SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories) (102 page)

“I’ve always been a big believer that the customer is always right. Evan, you can trust that your business is in safe hands with us. I’ll be more than happy to oversee everything and be there from the moment that we make the concept, until you are standing in front of us watching the commercial run for the first time.” I had told him, half expecting him to laugh in my face that sometimes it takes money to make money. He wasn’t exactly happy with the amount that I offered, but I thought that it would be best to make it nonnegotiable. The firm would not look desperate, even though it looked like it was going to fold up in the next couple of months without a new influx of cash.

“Nina, you remind me of my father. I always thought that his ways were antiquated, but sometimes the old ways are the best ways. I actually came up with something on the fly concerning their business. I could revolve the campaign around the slogan the old ways are the best ways. They were essentially a conglomerate that owned several antique shops in the area. “Nina, please do not be a stranger and come back and enjoy the amenities of what the Hamptons have to offer. This place is primarily for my staff and my family, but now you are part of that family. I’ll be sure to put you on the list, so that you can use this place when it’s not being occupied. In fact, this weekend, we are all going to this retreat, so this place will be open.”

I’d not only walked away with the contract in hand, but I also had the keys to this beach house in the Hamptons to use for the weekend. I was going to take full advantage of it. I’d already felt the stress roll off my shoulders from the moment that I opened the door and smelled that fresh salt air. I was still feeling the effects of the attempted carjacking, but I was able to move past it.

Chapter three

I didn’t bother to tell Becky about what happened. I didn’t see how she was going to find out anyway and even if she did, she would most likely just take away the keys to her car. I had a couple of other friends that said that I could borrow theirs. It’s just that this was more convenient and all I had to do was go across the street.

“I just want to tell you that your friend showed up about an hour ago. The landlord was happy to let him in.” I didn’t like the very idea that somebody strange was in my house without my direct permission. “I don’t think that I have to tell you this, but if I were you, I would be jumping on board that gravy train and riding it all the way to the end of the station. I haven’t had a good fuck in a long time and you have that nice hunky dish inside your apartment at this very moment. To say that you are a lucky girl would be a vast understatement.” She went back into the house and I crossed the street, shaking my head at the very notion that he had gotten here before I did.

I went into my apartment and was immediately accosted by this loud screeching voice that sounded like people screaming in my head. I had to hold my hand over my ears and then I went over to the remote and took a moment to turn down the volume on what he would consider music.

“Daniel… I think we need to talk.” I had no idea if he could hear me. I walked down the hallway and saw the door to the bathroom ajar with steam coming out through that small crack. Not even thinking about it, I pushed open the door and found him completely naked and dripping wet with water inside the shower. The frosted glass did nothing to take away the man and I could see the shadow of a large presence between his legs.

He had his eyes closed and his hand was moving faster along the length of him. I wanted to say something, but all I could do was stare and move my hands to my breasts to give them a healthy squeeze with both hands. I pulled at the nipples through my blouse and I bit my lip to the conscious thought of a naked man inside my shower of all places.

“Oh yeah…suck my cock, Nina. Suck it deep and let me see that tongue sticking out from underneath my balls.” I interrupted a very private fantasy that consisted of me down on my knees in that shower giving him my mouth. “If you keep that up, I’m going to shoot all over your face. Damn…here it comes…YESSSSSS.” I saw the arc of that first blast spray across and hit the glass enclosure of the shower stall. It moved down the glass and was followed by several other strands. I wanted to crawl on my knees and lick it off, but I couldn’t do something, so out of character. I closed the door behind me, leaning back against it with my head just touching the door.

“I can’t believe that I’ve gotten myself into this. I need to find a way to get him out of here, as soon as possible. I can’t be trusted to be around him, especially if he’s going to be, so free with his body that he’s not going to bother to close the bathroom door.” I was muttering this to myself and then I walked down the hallway and into my bedroom.

I unzipped my skirt, pulling it down over my ample bottom. I thought that was my best feature and had a lot of guys open mouth staring at me from the moment that I came into their view. I liked to make my ass the focal point, by wearing tight skirts and even tighter jeans.

I couldn’t believe that he was thinking about me. His words were still ringing in my ears. I took off my blouse and hung it over the four poster bed in the middle of the room. I suddenly had this need to see if I could alleviate some of my stress from seeing him completely naked. To do that, I pushed my panties to the side, already feeling that they were sopping wet. I easily slipped the finger through the crease of my folds. I dug deep, until I was by that first knuckle and then moving on to the second one, until finally I was all the way in.

“God damn it…I wish this was your cock, Daniel. I would love to have it filling me up in all of my holes. I just have no idea how I’m going to…Oh yeah…fuck me with that nice hard cock of yours, Daniel.” I heard somebody clearing their throat and I opened my eyes with a flutter of my eyelids to see him standing at the doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

“If you mean that, I think that I can oblige.” I thought that it might be only a fantasy in my head, until he took my hand away from my pussy. He brought that finger that was already soaked, up to his own mouth. He kept his eyes on me the entire time that he was licking that digit and then sucking it deep in and out of his mouth. “I don’t normally pass down the opportunity to be with a woman quite like you, Nina. To be honest, I was just thinking about you and how it might feel to have you down on your knees servicing me.” He made it sound like I was his to do with what he wanted and then the pressure on my shoulders made my knees buckle and that was exactly the position I was in.

“I don’t know what I mean.” He was already touching the towel and then letting it drop. I gasped out loud at the projecting missile from his crotch. He had shaven all the hair off and I had to say that I was quite impressed. “I stand corrected. I think I know exactly what I meant.” To prove to him that I was serious and that this wasn’t just my way of flirting with disaster, I placed my hand around him. It was hot to the touch and almost scorched my fingers, before feeling the heat of his discharge, as it flowed down the surface of the shaft.

