Apt [Running to Love 6] (Siren Publishing Classic) (11 page)

“C’mon, woman. In case you hadn’t noticed, Dave would like some time alone with your future sister-in-law.” Jackie pulled away and came to hug her again before letting her husband tug her along. She whistled for Beau, who hesitated before getting to his feet, one eye on the cats, clearly torn.

“Beau! You can come visit later.” The dog trotted to Jackie and followed her and Alistair. Fiona watched them go.
Welcome to the family.
It had a nice ring to it.

Dave walked in, drying his hands on a paper towel. “The crow found a nice Dumpster down the alley, sweetheart. With our luck he’ll hang around and adopt the Club or something and crap on our doorstep.” He smiled. “And I’ve never seen Beau back down from anything or anyone before. It must have been the tag team. At least there weren’t any foxes or raccoons involved this time.”

He closed and locked the door. “Protocol, Fiona.”

She hurriedly pulled the tie loose on the robe and let it slip to the floor and pool around her feet, fully aware of how the dark crimson fabric contrasted with her coloring. Dave’s eyes flared, and he was on her. She was over his shoulder and admiring the fit of his silk boxers on the short walk to the bedroom. He put her on her belly over a pillow, and she heard the tearing of foil and then the snap of a bottle of lube. He eased the plug out, and she felt empty, even as the lube cooled her bottom hole. Her pussy was soaked in anticipation.

“Honey, you tell me if you can’t do this, but I can’t wait.” Dave sounded tense, his voice strained. She felt him press against her anus and relaxed, pushing back to accommodate his entry, and the head of his cock popped through her anal ring. God, it felt huge, and the sparkle of pain nearly outweighed the promise of better things to come. He knew she was struggling, for he halted his progress and waited for her to adjust. Then he pushed steadily deeper, fighting for purchase, dragging against sensitive nerve endings rich with blood, and Fiona heard herself moan like someone possessed. Or being impaled by a long, fat cock. Dave seated himself, his sac brushing against her pussy lips, and her sex swelled further with arousal. She involuntarily clenched and reveled in how he groaned above her before the heat of his chest blanketed her back and he set his teeth in the curve of her shoulder.

“You’re like a hot liquid vise around my cock, Fiona. Are you okay?”

“Do it! Please, Dave. I’m on the edge of something.” Fiona could hardly believe that was her voice, raspy and low, so strained and needy.

He pulled back, and the drag of him in reverse made her whimper and beg, little incoherent noises that seemed to spur him on because he shoved back inside. Out, nearly all the way out and then back, deep inside of her. With every pass she ached and longed for what hovered just out of reach. Her breasts felt heavy, and her nipples tingled as they rubbed against the sheet. She let her need slip out in urgent whimpers and moans from her throat to mingle with the slaps of his body against hers.

“Get yourself off, sweetheart. Now.”

Fiona blindly reached to the apex of her thighs, and her fingertips met her throbbing engorged clit. She rubbed it hard and fractured. Her breath stuttered in her chest, and her pussy and anus clenched as one. Dave bellowed her name and shuddered with his release. His weight crushed her for an instant, driving the last bit of ecstasy throughout her trembling form before he pulled out and away, dropping to her side. The drift of his fingers down her arm and then over her damp back made her shiver.

“Love you, sweetheart.”

“I know.” She managed to roll off the pillow into him, and he gathered her to him, kissing her hair. They rested for a while and then Dave took her with him from the bed, gaining his feet easily with his impressive strength, and carried her into the bathroom. They washed one another with care in the shower and then she rested her head against his shoulder, drinking in the proximity and shelter of his big body. He dropped his chin on her streaming hair and stood in silence with her, holding her close until the water cooled.

“Lots more where that came from.” Typical man. Her Dom. Fiona let him swaddle her in an enormous bath sheet and contented herself with an inward smile. She had what she wanted.

THE END

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Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks, too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.

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