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“Are you ready for me, Freya?” he asked in
that deep, slightly serrated voice of his.

In one fluid move Elijah had his cock pushed
deep inside of her. She couldn’t help the gasp that left her at the feeling of
being so stretched, so filled by him. Big, long, and thick were all perfect
words to describe Elijah. When he started thrusting into her in powerful
strokes, in and out, slow but steady Freya knew she would come within minutes.

“
Christ
,”
Elijah said on a guttural groan. His face was by her neck, his words slightly
muffled against her skin. He started moving faster, harder. “Yeah. That’s it,
Freya.” Their flesh was already becoming slick with their combined
perspiration, and she held onto his shoulders tighter as he became frantic in
his motions.

“You’re so big,” she panted the words out. She
hadn’t even meant to say that out loud, but her body didn’t feel like her own
anymore, not at this moment.

“You feel so fucking good.” He scraped his
teeth along her neck, and a shiver worked its way through her whole body before
taking root in her clit. Every time he thrust into her the base of his erection
rubbed the hard bundle of nerves and had her silently crying out. “So good,
Freya. You’re so fucking tight and hot, and so damn wet for me.” He took
control of her mouth with his once more, but this time it was a sloppy, heated,
and an almost angry kiss.

She lifted her hands, grabbed the damp strands
of his hair and tugged. This was the most erotic experience she’d ever had.
Neither of them could control themselves, and as the temperature in the room rose,
their bodies grew wetter from sweat, and their touches became painfully good,
she knew she’d come harder than she ever had.

With his cock still buried inside of her and
his mouth on hers, she dug her nails into his scalp. Freya knew she had to be
hurting him, but all he did was grunt against her mouth, slide his hands under
her ass, and tighten his hold on the mounds. He started fucking her harder. And
in about three seconds flat he had them turned on the bed, him now on his back
with her on top.

With her legs on either side of him now,
straddling his narrow hips and placing her hands flat on his chest, Freya
immediately started riding him. Up and down, faster and harder she rose up on
him, and slid back down until her breasts were bouncing almost painfully. She
didn’t have much experience with men, or sex in general, but she felt in
control right now, powerful.

“You have the biggest, most mouthwatering tits
I’ve ever seen.” He still had his hands on her ass, and when he spread the
cheeks, slipped his fingers between them, and touched her anus, everything
inside of her tightened.

“Oh. God.”

“That’s it, come for me, baby. I want to see
you so fucking unhinged you can’t even see straight, can’t think.” He looked at
her with a hooded expression. “Come for me, Freya.” He added a little more
pressure with his finger to her anus.

And just like that she came for him.

Chapter Fourteen

Elijah
was going to come really fucking hard, and really damn soon. His gaze was first
glued to the sight of Freya’s breasts bouncing up and down as she rode the hell
out of his cock, and then when he touched her asshole and saw her expression of
ecstasy as she came his control totally snapped.

Her
inner muscles clenched rhythmically around his dick as the clear pleasure moved
through her, and he had to grit his teeth so he didn’t get off right then. He
wanted her to orgasm again, wanted to see the expression of euphoria cover her
face just once more before he gave into his own pleasure.

Wrapping
his hand around her waist, and grabbing onto her ass with his other hand, he
rose up just enough that he could shift so she was the one on her back now.
This was a lot of movement for the amount of time they’d been fucking, but he
wanted to experience all of this with her. He wanted to experience more with
her.

Sliding
all the way back into her had Elijah groaning and closing his eyes. Sweat lined
his brow and dripped down his face to cover her belly. He leaned back on his
haunches and looked down where their bodies connected.

“Elijah,”
she moaned his name and closed her eyes.

“Hell,
Freya.” Those words left him on a strangled groan as he saw the way her pussy
stretched around his cock. She was all pink and soaked flesh, and stretched so
fucking wide around the girth his dick that the member actually jerked on its
own. His balls drew up tight with his imminent orgasm.

“Oh.”
Her eyes widened, and he knew she was close to getting off again. Her cheeks
had a red glow to them, her mouth was parted, and her lips were glossy from
their kissing.

He
placed his thumb right on her clit and rubbed the hell out of that little bud,
wanting her to be so lost she could only hold on to him or she’d fall. He
couldn’t drag his eyes away from her face, and when she arched her back,
thrusting her big breasts out, and cried out, he finally let himself go.

Elijah
leaned forward, bracing his hands on the mattress beside her head, and grunted
as he came harder than he ever had. His muscles hurt from how tense he was as
he came. When the pleasure finally receded, which seemed like long, tortured
and pleasure-filled minutes, he was able to breathe again.

Without
thinking, because all he wanted to do was kiss her, Elijah did exactly that.
With his cock softening inside of her, he leaned down and kissed her hard,
possessively.

