard body is her large round breast. They are much larger than I would have expected but I am pleasantly surprised.

  When I have removed every article of clothing from her. I stand up and remove my pants the rest of the way and loosen my tie and pull it and my shirt off over my head. She stares at my body and I love the look of hunger she has on her face. I love that she wants me just as much as I want her. I love that she likes what she sees because I plan on being all she sees from here on out.

  I take her hand and lead her into the kitchen where I grab a couple of bottles of water before heading to my bedroom. I plan on making love to her over and over tonight. I hope she doesn’t plan on sleeping much.

  Chapter 12. Ella

  I wake up to feel a tongue in my pussy and a nose bumping against my clit. I moan at how primed my body already is. I look down at the head that is moving between my thighs as memories of last night replay in my head. Ty is insatiable and I blossomed under his encouraging hands. He made me feel things I never knew were possible. He came five times. FIVE. I didn’t even know that shit was possible. I came at least half a dozen times.

  He growls against my core causing a quake to start. I can’t believe how well he plays my body, like an instrument he knows by heart. He grip my thighs so they do not close around his head. See how well he knows me already. He knows just how to touch me, lick me and fuck me. I never want to leave this bed. I want him to give me all the orgasms he can. How will I ever function normally again. I will need him.

  “Cum baby.” He says before his clever tongue dives back in. My back arches off the bed as I convulse in a euphoric, orgasm that he seems to manipulate until I am a limp noodle. I can’t move or think without another ripple of pleasure pulsing through me.

  He climbs my body and takes my mouth.

  “See how sweet you are? See why I am addicted to you?” He asks, making me taste myself on his lips. I moan as he settles his hips between my thighs. I open them wider. I feel the flared head of his cock as he slides it between my lips, gathering moisture until I can’t take it anymore.

  “Please, Ty.” I beg. I need his mercy. I will go up in flames if he doesn’t push that monstrous dick inside of me. He stares down at me. Seeing me. He knows how much I need him. He groans as he pushes inside of me.

  “Still so fucking tight. Unbelievable.” He says as he keeps pushing forward. He seats himself fully inside of me and stops moving. He just stares at me intensely. I am so caught up with the look in his eyes that I can’t seem to look away. He is mesmerizing. He is beautiful. How will I ever survive without him when he grows tired of me or cheats and I have to leave him? I am not sure I will survive this one. I look away quickly.

  “Look at me, now.” He says, startling me out of my thoughts and bringing me back to him. I look back at him. He smiles.

  “That’s better. Do not look away or I will spank your pretty little ass.” He growls at me and my pussy tightens around his cock and I drench him in my cream. Fuck now he knows just how fucked up I am.

  “You like that don’t you? You want me to spank you and then punish you with a good hard fucking?” I cum, shouting his name as wave after wave of pleasure crash over me.

  He pulls out of me and turns me on to my stomach. He pulls my ass up in the air and then brings his hand down with a resounding crack. I groan and it quickly turns to a moan as he rubs my clit with his thigh. Slap, he hits the other cheek. Oh god, I feel moisture dribbling down my leg from the pleasure he is giving me. Slap, slap, slap, it continues until he moves his leg and slaps across my lips and I cum again.

  “Fuck. That is hot.” He watches me shiver and shake through me orgasm before he slams back inside of me. My passage throbs out the last of
my orgasm around him. He groans before he starts hammering in and out of me with his cock. It’s punishing and slightly painful and I love it so fucking much. He is the one I have been looking for. The dominant that will see to my pleasure and is kind outside of the bedroom. He is that man. He is generous and kind but not scared to take me in hand.

  “You like that? Me punishing you with my cock?” I fucking love it but I can’t seem to get the words out. He stops. Fuck. I’m so close.

  “Tell me?” He slaps my ass.

  “Yes, I love being punished by your cock.” I tell him and he starts pounding into me again. I explode after the sixth punishing stroke. I swear I see stars as I scream his name. He groans as he fills me with the warmth of his seed. Shit… we never talked about birth control. It’s like having a bucket of ice cold water dumped over your head. I fall forward, disengaging our bodies.

