BWWM: BEFORE I WAKE: A Bad Boy Billionaire Book Collection (African American Interracial Series) (371 page)

“Hmm.. what’s mine is yours lass,” he said between kisses. His hands were slowly making their way up from my stomach to my breasts. He settled one over each breast and I leaned back into him and moaned as he began to massage them through my blouse.

“Mmm…”

He put his warm, sexy mouth to my ear. “You like that beautiful?”

“Oh yeah…”

“I want you, Stella,” he flexed his hips into my backside and I felt the hard evidence of his desire.

“I want you too.”

He gave my breasts one last squeeze and spun me around to face him.  “I want you right here, right now.” I looked around nervous. It looked isolated, but there was that other couple on the trail behind us...

“Come on baby, let’s live a little,” he said with a grin. I felt  a pain in my stomach. It reminded me of something Wayne had been telling me about my life for so long. I’d been so angry with him for overdoing everything that I hadn’t stopped to consider he might be just a little bit right.

I stepped deeper into the woods as I shot a seductive glance over my shoulder. I faced forward and stepped through a thicket to find a soft patch of grass
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Perfect
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I heard Aaron behind me and I circled to face him. His sexy eyes widened as I pulled my blouse freely off over my head. I began to unbutton my jeans as he watched in awe, his eyes full of appreciation.

“Are you going to join me lad?”

I don’t think he’d expected me to agree to this. His mouth dipped open, in shock. It took him until I had my jeans all the way down to my knees to suddenly realize I was dead serious. He started stripping off his own clothes and when we were both completely nude he pulled me against his big body and kissed me breathlessly before laying me down.

I couldn’t resist teasing him once more.

“You don’t think there are any spiders or snakes around here, do you?” He knew I was teasing him. He narrowed his eyes at me and threw me a brave look. The threat of the spiders and snakes were soon forgotten as our naked bodies pressed together and our limbs intertwined. His mouth covered mine and we kissed as he caressed my body with his big hands, running them across my breasts and teasing my hard nipples with his palms. I moaned in encouragement and he began using his fingers then, twisting and pulling.

“Yes, baby…but maybe we should skip the foreplay in case someone shows up.” I glanced around his big shoulder.

He laughed. “I thought you were “living a little.”

“Baby steps,” I told him with a smile.

He grinned and ignored me, dropping his hand between my legs as he traced the outer lips of my pussy with his expert fingers. I was already soaking wet. He put the other hand back on my breasts…obviously unconcerned about how much time we may or may not have. He began to twist and pull my tender flesh, provoking a wave of excitement across my exposed flesh.

He brought his wet mouth down one me and as he sucked one bud into his mouth, he let a thick finger slide up inside of my pussy, causing me to gasp out loud. I bucked my hips up off the ground and cried out as he began to move it in and out.

“Oh Jesus Aaron, that feels so good, baby!”  

He mumbled something unintelligible around the flesh of my breast that was still in his mouth and then he let a second finger slip up inside of me. I arched up and pressed my head back into the grass, rocking my hips as he used his fingers to pleasure me, thrusting them in and out of my wet tunnel, gently scraping against the smooth walls.

As if that wasn’t enough sweet torture, he moved his thumb up and covered my clit, pressing into it and moving it in slow, sexy circles while his fingers continued to play inside of me. I felt like my head was going to explode and my orgasm raced towards climax at the speed of a locomotive.

When he felt the walls of my pussy clench down against his fingers…he pulled them out. I whimpered out his name and he caught my sound by covering my mouth with his. He pushed his tongue deep into my mouth and I heard a groan rumble up from his chest. I had to have him…now.

I wrapped my arms tightly around him as we kissed and shifted my body underneath him so his throbbing erection was lined up with my opening. I reached down and grabbed his cock in my hand, reveling in the smooth hard feel of it. He let out a sound that was a cross between a growl and a cry as I moved it up and down against my wet folds. I had him soaked with my juices as I began to slide my hand up and down from base to tip; stroking him slowly, gripping him firmly and making him shake and shudder.

“Fuckuhhh…You’re killing me!”

I smiled and tightened my hand around him. He gasped and took one of my nipples back between his fingers, pinching and rolling it and then moving over and doing the same to the other.

“Naughty girl…” He was breathless and his dark voice was even sexier. “I’m afraid I’m going to come in your hand.”

I smiled with my eyes closed and as he moved his hips against me, I slid the head of his hard cock back and forth against my swollen clit sending waves of delight coursing through my body.  

“Aaron…?”

“Aye lass?”

“Will you put your tongue inside of me?”

He chuckled darkly “Why you asked so sweetly. How could I refuse? Besides…I’d love nothing more.” He put his lips against my throat and let them glide down to my breasts and across my belly until he reached the top of my mound. He ran his tongue and lips back and forth across it, making me squirm.

