Make him a single dad al.., p.35
Make Him: A Single Dad/Alpha Dom Romance, page 35
“Luca!” I crack. I come. I stare into his eyes while I shatter, gushing over his hand. He breaks my dam, and he’s just getting started.
“Taste,” he demands. “Taste how you’re my only whore.” Pressing his dripping fingers into my mouth, he makes me moan; he makes me thirst for my watery cum. I suck it off his fingers while his other hand unfastens his belt. With a furious tug, he snaps it free, tossing it on the chair before he drags his zipper down.
But no, I’ve waited too long. He’s teased me too much. I pull back from his tangy fingers in my mouth. “Take it all off,” I insist. “Fuck me as bare as I am for you.”
My commands make him smirk, and I trust that on many nights to come, I’ll love it when he punishes me for it. But now?
He strips naked while he glowers, almost scolding me, “Are you really bare? Or are you still on birth control? Have you been bad? Did you give my pussy to some little fuckboy who doesn’t deserve it?”
“Yes and no.” I make his eyes narrow, his nostrils flare. I love taunting him, too. “Yes, I’m still on the pill. And no, I don’t fuck boys. I’ve been waiting to please my man, my Master.”
The pure dark lechery and bright light in his eyes—it’s all Luca. All Dom and Dad and the man I love, how he loves those words from my mouth.
He towers nude by my hospital bed. Smooth bronze skin. Heaving pecs. Hard nipples. Carved flexing abs. Trimmed black pubic hair framing his thick, veined cock, jutting out, demanding and hard.
We don’t care who enters the room because they’re not here. Only we are.
I’m soaked for him.
Caressing his hand up my thigh, he vows, “I’m going to fuck you, my belle. I’m going to fuck your mouth, your pussy, your ass, your mind. I’m going to fuck every inch of you in front of our friends, too, just as you desire. They’ll watch how I own you. How much I love you. Zar, too. I won’t hide it anymore. I’m proud that you’re mine. That this pussy is mine.”
Savagely, he spreads my lips wide open, relishing how my clit thrills at his raw exposure, savoring how my vulnerable cunt drips for him.
“And then,” he swears, “after months of using you, after I play with my whore however I want, making this pussy come so many times, I’ll make you my wife, and you’ll stop taking the pill. I’m going to breed you and mount this sweet pussy so many times a day until you have our baby.” He smiles. “Or four.”
Softly, I giggle.
He makes it sound so crude and cute. “Promise?” I ask him.
His smile slides into a smirk, leaning over to bite the inside of my thighs. I gasp while he vows, “It’s already done,” before his warm tongue finally, slowly, lusciously laves over my tender clit again.
I moan, “Oh my god, Luca, yes.”
“Watch me,” he demands, hunched over me. “Watch me eat your pussy. Watch me make you come on my tongue. Squirt your cum in my mouth, my whore, then I’ll fuck you. I’m too hungry for you. I need to make your cunt dripping wet for me so my cock can rip you open to satisfy it.”
With a vengeance, his mouth plunges, feeding on me, dragging groans up my throat. His tongue licks. His lips suck. Luca spreads my thighs, holding them open, pushing them back to my chest. I’m shamelessly splayed open for him to devour, from my ass to my cunt to my clit; he doesn’t stop growling into the meal of my arousal, greedily lapping up sweet slurps of my desire.
But he tortures me, too.
He doesn’t put his fingers inside me. He fucks me with his mouth, and it’s not enough, and he knows it. It’s excruciating ecstasy while he stares at me with lewd love in his eyes, furiously flicking my clit with his tongue for me to lift my head and watch, to relish the pleasure he gives. He tightens my core. He clenches my walls. He bites my delicate clit, and I buck. I come. I cry out for him, “Luca, please!” I’m pulsing. I’m shaking. I’m aching for him in starved voids only he can fill.
And finally…
Luca returns to me.
He climbs on top, like he did our first time, pushing my thighs open with his knees. His cock is so swollen. It’s hard and angry. I bite my lip, knowing how he destroys you with pain and pleasure, his wide crown pressing, stretching, urging into my entrance. Desire and greed fill his eyes, peering down at me, but still, he cares. “Watch your arm, my belle. Tell me if it hurts.”
