The McGilley Trilogy (37 page)

As much as he was enjoying the soft, responsive body in his arms, it was the memory of a fuller breast, the nipple hidden, that held his attention as well as remembering the feel of another ass under his hand, the skin heating from his swats, Anna’s cries echoing in his office instead of the whimpers coming from Crystal. Frustrated with the image, he let go of the flesh in his hands and mouth, quickly turned her around and bent her over the bench. “Spread your legs,” he rasped harshly as he flipped up her skirt and landed a hard smack on her right cheek.

Feeling desperate and out of control, Donovan continued to slap her ass as he released his cock and struggled with a condom. Without further ado, he grasped her hips and plunged into her pussy, grateful for the wet welcome that made it easier for him to dive right in. He knew Crystal well, or he should say he knew her body well, and she was always easily aroused and up for a good long, hard fucking. Thank God.

Thumbs digging into her reddened buttocks, he rammed into her over and over, holding her hips tightly in a bruising grip, making her accept each deep, hard plunge in stillness. Normally, he liked his partner to move with him, meet him thrust for thrust, but his need was too strong right now for that luxury. As he felt the silken walls of her pussy contract around him, heard her small cries of pleasure rise in ecstasy, he bent over her back, bracing on his arms on either side of her shoulders and held her hips pinned against the bench with his. With jackhammer thrusts, he fucked her hard and deep, their harsh breaths mingling as their bodies slickened with their exertion.

When Crystal cried out in climax, her vagina clamping around his pistoning dick in a tight grip of pleasure, he let go himself, his climax erupting with a speed and force that left him reeling in its aftermath.

After taking a moment to catch his breath, he rose and helped Crystal up, his eyes lingering on the visible red fingerprints he left on her ass. “You okay?” he asked quietly as he looked down into her flushed face.

“More than okay. That was awesome. Relax.” Laying a hand on his rigid arm, she gave him an encouraging squeeze. “We’re good.”

He knew that, he never would have chosen her in the mood he was in if he hadn’t been sure of her acceptance and response. With a nod, he led her to a chair where he sank down tiredly, pulling her down with him. Unfortunately, his mind was on another woman and his worry for what he had committed himself to tomorrow night. Fucking Crystal so hard had just cemented his belief that there was no way he could take a woman with Anna’s background like that.

Anna pulled up in front of Donovan’s house and looked at the sprawling ranch with its abundance of floor to ceiling windows with awe. She knew the McGilley’s had money, most of her horse breeding clients did, but she couldn’t imagine what it would cost to maintain not one house of such magnitude, but three, one for each of them. Sitting there a minute in the waning light of the late afternoon, looking at the lush landscaping and views of their acreage beyond this lot where his home sat, she took a moment to get her roiling anticipation and nerves under control.

After she had come down from her high the day before, her ever present guilt had crept to the forefront of her mind, making her second guess herself all day today. Technically, she was still a married woman and now she could add infidelity to her numerous sins. Her father would roll over in his grave and her mother, if she chose to acknowledge her at all, would look on her with scorn and sorrow. Again. Anna condoned her actions by remembering Todd’s vegetative state and the actions on both their parts that had been responsible for landing him there. The only reason they were still married, at least on paper, was because she wouldn’t be allowed visitation rights if they were divorced. Both her mother and her mother-in-law would see to that. And Anna needed to visit him, needed to spend those few hours one day a month talking to the man who had claimed to love her then turned on her so viciously, needed to ask for his forgiveness for her part in what happened between them, and more importantly, for the desperate act that had put him where he was and would never recover from.

A call to Diane, the only friend she had kept in contact with the past two years, made her feel better. Diane knew everything, especially about the sexual cravings that drew her, and was supportive in a way she would always be grateful for. After an hour long conversation ending with a promise to visit soon, Anna felt better about pushing Donovan into giving her what she wanted and going through with it tonight. All she had to do was remember her climax yesterday, recall how being draped over Donovan’s hard thighs had turned her on, how the sting from his spanking had escalated her pleasure and how she had spent last night dreaming of being with him again, wondering with excitement and a touch of unease what he would do to her tonight.