I lifted my hips up off the grass and without warning he buried his face in me. I cried out loud as he sucked my clit in between his lips. He was making me writhe all over the grass as he used his tongue to delve in and out between my lips. I was shaking all over and I felt like I was losing my mind already when he let his fingers join his tongue. The feelings were so intense it was almost too much. I felt like I couldn’t take any more and yet I knew that I didn’t want him to stop. He returned his attention back to my clit, flicking it back and forth with his tongue while moving his fingers inside of me.

“Fuck! Aaron! Just like that!”

He didn’t stop as my body tensed and once again my pussy clenched down around his fingers as my orgasm took hold. This time he worked me through it as the waves began to wash over me again and again. Jesus, that was good! I finally stopped coming and fell back into the grass. I was still whimpering and squirming and he paused until I finally stilled before slowly slipping his fingers out of me. I was quivering all over as he moved back up to my face and kissed my lips. I strangely loved the taste of myself on his lips.

While he was kissing me, he lined himself up with me once more, this time sliding into me, slowly…but completely. I groaned into him as he filled me up and brought my hips up off the ground to buck into him as he pulled back. I needed it hard and fast now and it didn’t take him long to figure that out. He lifted my legs, one at a time, and put them on his broad shoulders, increasing the angle. He held onto my hips and I reached up and stroked my fingers across his taut chest and tattoo as he began to drive his cock into me again and again.

The sound of his balls slapping against me echoed off the trees and it wasn’t long before another massive orgasm tore through me at the same time his body began to tense and he cried out loud enough to scare any spiders or snakes that might be slithering around. He rocked his hips against me a few times and then he collapsed down into the grass alongside of me.

“Stella, Stella… Where did you come from?”

I laughed. “The desert,” I said.

He pulled me into his chest, crushing me into him and kissed the side of my face. “I love the desert then,” he said.

I laughed and peered down at his flower tattoo. I traced the lines and looked at him curiously.

“Scotland’s national flower.”

“A thistle?”

“Even though it’s a weed, it’s one of the most resilient plants in our legends. Humble but a tough rebel.”

“Like you.”

He only pulled me in closer and once again moved his lips against the side of my face.

“And you too, lass.”

THE END

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The McShannons

The Complete Series

His Desire | His Love | His Passion

Copyright © 2016  All rights reserved.

CHAPTER 1

KENYA

              I stand next to the dessert table, sipping Dom Pérignon out of a Swarovski flute. It’s so delicate I’m afraid to put too much pressure on it with my fingers for fear it might shatter. I watched the guests in the beautifully appointed ballroom dancing or chatting underneath crystal chandeliers and I couldn’t let myself at least wonder how the money spent on one of these formal events could go far in feeding the homeless and hungry within the city’s borders.

              I glanced to my right where a table full of delicacies sat against the wall. It and six others held any type of delicacy one could think of, and even things that I myself never dreamt of before I became a part of the social elite. The guests had their fill of the exquisite buffet and moved on to dance on the glossy ballroom floor underneath the ornate crystal chandeliers.

              Although I am part of this world now…a part that I worked for and believed with all my heart I deserved, I couldn’t help but think of all the people who were going hungry tonight while we celebrate ourselves in excess. As my light brown eyes touch on the designer gowns and suits that fill the beautifully appointed ballroom in the largest and swankiest mansion in the city, I realize that thoughts like that are likely what sets me apart from most of these people. That, and I didn’t come from money…I simply earned it.

              I sat down the delicate glass and smoothed my delicate plum dress down with one gloved hand as I repositioned the ornate mask I wore across my eyes with the other. Tonight’s event was a masquerade ball. It was being held to raise money for childhood cancer. It’s a noble cause and I applaud the people who host an event of this magnitude…yet again I couldn’t help but wonder if each of these people were to give only one percent of their net wealth to the cause, if perhaps we could stamp it out altogether.

              Maybe my mind was only working overtime tonight. The past few weeks had been a veritable tsunami of filings and motions and counter motions and depositions… This coming week would see the close of the biggest trial of my life to date…one of the biggest that Boston had ever seen.

              The McShannons were the cornerstone of Boston’s organized crime underworld and had been so for decades. The city spent years and millions to bring the elder McShannon to trial. Now that he was there, it was up to me to make sure that he was convicted and put away for the rest of his natural life. No pressure there.

I suddenly felt like I could hardly breathe. I made my way to the French doors in the back of the room and slipped outside. I found myself in a beautiful garden with a labyrinth of paths that wound through verdant green plants and flowers blooming in vivid color.

              I went forward along one of the paths, now breathing in the sweet perfume of the flowers that lingered in the air. I stopped next to a decorative bench and looked up at the sky.

              When I’d arrived earlier this evening while the sunlight was still trying to linger, the sky had been streaked with breathtaking lines of salmon and purple. Since I’d been inside, it had transformed into a vast expanse of black. The only source of light came from the windows of the grand mansion and the small canopy of luminous stars that had begun to materialize against the ocean of darkness. I sigh, grateful to have a moment to myself.

              I was caught up in my admiration of the sky when I heard his voice. It was quite possibly the richest, silkiest baritone I’d ever heard. I was so caught up in the tenor of it alone that I didn’t catch the words.