“God,
that was—”

“Incredible,”
he said, finishing her sentence.

She
licked her lips. “Yeah, exactly.”

Leaning
down and kissing her once more, he pulled out of her with a grunt of
disappointment. Lying beside her, he thought about what they’d just done, about
how he’d never seen himself doing something like this with Freya.

He’d
thought about her these past four years, remembered how she’d looked when she’d
left for college, and how she’d already, even then, grown into a strong
independent woman. But then he’d seen her at the liquor store, all grown up,
all womanly, and all innocent thoughts he’d ever had for her seemed to
evaporate.

As
impossible as it was, his dick started getting erect at the feel of her breasts
pressed against his chest. She was soft where he was hard, and that was the
perfect combination. He liked her curves, loved that he could run his hands all
over her body, because she allowed him that pleasure, because she was
comfortable with her body and shape.

“What
does this mean, Elijah?” She pulled back only enough that she could look into
his face.

He
knew what he wanted it to mean, even after this one night, but despite knowing
each other for years, there was a history between them. He’d been married to
Meghan for one thing, and Meghan, at the time, had been considered Freya’s
stepmother still. Although that was years ago, and they were adults,
Freya
was an adult. He didn’t want her
to think this was wrong. He didn’t want anyone to think this was wrong, because
it felt right.

“I
think that’s a conversation we can have at any time you want,” he said and
cupped her cheek.

She
didn’t speak for a few moments, and then she smiled and rested back on the
pillow. “I think that can wait until tomorrow.” She closed her eyes, and Elijah
moved closer, pulled her toward his body, and just held her.

Elijah
didn’t want to rush her into what he ultimately wanted: a relationship.

****

Freya
sat on the balcony off the master suite, looked at the small pond across from
her, where a group of frogs kept jumping into and out of the water, and felt
this peace and serenity surround her. She’d given herself to Elijah, finally
allowed herself to love him in all ways. She was afraid still, of course, but
she knew it was natural. But the thing that frightened her didn’t mean she had
to force herself to stay away.

She
was afraid of the fact she cared for him so much, this soon. He was kind and
sweet, so considerate, and he was all hers. The sound of the double doors
opening had her looking over her shoulder. He walked out, a mug of something
steaming in his hand, and a thick, plush blanket in the other. Setting the mug
on the banister of the deck, he draped the blanket on her, grabbed the cup, and
handed it to her. Then he sat down beside her, smiled, and she knew that everything
would be okay. Everything would work out.

Standing,
she was bold and sat on his lap, draping the blanket over both of them, and
grabbed her mug again.

They
stayed like that in silence for several minutes, but it was the comfortable and
warm type of silence.

“I
love you, Elijah, I really do.”

He
pulled her tighter against his chest. “I love you, too, baby.” He kissed the
side of her head. “This is the beginning, and it’ll be incredible.”

She
couldn’t agree more.

Epilogue

One year later

Freya
rested her head back on the couch and stared out the front window. She was
here, in Elijah’s penthouse apartment overlooking the city, and naked aside
from a towel wrapped around her body because she’d just gotten out of the
shower. She spent most of her time here with him, but she kept her house, kept
her own place. Not only had a year already passed, but she was also working as
an RN at the local hospital. The work was rewarding in itself, but it was also
exhausting and took a little piece of her. But she loved being able to help
others, and knew that this had been the right move for her to make career wise.
But then she’d leave, come see Elijah, and he’d show her what living really
meant, that being alone was not an option anymore.

For
the last year they’d spent time with each other, got caught up on their lives
and what had been missed the last four years. She’d attended fancy balls and
business meetings held in mansions that sat on acres of pristine and landscaped
grounds. She’d seen the most beautiful gowns draped on the most beautiful
women, and envied each and every one of them. But then she’d looked at Elijah,
his hand always wrapped around her waist, his body close to hers, and she knew
it didn’t matter how beautiful those women were. She was it for him. He’d told
her enough times that she didn’t believe anything else.

Not
only was Elijah the strong, sometimes silent type, he could be the type of man
that brought a woman chocolates and flowers … brought
her
those things. But he wasn’t a softie all the time, wasn’t a man
that couldn’t show her what she meant to him. There was jealousy, was
possessiveness, but it was just enough to make her feel like she was his world.

The
sound of the front door opening and closing had her turning and seeing him
standing in the foyer. Her breath always seemed to catch when she saw him, when
she took in his muscular body, the way he held himself so confidently, so sure
of his surroundings. There was only one person on this planet meant for her,
and she was looking at him right now.

He
had left early this morning to deal with something business related, even
though it was the weekend and he should have been off. But being as successful
as Elijah meant he worked constantly. But he wasn’t the all work and no play
type of man. No, he made sure to play with her plenty of times. That thought
had her grinning and had her body heating to nuclear levels. Even right now
when he hadn’t touched her she was wet, aching for him.