Luca doesn’t get it.
How he’s tyrannical and tender. How he’s everything I want to suffer and savor. I know love brings pain, too, and I’ll take it all with him. So I lift my arms, proving my strength. I’m tough.
“Make it hurt, Luca,” I insist, grabbing his back with both hands, my fingernails sinking into his tight, satin flesh. “Fuck me, and never stop. Make us hurt until we’re healed.”
Drawing in a savage breath, he locks his glare to mine, and I’ll never look away. He’s too beautiful, too brutal as he thrusts, not yielding to my resistance because I have none.
“Fuuckkk,” he grunts, driving all the way inside me, exploding my breath away, my ache gone.
“Yes, Luca,” I cry out.
“Fuuckkk, Belle,” he grunts again, thrusting in and out, staring into my eyes, driving into my center like he can’t believe it. I can’t either. Luca burns. He stretches. He fills. He hurts so damn good, I groan, fighting back the tears.
“Fuck, Belle,” he groans, too. “Fuck, you’re so swollen for me. So wet and mine and so fucking tight. Clench for me,” he growls. “Yes. That’s it. Clamp this hungry pussy around my cock.”
I wrap my legs around his flexing ass. I use my strength and hold him so tight against me, letting him deep inside, my fingernails marking his back, too.
“Fuck, yes, you feel good.” His lips praise. They kiss and brush and huff over mine. He won’t stop. “Fuck, I missed you. I missed your kiss. Your taste. Your pussy. Damn, Scarlett, how you take me. All of me.”
It’s more than his cock I have. It’s his heart. His love. His life. I see it in his eyes. They shine, facets of light and dark claiming me.
Yes, he’s mine, and I’m his.
Our bodies match. We writhe. We rise. We move together. He braces himself above me just enough so we can feel it. So we can watch it, too.
For minutes and forever, Luca moves inside me. “Scarlett,” he keeps sighing. He keeps kissing my lips. “My belle.” He’s not fucking me like he did our first night. Our only night, he swore it then.
No, he’s claiming me now for all time because that’s what we have. Forever, I’ll be with him.
Our grunts and groans fill the room. The bed squeaks and strains with our shameless search because we don’t care. We need to find this together. We’ve waited too long. We need this too much.
Rising on his knees, he pulls out, gazing down at where our bodies join. “Oh, my sweet whore,” he praises. “I’m making you cream on my hard cock.” He boasts, rubbing his thumb over my clit, “Look at you. Look at your pretty pink pussy gaping open from my thick cock inside you. You’re a hungry little whore for me, aren’t you? You want all the dirty fucking things I’m going to do to you, all the ways I’ll play with you.” He spanks my clit. “Beg for my cum and punishment.”
“Luca.” I will. I am. I lift my hips. I’m going to come again. He knows my body. He knows my breath. He knows how to control my orgasm. He’s about to thrust inside me and make me do it, but the door swings open.
We whip our stare to the nurse, who is clearly not as pleased as me.
“Y’all, stop this mess right now,” she snaps. “The whole floor can hear you two. Don’t make me call security!”
I try to snap my legs closed, but Luca suddenly smirks, looking so erotic and evil that God would sin for him, too. Hooking his arms under my thighs, he yanks me lower, holding me open while he starts hammering his cock inside me, taunting the nurse.
“Call security right now,” he commands, slapping his hips against my thighs. “I want all of them to watch me fuck the hell out of my future wife because she’s mine and they’ll never stop me. Hear how wet I make her sweet pussy? Look at her taking my big cock. See her cream on it? She’s too damn tight, too damn perfect for my cock not to fuck forever.” Viciously, he goes faster, harder, making my tits bounce. I can’t believe it. It feels so good. We’re so wrong and right. “She’s such a beautiful whore for me. Isn’t she? Such a dirty slut for my cock. Letting you watch me fuck her. Look at her,” he growls. “Watch. Don’t you agree?”
I moan.
I love this.
I love him.
“Ma’am?” The nurse is flustered. Angry and worried. A little amused and aroused, too. I glance at her and can tell. No one can watch a bronze, hard, naked Luca fuck like a demonic God and not want to sell their soul for his ruthless cock. “Are you okay?” she asks. She’s doing her job.
