Undone, Volume 2 (22 page)

With my other hand, I
angled her hips. “I’m going to fuck you up against this wall,
Ana.” My cock at her wet, hot entrance, I could already feel how
much she needed me. She moaned in response, licking her lips, her
gorgeous breasts thrust up at me as I pinned her hard against the
wall.

Then, in one long,
strong stroke, I plunged into her, my full, hard length. Fuck it felt
so good to sheath myself in her, her tight, wet heat, quivering and
made for me. I wasn’t going to go easy on her. I needed this like a
panther needed a meal. Keeping her pinned, I used my other hand to
cup her ass.

“Wrap your legs
around me. This is gonna get rough.” She did as she was told,
winding her long, sexy legs around me, spreading herself open. And I
began to fuck her, pounding into her, fucking her hard up against the
wall, using the hard surface to work more friction into it. I ground
into her, mercilessly, bruising her hips, grunting as I drove into
her deep again and again.

“Yes!” she called
out, hoarse, guttural, unable to move her hands. She closed her eyes,
tossed her head to the side, taking my thrusts with wild, animal
abandon.

“Feel how deep I am
in you!” I commanded more than asked, wanting her every thought
consumed by me. “How deep I fuck you.” I rocketed into her,
filling her to the hilt, her wet depths taking me in all the way. I
could already feel the tension in my balls, the need to come driving
me to pump into her harder, more frenzied.

“Ash!” She dug her
heels into my thighs, spreading her legs as wide as she could,
angling herself into me so she could take all of my cock all of the
time. She shoved her pussy onto my shaft, matching my thrusts, as
crazed as me. Her tits jiggled each time I slammed into her. I shook
her entire body with my force.

I could feel it build
in her, the tension, the shudders. She was close, too.

“Are you going to
come for me, Ana?” I positioned her hips so I hit her just right,
my cock smashing into her clit every time I plunged into her. She
couldn’t even answer me she was so close. All that came out of her
mouth were cries of need, desperate, raw. Sweaty now, I crashed into
her again and again, fucking her at a brutal speed, pounding into her
like I’d never before.

“Look at me when you
come!” I commanded. At my order she opened her eyes and came all
over my cock. Wild, pulsing, she screamed and looked straight at me
as she gave me everything she had, her pussy clutching my cock,
squeezing me, milking me until I came, too. Rocketing deep into her,
I came and came, shooting into her like I’d die if I didn’t get
out every drop.

I dropped my hands to
her ass and supported her weight. She was jelly, collapsing between
me and the wall, unable to speak, unable to stand. I’d fucked her
senseless.

With a deep sense of
male satisfaction, I picked up my well-fucked woman and carried her
over to the bed. Reluctantly, I withdrew from her so I could place
her down gently. I removed my condom and then joined her on the bed,
holding her to me.

“Oh my God, Ash,”
she managed, nuzzling into me, her eyes already closing.

“You’re mine, Ana.
I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.” I made her crazy promises
I was just crazy enough to keep.

“Yes, Ash,” she
murmured, so at peace in my arms. I stroked her hair, wondering at
her softness. Everything about her, her thighs, her lips, her heart.
She had such a kind heart, opening it to me. What had I ever done to
deserve her goodness? She’d spent the adult years of her life
studying for degrees, maintaining a tight bond with her family,
helping children discover a love of reading by day, a love of music
by night.

What had I done with my
life thus far? Strut around on a stage in leather pants. Trash hotel
rooms and have what I’d thought was great sex with groupies.

What an ass I’d been.
I didn’t know how, but I promised myself, I’d become a better man
for her. Even with the heavy burden of my thoughts, after the stress
of the night and the burst of release, we both fell into a deep
sleep.

§

Late on our last day in
Paris, we awakened in our hotel room, a tangle of limbs. I couldn’t
even get enough of her while we slept. I reached for her, wanted her
splayed over my chest, wanted my thigh hooked over hers. Mine.

I ordered us room
service. My Ana loved her some chocolate croissants. I kissed away
the buttery flakes from her lips, using the excuse to lick and taste.
Even that playful flirtation left us both breathless.