He
stepped into the living room, and his smile spread as he stared at her. “Hey,
baby.”

“Hey.”
She lowered her gaze to where she could see his muscle definition through the
white button down shirt he wore. His suit jacket was undone as well, his
shoulders broad, his hips narrow. She could see all of that through his sharp,
pressed, and so very business-like clothing.

It
made her wetter.

“I
love seeing you in those suits,” Freya said a bit breathlessly. She held onto
the towel tighter, the material plush and so soft, but she was feeling
hypersensitive, and the fabric abraded her flesh.

“And
I’m liking what you’re wearing,” he said with a grin, and winked at her. “In
fact, how about anytime I walk through that door you’re either wearing a towel,
or nothing at all?”

Her
body tingled, her pussy clenched, and her nipples hardened. He came closer,
started loosening the knot of his tie, and then undoing the first few buttons
of his shirt.

“I
missed you,” he said in that super deep voice of his that was like sandpaper
along her flesh.

“I
didn’t really see you this morning.” Although she had woken up briefly when
he’d kissed her on the forehead before he left for the office, she still felt
like she hadn’t seen or spoken to him all day.

This
was what love was, what it felt like.

He
moved toward her, and she took a step back. She was now pressed to the window,
the coldness a stark contrast to her overheated flesh. Before she could even
take a breath he had her in his arms, turned, and was sitting on the couch with
her straddling him. Freya instantly felt his cock start to harden, felt the
length stiffen beneath the expensive material of his pants. The towel rode up
her thighs, and when he leaned back, placed his hands on her legs, and groaned
she felt the world tilt.

“I’m
so hard for you. In fact, you make me hard just by breathing.”

She
swallowed, her throat tight, her lips feeling swollen, needing his mouth on
hers. Lowering her face to his neck, she inhaled deeply, loving that fresh and
clean smell on him, the spicy cologne that drove her wild.

“If
you don’t stop it, baby, I am not going to be able to control myself.”

“I
don’t want you to control yourself.” He moaned and ran the tip of his nose up
the side of her throat. “Fuck, you smell good.”

“Why
would you want to control yourself?” she whispered. “I’m naked and you’re
hard…” She leaned back, her eyes feeling too heavy to hold all the way open.

“You
make a good argument,” he murmured against her. He ran his nose up and down her
neck again. “I should hire you when I’m doing business mergers. I don’t think
anyone could argue your points.”

She
chuckled, but it was soft, not holding much amusement because she was too
aroused. “Elijah, I want you.”

He
groaned and lifted his head from her neck to kiss her. He gripped her waist and
stood, holding her in his arms effortlessly.

She
kissed him hard, felt his cock prod her bare pussy, and needed him now. Freya
ran her tongue over his bottom lip. Tugging at his flesh, she loved when he
grunted, tightened his hands on her waist, and pushed his dick harder into her.

He
took them into the bedroom, all the while kissing her, licking at her lips, and
groaning in pleasure. Once in the room he set her on the floor, took a step
back, and started undressing. She held onto the towel, not about to get naked
just yet because she wanted to look her fill at him.

There
he now stood, totally naked, his golden, hard flesh on display. God, he looked
good with nothing on, all hard sinew and defined muscles. He wasn’t all bulky
like a weightlifter, but not as lean as a swimmer. His dick was hard, and
getting stiffer the longer she stared at it. And as if he wanted to tempt her,
or maybe torture her, he reached down, grabbed his cock, and started stroking
himself.

“Come
here, Freya,” he said in a low, husky voice filled with lust.

Freya
was more than ready to do whatever he said, to give him whatever he wanted. It
was like she was addicted to the feeling of his cock inside of her, of his dick
stretching her, of Elijah claiming her. He dominated her without restraints,
without bondage. He controlled her with his body, with his touch and words,
lips and breath. He played her body with expert precision because he knew every
inch of her, knew exactly where to touch her to get her off.

He
pulled her toward him and wrapped his hand around a chunk of her hair. Elijah
kissed her hard. There was no teasing on his part. He was brutal, demanding,
and giving her everything she craved, everything she wanted. She’d always want
this from him, always want it like this.

While
still kissing her he led them over to the bed, but instead of lying on her back
she was turned around in his arms. Her back pressed to his chest, and he
smoothed his hands over her breasts, cupped the mounds through the fabric for a
second, and then continued his descent until he reached the edge of the towel.
In one swift move he had the material pushed away from her body.

“So
much better, Freya baby,” he said as he murmured against her throat. Before she
could turn in his arms, desperate for his mouth, he had her on the bed face
first.

Freya
went down on her belly, bouncing once from the force with which he’d pushed her
down, but she loved that. Elijah stroked her bare ass with his big hands, and
gave each cheek a stinging spank. Her flesh heated, stung. It felt incredible.