Taking Diane’s suggestions, she had put on a simple camisole, sans bra, with a pleated, calf length skirt and thong panties. A light sweater didn’t prevent her nipples from puckering as she got out of her truck and the cool air hit her. Walking up the stone path, she knocked on his door, telling herself she was more than ready for whatever he had planned. But when he opened the door and she looked into those cool green eyes and took note once again of his thickly muscled body, she wondered whatever made her think she would ever be completely ready for this man.

“Hi,” she greeted him softly, taking note of the black tee shirt that stretched tautly around his shoulders, biceps and triceps, jeans that couldn’t disguise the thickness of his thighs and his bare feet. Now, why did the sight of his bare feet turn her on as much as the rest of his body?

Donovan’s cock stirred at just the sight of her, became semi erect upon hearing her voice and threatened full erection when her nipples beaded into two stiff pinpoints just from his lingering look. His reaction didn’t bode well for his restraint tonight, and he knew, despite his excesses last night, he was going to end up with blue balls before he sent her home. Apparently, fucking Crystal, followed by a blowjob from both Crystal and Amanda, then a slower, but just as hard and deep ass fucking with Crystal wasn’t enough to keep him from wanting this woman. Even his brothers had questioned his debauchery last night, and to their inquiries he had simply responded, “I’m fine.” He had become good at lying to them over the years.

“You’re just in time,” he said as he opened the door and ushered her in. “I have the grill ready. I hope you’re hungry.” Removing her sweater, he tossed it on a small entry table and took her hand.

He hadn’t discussed fixing her dinner, but Anna had been too keyed up to eat anything all day and just then her stomach made its protest known. “Yes, I’m hungry,” she replied with a grin as she tried to ignore the way he was blatantly eyeing her unbound breasts, the hard ridges of her nipples plainly visible through the thin silk of her camisole. She shifted her eyes from his and looked around the spacious, wide open room, the living area, dining room and kitchen all could be seen in the open concept layout. “Your home is beautiful.”

“I’ll give you a quick tour after we get rid of this.” His eyes on hers, he reached for the hem of the camisole and slowly lifted it over her head, baring her from the waist up. He gave her credit for not flinching or trying to cover herself, but she couldn’t hide the rosy blush spreading from her neck up or the way her nipples tightened even more. Picking up her hand again, he led her into the room, pointed out the half bath between the living and dining areas then took her into the kitchen.

Anna felt positively decadent parading around his home topless, the sway of her full breasts highly erotic, the heated looks he kept giving her making her thong cling to her folds in dampness. Three of the four walls were windows and from what she could see, there were no coverings. The only door was on the half bath which meant anyone on his property could see everything inside this part of his home, including her.

“What do you do for privacy?” she finally asked when he lifted her onto a stool at the large black granite counter that acted as a separation feature between the kitchen and the rest of the room.

“I don’t need privacy. If someone’s trespassing on my private property, then they can expect to get an eyeful.” His eyes dropped to her breasts again. His mouth practically watered at the need to taste those pale pink nipples. Her breasts were full and firm and had swayed enticingly as she moved. She would draw a lot of attention at the club and wouldn’t lack for offers. Because that thought didn’t sit well with him, he said abruptly, “If you’re worried about someone seeing you now, you won’t last five minutes in the club.”

Actually, the thought of someone watching excited her, but she kept that bit of information to herself. “Can I help you with anything?” she asked, waving her hand around the kitchen and ignoring his remark.

Donovan smiled, recognizing her ‘change the subject’ tactic. “No, I’ve got it covered. Steaks and salad okay with you?”

“Wonderful.”

Donovan took a plate of steaks out of the refrigerator and placed them on the indoor grill in the middle of the island where they immediately began to sizzle. With a smile Anna didn’t trust, he pulled something from the pocket of his jeans and moved to stand before her, pushing her legs apart to step between them. Eyes on hers, he cupped his palm under her right breast, lifted that fleshy mound and lowered his head to suckle her nipple.