              I turned around and I came face to chest with a god. The chest I was staring at was broad and the finely tailored silk shirt underneath the open jacket of his expensive suit hugged every hard line and bulge. His shoulders were just as broad and when I tipped my head back to look up at his face I saw hair that was midnight black and dark brown eyes framed by long, thick lashes looking out at me from behind his glittering silk mask. His skin was lightly tanned and even underneath the mask I could tell that his cheekbones were prominent. His lips were sensuous for a man and his gorgeous face ended in a well-defined chin.

              I sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly.  My mouth was dry and it was hard to speak.

“Excuse me? I’m sorry but I didn’t hear what you said.”

“I said it’s beautiful, isn’t it?” A smile tugged at the corner of his sinful mouth.

              “Oh! Yes. It’s all so pretty that it’s a little bit overwhelming.”

What was overwhelming was having this man in my space. My brain wanted me to take a step back, but my body refused to move. I was suddenly at war with myself over a stranger…but what a stranger he was. I could feel my breath quicken as something began to unfurl and flutter inside my chest.

              “Are you enjoying the party?”

              “Yes, it’s very nice.”

              He smiled. The smile was as beautiful as the rest of him.

              “Then why are you out here all alone?”

              I smiled back, his was contagious. “I just needed some air,” I told him.

              “Do you like the flowers?” He nodded to the blooms.

              “Yes, I love them. It smells so good out here.”

              “Which ones are your favorites?”

              “The orange and white hybrid roses.” I’d just been admiring them. The orange was so bright and fiery that against the white petals they stood out even in the dark.

              He reached out and plucked one and then as he leaned his head down close to my ear he tucked the flower behind it. He touched me but surprisingly I didn’t take a step back. Did I need a distraction so badly that I was going to let this happen?

              I could feel the heat of his breath as he said, “The garden doesn’t look as beautiful as usual tonight…do you want to know why?”

              I swallowed again, trying to force the lump in my throat down so it wasn’t so hard to speak. “Why?”

              “You’re a thousand times more beautiful.”

              I hate to admit it, but his words sent a tingle through my entire body. I have no idea what I was going to say but before I could speak his arms were surrounding my waist.

              He locked them at my lower back and that forced my hands that were trapped between us, up against his hard chest. I could feel the heat from his skin through his shirt and it ignited a fire in my palms that shot down my spine and awakened every one of my senses. The rise and fall of his chest and the rhythmic beating of his heart were magnified inside of my head. My breasts were pressed up against his rib cage and the friction was causing me to shiver in his arms.

              “Who are you?”

              He didn’t answer me with words. Instead he slid his hands up the open back of my dress and trailed his long fingers across my skin.

Goosebumps began skating across the flesh he came in contact with. I felt light-headed…dizzy. I pushed my hands against his chest so that I could look up at his face. He looked down at me as he slid those magic hands upwards and rested them on either side of my neck. He let his thumbs reach up and rub my jaw with slow, sensuous swipes as his smile disappeared and his eyes fell to my lips and neck. This man was going to kiss me.  The real question was am I actually going to just stand here and let him?

              “I want you,” he breathed out. Oh God…I felt a rush of moisture between my legs. I am attracted to him, there’s no denying that I wanted him too…but why? Who is he?

              He leaned forward and let his lips linger just a breath away from mine. I surprisingly had no intentions of fighting it. I closed my eyes, expecting to feel them crash down on mine…Instead, he used the hold he had on me to tip my chin down and kiss me on my forehead. Surprising. But he wasn’t done.

              He gently ran his nose down my hairline so his mouth once again rested against my ear.

              “You smell so good, beautiful...”

              I never thought it was possible, but I was melting underneath this stranger’s touch. My fingers were flexing against his firm chest and chills raced through my body as heat flooded my system.

He let his hands fist in my hair and he used that hold to tilt my head back. His full lips lightly brushed along mine before they traveled down the side of my face to my neck and then across my bare shoulder. He let that sexy mouth of his linger there, licking my golden skin and nipping at me with his teeth.

              I think I moaned as I pressed my aching breasts into him. I felt him smile against my flesh and then I felt the vibrations of that deep voice.

              “Is that good, baby? You like that?”

              I still couldn’t speak as his lips traveled back to my neck and he began placing open-mouthed kisses across it. Fireworks were exploding in my head and my knees had literally gone so weak that if his strong arms weren’t holding me up, I would have gone down. My brain and my body were still warring, but my body was ahead by a mile. I wanted his lips against mine and the weight of his body pressing me into a set of satin sheets.

              I concentrated on his lips as they covered mine warmly and his tongue slipped into my mouth and began an exploration that left no surface untouched. I heard and felt a low growl rumble from deep inside his chest and then as suddenly as he had appeared in the garden, he removed his lips from mine, turned me towards the bench and gently sat me down. He flashed me one more dazzling smile before disappearing into the night.

              What the hell just happened?