“Look
at this ass,” he said as if speaking to himself, and spanked her again. “It was
made for fucking, baby. It was made for me to fill it with my cock. You were
made for me, every damn inch of you.” He squeezed her cheeks, growled out, and
then leaned down and bit her right ass cheek. She cried out in pleasure and
pain, wanting more, needing it. He bit her other side, smacked her butt one
more time, and then moved away. She looked over her shoulder to see him grab
the lube from the nightstand.

They
had done anal before, a couple of times in fact, and although Freya hadn’t
thought she’d like it, she was surprised to feel that when he fucked her ass he
hit nerve endings she hadn’t even known she’d had.

“You
ready for me and my big dick, baby? You ready for me to fuck this sweet ass?”
Elijah asked, but it wasn’t phrased in a way that made her think he was
actually asking permission.

“I’m
always ready for you,” she said, looked over her shoulder. Rising on her hands
and knees, she popped her ass out for him, and spread her legs wider, giving
him a prime shot of
all
of her. The
sound of him growling like he was an animal and had a hard time in keeping his
composure was an aphrodisiac all on its own. She was ready, more than ready,
and she knew Elijah would make this feel good for her because he always put her
first, always made sure she was screaming out for more.

****

Elijah
spread one of Freya’s ass cheeks enough that he could smear the lube over the
puckered hole. He felt his cock jerk at the sight of her tight little area, and
groaned at the thought that he’d been the one to pop that cherry, to be her
first anal experience. He could have put a condom on for this, maybe even
should have, but they were both clean, exclusive with only each other, and this
was his woman.

Just
looking at her had him nearly coming right then, just letting out a load of
spunk right on her ass. Her bottom was big and round, and looked so damn juicy
he didn’t stop himself from moving his hands over the creamy globes.

“Your
ass was made for my cock.” He leaned forward, ran his lips along the left
cheek, and then did the same to the right. The small moan she made, and the way
she bunched the sheets in her hands told him she liked hearing his dirty talk.
“I’m going to fuck your ass, claim you like we are wild animals, but first I’m
going to make you come for me, make your pussy clench and become wetter.”

“
God
, Elijah,” she panted.

“You’ll
come all over my face, Freya, make my mouth and chin all fucking juicy and
slick with that sweet cream of yours.” He moved his mouth over the small of her
back, along the line of her spine, and up to the back of her neck. When he felt
her lift her ass and grind it into his cock, he knew it was time to taste her
sweet fucking pussy, delivering on his promise.

Spearing
his hand in her hair, and tangling the long strands in his fingers, he pulled
her head back gently, exposing her throat. He’d been so gentle with her that
first time over a year ago, not as rough and demanding as he’d liked when
fucking. But they’d been together long enough that he didn’t hold back anymore.

“I
love you so damn much, Freya,” he groaned, smoothed his hand over her chest,
and cupped one of her big breasts. “I’d die for you, baby, hell, I’d kill for
you.” He might be a businessman in Armani suits, but deep down, for this woman,
he could and would do whatever it took to make sure she was his, and that
nothing happened to her.

She
was it for him.

“I
love you, too,” she moaned out those words.

He
didn’t lessen his hold on her hair when he moved his other hand down to take
hold of one of her ass cheeks. Elijah gripped the big, spongy flesh, wanting to
leave his handprint on her body.

After
a few seconds he moved back down her length, and when he reached her ass he
spread the cheeks wide. Taking in the sight of that tight hole that he wanted
to fuck, Elijah felt his throat dry. He lowered his gaze to her pussy, and saw
her little hole slightly gaping for him, as if she was begging for his cock.
She was wet, so fucking wet her cream had her inner thighs glossy.

He
flattened his tongue and ran it up and down her cleft, and sucked her clit into
his mouth until she was thrusting her pussy on her face, grinding herself
against him.

Elijah
licked at her swollen, damp flesh several more times before finally pulling
away. He moved away from her pussy, up the slender line between the cheeks of
her ass, and licked her asshole over and over again. He grunted at the clean,
fresh soapy flavor and scent of her. He dragged his tongue over that puckered
hole, pressed his tongue inside until he felt her clench around him, and could
have gotten off right there.

He
couldn’t take anymore. He needed her right now.

After
pouring the lube over her asshole, he made sure she was good and slicked up for
him.

Rising
above her and grabbing his cock, he poised the tip of his dick at the entrance
of her ass. Gripping onto her waist in a tight hold with one hand, there was no
more time for teasing. He didn’t have any more self-control. He started pushing
his dick into her slowly, stretching her wide so his dick could get past the
tight ring of muscle at the entrance. Her flesh stretched around him, the pink
becoming slightly pale in color because his dick was big and her ass was so
small. But she’d take him; she always took him, all of him.