Anna clenched her hands on the seat, bracing herself against the onslaught of sensations his mouth was building. She didn’t remember any other man’s mouth on her breast wreaking such instantaneous havoc with her body. As Donovan took his time suckling her, his tongue making slow swipes over the tip while his lips and cheeks drew strongly on that tender bud, she felt her body begin to shake with tension and building pleasure. Just when she didn’t think she could take much more, he released her nipple, his tongue curling one more time around the turgid peak before putting a small silver loop over it.

Anna’s eyes widened right before she yelped with the tightening of the nipple clamp, but Donovan ignored her and quickly moved on to the other one, treating it to the same slow explorations as he allowed the pain to ease before releasing her again and looping the other end of the connecting chain around her damp, hard tip. He noticed the rapid blinking of her watery eyes and the slight shifting of her hips on the seat, perfect responses to her first experience with nipple clamps.

Smiling, he asked, “Better?”

Taking a breath, she scowled at his smirk. “You could’ve warned me.” The sharp pain that came when he had tightened each clamp had lessened to a dull throb, and now Anna could feel that erotic throbbing in both nipples spreading to her pussy, causing even more moisture to seep onto her already sopping thong.

“Where would the fun be in that? How do you like your steak?” Moving back to the grill, he flipped the steaks and tried to ignore how the sight of those nipples puckered into red, swollen nubs, made him ache to bend her over and sink into her pussy without any other play. Not going to happen, he reminded himself sternly as he turned away from that tempting sight to get out the salad.

“Medium rare, please.”

It was difficult, but Anna managed to eat her salad and steak, cooked to perfection, without succumbing to the temptation and growing need to beg Donovan to fuck her. Sitting next to him half naked while conversing about mundane topics worked as the best foreplay she had ever experienced. Her nipples ached for his mouth again, the slightly painful pulse worked to ratchet her arousal as high as it was yesterday when the pain of her first spanking had sent her into orbit with a body encompassing climax. By the time they had finished and Donovan had picked up their plates and simply put them in the sink to deal with later, she was more than ready for whatever he had planned next.

That was the longest meal in history
, Donovan thought as he turned from the sink and couldn’t help but cling to those awesome breasts. Anna’s eyes were dilated, her constant squirming on the seat and the way she kept biting her lower lip told him she was ready to come. Too bad he wasn’t ready to let her. Moving to stand between her spread thighs again, he reached up to her right nipple.

“I think these have been on long enough,” he murmured as he released the clamp then grasped both her hands in his as she gasped and quickly tried to reach for her breast. “No.”

“Damn it, Donovan, that hurts,” she practically wailed as the blood rushed to her tormented tip and it screamed in pain.

“Give it a minute.”

Anna resisted the urge to tell him to stuff it and within seconds found she liked the hard hold his hands had around her clenched fists as much as she liked the blood rushing to her nipple and now her pussy. “Oh, God,” she moaned, closing her eyes against his knowing smirk.

“Brace yourself,” was the only warning he gave her when he let go of one hand to release the other clamp. This time, he latched onto that tortured bud quickly, suckling the stiff peak as he soothed the ache with slow strokes of his tongue. When she moaned and leaned toward him, pushing her breast against his face, he released her, grabbed her hand and pulled her off the stool. “I haven’t shown you my bedroom yet.”

Anna trotted along behind him eagerly, already anticipating the feel of his large cock filling her, easing this ache he had caused before she remembered he said he wouldn’t fuck her. He led her down a hallway that had to be at least six feet wide, the rows of skylights in the high ceiling lending an even more open look to the space. They passed two rooms, one an office and one a spare bedroom before they entered the huge master suite. Like the rest of the house, three of the walls were floor to ceiling windows and there were no doors, not even into the connecting bathroom where he was leading her. Anna remembered hearing or reading somewhere that he was a war veteran, had spent several weeks as a prisoner in Iraq and wondered if that experience was responsible for his penchant for open space. She didn’t know him well enough to ask him, but she was beginning to hope that someday she would.