  “What’s the matter? Did I hurt you?” His concern cools some of my annoyance but honestly only a little.

  “How many times have you cum inside of me and didn’t once ask if I was on the pill.” I say as I pull a pillow in front of me so that he looks me in the eyes instead of my boobs. He runs his hands through his hair disheveling it in a sexy just fucked look. God damn him for being sexy.

  “I honestly didn’t think about it or maybe subconsciously I want to knock you up.” He looks down at his cock like it’s to blame.

  “Why would your subconscious want to knock me up?” I ask shrilly.

  “Because you’re the one I want to have children with. I already know that I will be marrying you. The sooner the better. I may as well get started on the family I have planned for us.” He tells me. I groan and cover my face.

  “We haven’t known each other that long. You could find out that I am a raving lunatic and you can’t stand me.” I say and all he does is shake his head.

  “Impossible baby. I am already in love with you. That isn’t something you just turn off. Not for me anyway. I have never been in love before.” He is making my eyes fill with tears. He loves me. I haven’t heard anyone say that they love me in a very long time and it sounds good on his lips. The last person was my father before he died. I look into his eyes and see complete sincerity. I want to believe. I just do not know if I can. My trust has been badly beaten by every guy I ever dated. I know he is different but it’s hard telling my mind what my heart knows.

  I am about to tell him that when I hear glass shattering in the front room. I am thankful that I remembered to grab my gun and bring it in here, sometime after the second or third sexual escapade from last night. I grab it off the night stand and point to the bathroom and sign for him to go in there. He nods his understanding. I grab my phone and call my partner. He answers but I do not say anything. He knows to track my phone and come.

  I hear footsteps getting closer. I look over just as the bathroom door closes and I know now that Ty is safe. It would kill me to lose the man I have been searching for my whole life, just after finding him. Hell no.

  The footsteps are even closer now so I get behind the door. The dumb ass walks through the door and looks around the room. I step out and point my revolver at his head.

  “Move and you will be missing a head.” I tell him. He turns to see me and only then do I realize that I am butt ass naked still. His eyes are bugging out as he looks at me and it disgusts me.

  “I am Agent Richards of the FBI. Why are you breaking and entering?” I see it in his eyes before he has even made the decision.

  “Don’t do it.” I tell him and then he does the very thing that I knew he would. He turns and runs. Fucker knows he is home free if he makes it out of the house because of my lack of clothing. I point my gun and shoot. I hit the target. He falls to the ground as the bullet splinters his kneecap. He will be hobbling for a while but he will live. I keep my gun pointed at him as I make my way over.

  He looks at me over his shoulder and I see him reaching into his jacket. I have to make a decision that could cost a man his life. I decide on the lesser of two evils and aim for his arm. I breathe in and fire. It hits the mark as the gun tumbles out of his hand and clatters to the floor. He starts to reach for it with the other hand.

  “You touch that gun and the next shot will be in the head. You see how good my aim is. Do you want to test me again?” He shakes his head and puts his good arm in the air. Stupid guy really thought he could pull one over on me.

  “Ty.” I yell for him. He comes out and looks toward me. He sees I am okay and he automatically relaxes some. It shows me that he really does care.

  “Come over and kick the gun away from him.” He does as I ask and then looks at me for direction.

  “Check his pockets for weapons.” He finds a pocket knife and a set of keys.

  “Where’s my wife?” He asks as he stares at Tyson and I feel my heart miss a beat. Please do not tell me he was having an affair with a married woman. Of course he was because I only find assholes.

  “I don’t know who your wife is.” He tells him. Great does he have so many he can’t keep track.

  “Annabella, she was your patient and you talked her in to pressing charges against me and now I can’t find her.” I blink rapidly. Shit. I am so jaded that I jumped to the worst conclusion. What does that say about me? Maybe it’s time for some counseling. I do not want to ruin the only good thing I have going in my life.