We didn’t even have
two weeks left of this arrangement, this fake romance turned real.
She was supposed to break up with me in ten days. I couldn’t let
that happen. I needed her like I needed to breathe.

But I didn’t want to
scare the poor girl. I was half-insane over her, but that wasn’t
exactly appealing, now was it? A nice girl like Ana, she needed
stable and secure. A man who could provide, not tantrum in hotel
rooms. I’d see what I could do about being that for her.

We were in Paris, after
all, arguably the most fashionable city in the world. It was our last
day and she hadn’t bought herself a single thing. Of course, I was
the one with the money. How had I managed to not take her shopping?

I took her to the areas
I knew about, the Rue des Francs-Bourgeois, the Rue St. Honore, and
of course the Galleries Lafayette. But getting this girl to spend my
money was work.

“I don’t need it,
Ash,” she protested, standing there looking hotter than hell in a
slinky dress.

“Sure you do.” I
didn’t want to overwhelm her, tell her that was exactly the kind of
thing she’d need to wear out with me as we kept right on going as a
couple month after month, year after year. You couldn’t spring that
on someone, surprise them with the announcement that you felt that
way. Hell, I wasn’t even used to feeling that way. I never had
before.

So, instead, I took her
shoe shopping. I had more success when it came to shoes. The art, the
whimsy, the unique designs, her eyes lit up as she looked around at
all the choices. I wasn’t exactly a connoisseur of women’s shoes,
but even I knew that Parisians really took shoe design to the next
level.

“How do people even
walk in these?” she asked, holding up a pair of boots with an
intricate flower-and-vine pattern woven into the leather. “They’re
pieces of art.”

“So are you,” I
told her. Smarmy compliments had never felt more honest coming out of
my mouth. “Let me get them for you.”

She finally relented
over a couple of pairs, not nearly enough, but something. The flash
of delight in her eyes made it so worth it.

“Thank you, Ash. I’ll
always think of you when I wear them.” Why did she sound forlorn as
she said that, as if we were about to say goodbye? Like she’d be
wearing them day after day without me in her life? I wasn’t going
anywhere.

I got a call from Lola
and let it go through to voicemail. But I listened to it while we
strolled down yet another perfect avenue. “I love all the drama,”
Lola congratulated me. “I love how you’re pretending to hide and
get pissed off with all the attention. This is going so well. I think
we’re talking Super Bowl halftime again here, Ash. Keep it up.
You’ve found a goldmine in that girl. She should be a professional
actress. Are you sure she’s not?”

Lola really had a way
with words. With only a few, she could sew seeds of doubt. I looked
at Ana, so pretty, so innocent, and I actually wondered. Was she
faking it all? Could she be playing me, the one taking me for a ride?

But then she looked up
at me and smiled, so real and full, and I couldn’t doubt her. It
was Lola’s worldview where everyone used and got used. That had
been mine, too. It just took some time to get used to something so
new, so radically opposed to what I’d known my whole life.

“Thank you.” Ana
leaned up to me and kissed me. Nothing more than a chaste kiss. Even
if photographers caught that one, it could still grace the covers of
magazines in grocery stores without moms wanting to shield their
children’s eyes. But it set my motor running.

“Want to head back to
the hotel?” I knew I was a beast, that my appetite for her went way
beyond normal. It was our last day in Paris and there was much more
of the city to see. There was no way she really wanted to hole up
with me until our flight took off, but I couldn’t help but ask. I
needed her again. All that waiting outside changing rooms while she
tried on clothing, only popping out every now and then to show me how
sexy and seductive she looked in something she then refused to let me
buy. It had been a slow tease, knowing she kept stripping down to her
bra and panties again and again. Without me there to enjoy it. Now I
needed to enjoy it.

“I’d like that.”
She looked up at me, smoky need in her eyes as well. Relief and
desire crashed through me and I picked up our pace. Not a second to
waste.

“Then let’s go.”

We nearly tripped over
each other as we got back to the hotel, laughing as we passed the
woman at the front desk. We touched each other as we could, hand to
hand, leaning in to each other. I fumbled with the old-fashioned room
key. Sometimes the charm of small, boutique hotels was also their
downfall, with spindly legs on antique chairs and funny little locks
that didn’t open unless you messed with them just right. I didn’t
have time to mess with a lock on the door. I wanted to mess with my
woman.