“Fuck, yes, I am,” I pant, grabbing Luca’s flexing pecs. “I’ll even marry him if he makes me come right now.”
Luca turns his smirk from her to me, his hips not stopping, his cut ass flexing for her to admire, I’m sure.
“Well, I never,” the nurse huffs.
“Well, you should.” Luca smiles down at me. “Fucking this pussy cures everything.”
She storms out of the room, and I almost want to laugh, but Luca falls over me, burying his cock so deep inside that I gasp before I groan. He finds that sensitive spot high in my core, rubbing my tender cervix like only he can.
Only Luca reaches me.
Only Luca does this to me.
Only he’s allowed this deep inside my body, in my heart, too. I lose my mind. I lose everything to Luca when he’s here with me.
“Say it, Scarlett.” I want to thrash, but his pleasure pins me down, the stimulation in my core maddening. I can’t escape it, and I don’t want to. His hips relentlessly grind harder, his mass pressing in. He fists my hair, so I scratch his back. He’s going to take my whole body. My whole life. “Say you’ll marry me so you can come.”
He tilts his hips, and his swollen tip rubs my cervix even more, erasing my mind. I scratch deeper, hanging on. “Say it, my sweet whore.” His breath rasps, his back muscles clenched in my grasp, tensing for release, too. Luca blazes like white heat deep inside me, coiling our bodies so tight, my pussy burning to release. “Say it,” he groans. “Say you’ll be my wife so I can come inside you.”
He grinds on my clit, hitting that spot inside me, too, and I ignite. “Yes, Luca, yes.” I combust. I brighten. I let the pleasure flames roar, scorching through my body. Luca makes me come so hard the spasms scald, and I cry out. I love it. I love him. My muscles, my bones, everything turns to ash. My eyes, too. He watches me burn for him, and he does, too.
“Ma flamme,” he groans, stilling his cock deep inside me. His body locks, his spine braced. He can’t stop it either. He stares at me, love consuming his eyes, the release straining the sinews in his neck.
“Luca, do it. Let go. Fill me with your cum,” I beg him. I make him. For so long, he’s held back, and now he explodes.
He roars, throwing his chin up and coming so hard his cock jumps inside me. It shakes his thighs, his lips, too. “Scarlett! Fuck!” He starts thrusting again, chasing it, reveling in it, loving it, loving me. “God, Belle,” he marvels, not stopping, still fucking me. “Fuck, yes, Belle. Make me. Keep making me come inside you.” He lets it all go, pumping his hips until his warm cum spills from me, until he barely softens and finally collapses into our kiss.
We find our breath here for moments before he presses his forehead to mine. Tears well in my eyes, and they gloss his, too, but he smiles. “I heard a ‘yes.’”
“No.” I smile. “You heard wrong. You heard a ‘yes, Luca, yes.’”
“So you’ll marry me twice?” He kisses me. “Once in Charleston.” And kisses me again. “Once in Paris.” And again. “Then we’ll honeymoon in Mykonos, then Bali.” And again. “I promise to fuck you all over the world.”
I linger my fingers down his back, loving the welts I’ve left behind that he’ll love, too. The pain in my right arm returns, but I don’t care. “Is that your big plan for us?”
“It’s my big dream for us,” he answers. “I never had a wedding, and now I’m going to give my beautiful bride the biggest one. Twice. Gia will love it, too.”
“They’re in there, Officer!”
Our eyes get wide. The angry nurse is outside my door. Apparently, she did call security, but sorry, folks, the hot show is over.
“They’re carrying on like shameless heathens.” The nurse doesn’t sound too mad about it. “We can all hear them!”
I laugh, still feeling Luca inside me. “We are SO in trouble.”
“No, my belle.” Tenderly, he kisses me. “We are SO in love.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
LUCA
“Hmmm,” I study Scarlett’s face, “your nose needs to be browner.”
She laughs. “Said no one about me, ever.”
“Baba.” Gia brushes my hand, holding a makeup sponge, away from Scarlett’s face. “Bears have black noses, not brown. Look.” She points to my phone beside her on the kitchen island.
“She’s right.” Scarlett glances at the YouTube makeup tutorial paused on the screen. “We all need black bear noses.”
“Can you make my hair like that?” Gia asks Scarlett.