  “When I help a battered woman, all I do is give her information to a friend of mine who used to be in the military. He and the people he works with helps her disappear. I may never hear from them again. The only ones who are still in town are the ones that their husbands went away for attempted murder. Annabella was one who disappeared. I wouldn’t have been any use to you.” He tells the idiot. My god my man is a really good guy. I am glad I have given him a chance and I do not want to ever doubt him again. I feel horrible that I thought he was sleeping with a married woman. He helps battered women get help.

  “Liar. I never hit her.” The man said and he tried to swing at Ty. I kicked out, knocking the suspect to the ground face down. No way in hell was I going to let him touch Ty.

  “Ty, can you grab the flex cuffs from my purse by the door?” He jumps up and heads toward the front door and grabs my purse. He opens it and smiles as he pulls the plastic circle out.

  “Why were they in your purse for our date?” He asks with his eyebrow raised in question. I roll my eyes.

  “I always have some on me. You never know when they are needed.” I say with a smirk.

  “I think I might need some for later.” His brows wiggle and I can’t help but laugh. I kneel beside the suspect and pull the loop over his hands and tighten them.

  “Now, I can ask the doctor here to stop your bleeding but last time he was close you tried to hit him I am not feeling secure with him getting close.” I tell him as I lean in and look at his arm.

  “I won’t try it again. I promise.” He swears as he looks up pleadingly at Ty. Ty runs back into his room and comes back a moment later with a leather bag that reminds me of the old kits that doctors would carry when making a house visit. He kneels down next to our suspect and begins to work on him. I stare down at him in awe. He is very talented. His hands are stead and they know what they are doing. I am more and more impressed with him as I get to know him.

  When he is cleaned up and bandaged I lower my gun and pull out my phone. The door opens and in walks my partner and he sees that I’m not dressed and looks away.

  “Go get some clothes on. I will call for an ambulance.” I give him a tired smile as I go to the spare room where I put a change of clothes because I had planned to stay there last night, originally. I put them on quickly and then walk back in to the other room just as Ty comes out of his room fully dressed. He walks over and takes my hand in his.

  “I need you to tell me about his wife and what led you to get involved.” I ask him. He nods and leads me over to a love seat and instead of having me sit beside him, he pulls me into his lap. I have one o
f my few girly responses and melt into his embrace. I usually pride myself on being the strong woman who doesn’t need a man and a week ago this would have gotten him a punch to the face but now I know he will let me lead when it comes to what I know best. He will dominate me in the bedroom and consider me his equal outside of it.

  “She came to me the first time when she was two months pregnant. I immediately notices bruising around her neck and back. I asked her about it and she blatantly lied. I knew it was a lie and I made a note of it in her patient log.

  “She came back to me a month later because she was bleeding. I realized she had miscarried the child and noticed a boot shaped bruise on her stomach. I told her that there could be no other explanation for this and that if she lied to me again that I would call the police. She was so sad about losing the baby that she told me exactly what happened.” He takes a deep breath and then glares at the man on the ground.

  “She fucking lied.” He shouts. Jake kneels on his back causing the man to cry out.

  “Quiet or I will get you for obstructing justice as well as murder.” Jake tells the man who is now crying softly. He knows he will be going away for a long time.

  “Please continue.” I tell Ty.

  “She told me that he used the baby as a way to make her behave. He would tell her that if she didn’t comply that he would kick her in the stomach. One night he brought his boss home and asked her to give the man a blow job so that he could get a pay raise. She refused and after the boss left he walked into their room and jumped on the bed and stomped on her stomach.” He growled the last bit at the suspect. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for this woman. I always wanted children. I couldn’t imagine ever having someone I love treat me that way.

  “I called my friend who was in the military and now he works for someone who helps relocate battered women. I knew he would help her. I gave her a chemical DNC and waited for him to show up. I promised that she would have a new life and never have to worry about this bastard again. I have helped several other women. I knew she was in good hands. I mean it when I say that I don’t know where she lives.” I nod my understanding. I look over at the man who killed his child so that his wife would obey him. He is a monster.