Finally inside our
room, I swept Ana up in my arms and carried her over to the couch. We
sat down and I gathered her onto my lap. She felt so perfect in my
arms, exactly the right blend of curvy and slender, just the right
size against me. Like we were made for each other.

She kicked off her
shoes and rested her head against my shoulder, trailing her fingers
along my bicep. Just that one touch set my pulse to racing. I let her
roam, explore, touching the ink that adorned my arm. Her smooth
fingertips, so innocent, so neutral and simply curious.

I took off my shirt to
give her more access. Closing my eyes I breathed her in, the scent of
her, the way she enjoyed me. Until her fingers drifted down, along my
chest, down across my ab muscles. My cock pressed against my jeans,
hard for her, proclaiming my need. Her fingers dipped lower and
stroked along my bulge, driving me mad with her lazy exploration.

“You’re so big,
Ash.” The way she said it had none of the studied flirtatiousness,
the practiced delivery of typical lines. It had none of the, ‘Oh,
baby, you’re the man!’. It was all sincerity, an exclamation of
discovery as she admired my length, running her fingers along it.

“You like how big I
am?” I grit out, clenching my teeth, my fists balled into the
couch.

“Oh, yes.” Her
voice sounded breathy and full of desire. “You’re amazing. I’ve
never…” Her words dissolved into kisses along my jaw, my neck.
“I’ve never felt…”

“I love how you
feel.” I kissed her cheek, her ear, her throat. “I’ll never get
enough.”

“It’s crazy.” She
was breathing heavier now and I eased her out of her shirt,
unclasping her bra to grasp her full mounds in my palms.

“I don’t know what
you do to me,” I murmured, not exaggerating at all. I’d always
had an insatiable appetite, always been up for some fun, but that
didn’t begin to explain the way I felt with Ana. It couldn’t be
put into words, this fevered need, this intense connection. I didn’t
know what it was, and I sure as hell had never felt anything like it
before. I’d had her so many times over the past couple days, but
still I raged for her, wanting, needing more.

“I want to play with
you, Ana.” I licked her ear and whispered. “Take off your jeans
for me. I want to watch you undress.”

Slowly, she stood up,
smiling at me shyly. I stretched my legs out, watching her from the
couch, my hand down to the crotch of my jeans. Her unstudied
movements got to me like none other. Tongue out for a brief, nervous
flick, she bit her plump bottom lip. She unfastened the top button,
then looked up at me for guidance.

I stroked my cock
through my jeans and nodded to her, urging her on. “That’s it,
baby. Now unzip for me.”

She swallowed
nervously, still not used to putting on a show. But I liked watching
her, and I could tell she was getting turned on doing it for me.
Slowly, she drew down her zipper, then hooked her thumbs inside the
loosened waistband.

“I had to stand
outside all those changing rooms today. Knowing you were inside them
doing this, again and again. Now I want you to do it for me, Anika.
Slip those off for me.”

Sliding her jeans down
her gorgeous curves, she bent down to get them all the way off, then
stepped away from them in just her panties.

“Now go put on those
heels I bought you and show me how you look.”

I hated to wait. I
wanted to sink into her so badly it hurt. But I knew waiting would
make it even hotter when I did finally take her. Because that was
certain, I was going to take her and I was going to take her hard.

Finally, she returned,
her hips swaying as she walked over to stand in front of me. Her
nipples stood out firm and hard, showing me how arousing she found
this, displaying herself for my pleasure. She looked so damn fine,
perched up on those heels with her long, sexy legs.

“Show me your ass,
honey.” I unzipped my jeans and eased out my cock. I needed it in
my hand for this, she looked so good. She turned for me, giving me a
good look at her ripe ass, the lace of her panties grazing the middle
of her cheeks. High-cut, just how I liked it.

“That’s good.” My
voice sounded thick and gruff.

She swallowed and
turned to face me again, her gaze riveted down at my cock where I
stroked its length. Her lips parted and she gave a light groan at the
sight of it, engorged, veins running its length, pulsing and raw with
need for her. I could see her clench her thighs together in response.