The model has it pulled into cute hair puffs, mimicking ears. “Sure!” Scarlett declares. “We’ll all do our hair like that.”
I nudge her foot. “My hair’s not long enough.”
She winks back. “Think again, Papa Bear.”
Scarlett sits on the barstool beside me, knee brushing knee, while Gia sits on the counter before us, leading the transformations. But we have to help her. If not, we really will look like we’ve been brown-nosing.
The front door beeps, and I grin, rolling my eyes. “Here comes trouble,” I warn Scarlett. “Watch, we’ll never live this down. You’ll find honey jars on your desk from here until eternity.”
“Zar!” Gia jumps down and runs for him.
Stepping into the kitchen seconds later with Gia on his arm, the look on his face defines a “shit-eating grin.”
“Well, my, my, my,” Zar drawls. “What do we have here?”
He’s too damn happy at the sight of me and Scarlett, looking like Goldilocks’s adult playthings.
“We’re taking a picture,” Gia plays with Zar’s whiskers, “to tell everyone that Baba and Scarlett are getting married. That Scarlett’s gonna be my mama bear forever.”
She’s been so excited since Christmas Eve when we took her to Build-A-Bear and gave her the exciting news—we’re getting married this summer. Twice.
Zar plops down on the other stool beside me with Gia on his lap. “Looks to be some kind of picture.” He teases, “Like Smokey The Bear’s in for some fiery role play.”
I kick his foot, and he laughs because Gia’s too young to catch the dirty reference.
Of course, Zar knows about the wedding. He was the first person we told. We called him from the hospital.
So, after Gia was fast asleep on Christmas night and Celine was home to watch her, the three of us snuck down to the suite to celebrate.
It was more like a reboot because Scarlett and I have no boundaries now, but Zar has new ones.
He still wants me as his Dom. He still comes for my whip. Zar still craves the taste of me on Scarlett, but I’ll never let him fuck her, and that feels right to us. Scarlett understands. Sharing her with him in that way drags us into our painful past.
And we’re moving forward.
I feel free.
I am free.
I’ve hit the jackpot of love and lust with Scarlett. She’s everything I need, and I want to give Zar what he needs, too—sex with him. Lately, I get aroused by the idea of finally fucking him. Zar does, too. Scarlett said she’d love it. The three of us talked about it, but Zar wants to wait.
He’s met another man. He doesn’t know how they’ll work yet, and we understand. He’ll always be welcome with us.
We’ll always love him.
And Gia certainly will.
No, Zar isn’t her father, but he’s her family. Our family. He loved her mother, too, and she’s the daughter he may never have. She sure has him wrapped around her little finger.
“But Gia, remember.” I use the voice she’s back to obeying. “We’re not sharing our picture or our family secret yet. Scarlett needs to tell her boss, Ms Charlie, that she’s not working anymore.”
“I remember,” Gia chirps, hopping down from Zar’s lap. “Can I have some Kourambiethes?”
She’s seeking the cookies by the stove. They’re vanilla and covered in powdered sugar; she can’t resist.
I nod yes, as Scarlett corrects, “Oh, I’ll be working, just not for HGR anymore.”
“Yeah,” Zar taunts, “we’ll keep the new Chief of Security for The Mercier Hotels very busy. She’ll need fancy gold handcuffs.”
But she elbows me?
Fine. I’m guilty. I thought it, too. We’re three peas in a kinky pod.
“Just know, I’m not dressing like a French secretary anymore,” Scarlett warns. “For my new job, think French assassin.”
Scarlett points at herself, and once again, I admire the bandage on her right arm and the ring I put on her left hand. It’s a rare pale blue diamond. Finding one that size is not easy, but when you know the CEO of Harry Winston Jewelry, you get it sent by a special secured courier the next day.
I wanted to propose to her formally, but I had no patience.
We’ve waited long enough.
So I had Celine keep Gia busy Christmas morning, making chocolate madeleines while I proposed to Scarlett in the shower.
Don’t judge.
It was the only privacy I could trust for an hour, and she looked too beautiful. The water hid our tears while I swore to love her, to live on bended knee for her. I slid the two-carat diamond on her ring finger and stayed there, on my knees, proving how much I’m devoted to her, to her pleasure, too.