“I like what you’re doing, but I think it would feel a whole lot better in your mouth. Be a good girl and open up and say AHHHHH.” He was being pigheaded and a little sexist, but I couldn’t stop myself from opening up my mouth and consuming the plum sized knob on the top. “You just need somebody to put your in your place.” I was a consummate professional, but behind closed doors, it appeared that I had a submissive side that he had found to his liking. “I hope to god that you’re not just a knob polisher. I hate it when a girl does that.” I don’t know how many times I’ve heard that and then they get the surprise of their life when they find out that I’m pretty much a vacuum.

“I don’t think that you’re going to be complaining. In fact, I believe that you’re going to be screaming to whatever deity that you pray to every Sunday.” I had no idea what his religious beliefs were and I had no interest to find out. This was strictly a physical moment between two people. I hoped that I could separate this from my feelings.

“I hope you’re right, because there have been times that I have been disappointed and I had to take matters into my own hands.” This was something that I would like to see. The brief moment inside the shower with his hand wrapped around himself was not nearly enough to satisfy those longings deep down. “I did like the way that you sucked my knob into your mouth and played with it with the tip of your tongue.

I held him by the base, looking at this fat piece of meat and knowing that he wanted me to indulge in my favorite pastime. This was an addiction and even though I had gotten away from it over the years, I still had the desire to suck a cock to completion.

I steeled myself for the task at hand, pushing my mouth down over his pole and hoping to god that I would be able to fulfill my promise. I told him that he would not be complaining and I was damned and determined to make sure that my word was indeed my bond.

He curled his fingers in my hair, locking me in place, so that we were working together in tandem to get him off. I actually enjoyed the way that he had taken me and made me into a cock sucking bitch that wanted nothing more than to feel his seed in my mouth or on any part of my body.

I got up quickly, releasing his spit shined member, until I was able to push him back onto the bed. I spread his legs with my hands, slapped his balls, just to get his attention and then devoured his sausage, until the entire length was in my throat. I wasn’t sure if I was up to this, but it appeared it was like riding a bicycle. I was bobbing my head up and down faster and faster, seeing his reaction and knowing that it was just a matter of time before he spilled his load.

“Yes…just like that… I love the way that you curl your tongue around the shaft and work it up and down.… AHHHHH.” His seed was boiling and there was no denying that he wanted to make it a permanent home in my throat. At the last second, I had a better idea and I extracted his magnificent tool. It looked like it was going to explode in my hand. I went right to work to give it the necessary incentive to do so.

He was cumming and that gyser sprayed out with my head tipped back, just so that the first streak went from my chin all the way over my head and into my hair. Two more shots did the same thing. I was lucky that he didn’t get any in my eyes. I’d had personal experience in how that would burn the living daylights out of anybody’s eyeball.

I opened my mouth and he stuck the head in and jerked off, until I had gotten the rest of him. His muscles were straining and I could see the formation of his abdominals. I could trace them with my eyes. I lay there with his cream congealing on my face and then I opened them to see that he had left me. The door was opened and the towel that was lying on the floor was still there. I don’t know why he left in such a hurry. I wanted him to stay and finish what we were doing, but apparently he had other ideas.

I was tempted to let my fingers do the walking, but I wanted to give him the opportunity to set things right. I sat there on my bed feeling like my skin was on fire. After an hour, I just couldn’t take it anymore. My anger, the frustration and that fire between my legs that couldn’t be contained was the only thing that I was thinking, as I stomped my way down the hall to the guest bedroom.

I threw open the door to see him stroking himself “I was wondering when it was going to be too much for you to take. I’m pleasantly surprised to see that you outlasted most of the other girls that I put into that position. Now that you’re here, crawl across the floor and join me on my bed.” I should’ve turned around and went back the same way I came, but I wanted him and he damn well knew it. He left me with all of that stuff on my face, without any way to satisfy that yearning that came from a very detailed and explorative blow job.

I got down on my knees, still completely naked it, except for my panties. They were still in place, but I had a feeling that they weren’t going to be there for long.

I was at the foot of the bed and he shuffled forward, until his legs were down onto the floor. He grabbed my hair roughly and made me look at the object of my desire. He lifted me into the air quickly and down onto his expansive member. It was nice to see that he was able to get it up in such short notice.

“Fuck me.” I felt him buried to the hilt and he had done it in one very fast and agonizingly pleasurable stroke. He held me steady, not moving and allowing me to feel the entire length of his organ stretching me open. “Oh my god. I don’t think that I’ve ever had something this big.” I was not exaggerating and I think that he knew that I was telling him the truth.

He reached up and palmed my nipples, suddenly slapping them and causing me a moment of pain. I thought that I would chastise him for his behavior, but I found it to be mildly amusing. The red welt around my nipple was very telling and then he started to bounce me up and down on his pogo stick of love. He held be firmly by the waist and there was no way that I was going to get away. He was sitting and my knees were on either side of him, allowing him to fuck me with determination. Each time that he went inside, I would greet him with a tight glove and then when he pulled out, he was tickling those nerve endings at the entrance.

“You have a very open mind, Nina. I like that in my lovers. It allows me to stretch them mind, body and soul. I think for the next couple months, we are going to be doing this a lot. I can tell that your body has been deprived and that you need somebody to come along like me to make you want sex.” I wanted it more than I could admit to myself. There were times that I needed it badly. I would crave for the taste of cock, but I didn’t have enough courage to go down to a bar and try to find one.