Take Me (A Steamy Short Story Romance) (14 page)

“Is this what you want?”
 
I tormented him with my pussy, waving
myself just out of reach of his eager tongue.
 
“Do you want to suck my tight little
pussy?
 
Do you want to taste
me?”
 
I felt a sense of power as I
watched his eyes grow wide.
 
I had
never spoken so brazenly to him; I had never been so bold.
 
He had always been the dominant and I
had always been his submissive. But I felt powerful now.
 

“Yes, baby. I want a taste,” he grunted, exasperated.
 

“Beg me for it.
 
Beg me to sit on your face.
 
Tell me what you want.”
 

“Please, please, baby, sit on my face!”
 
His eyes were desperate and his arms
pulled at my hips.
 
I didn’t budge,
though, my knees holding me firmly above him.
 

“Beg me to let you lick my asshole,” I continued.
 

“Oh god,” he moaned, overwhelmed by the dirty demands
coming out of his innocent little maid.
 
“I am begging you.
 
Let me
suck you and lick you. And please, let me fuck you.”
 

I spread my knees wide and let my pussy fall onto his
face.
 
Spreading my cheeks wide and
sliding myself back and forth upon him.
 
I felt him pulling back and I heard him gasping for breath as I nearly
smothered him.
 

“More!” he choked.

I glanced back to see his cock standing straight up, rock
hard and ready.
 
I felt his tongue
slide up and down my sensitive flesh; I moaned heavily.
 
I had never been in control, and I was
enjoying it.
 
His tongue darted in
and out of me, driving me wild, making me squirm.
 

“Oh,
sir, just like that, make
me
cum.”
 
His grip on my thighs
tightened, pulling me down harder as he read my body, bringing me closer to
release.
 
Just as I was about to
explode he lifted me into the air above him and took one last lick.
 

He’s
going to punish me with his big cock now!
I thought eagerly.
 
I wanted him inside my pussy.
 
I wanted him to pound me hard until he came inside of me.

“Fuck me hard, sir,” I encouraged him as his hands brought
my body down over his thick cock.
 
But unexpectedly, his cock didn’t find it’s way to my wanting
sheath.
 
Instead, it threatened the
tight ring of flesh that signified my asshole.
 
Slowly he began to lower me while his
eyes blazed into mine.
 
I could feel
the hard head of his cock assailing my hole.

“Relax, baby. I promise, you’re going to enjoy this.”
 

“I…I’m not sure,
”
 
I
said hesitating, fearfully
even.
 

“Trust me, baby. If you can take my cock in your pussy, you
can take it in your ass.”

I took a deep breath and followed his commands.
 
I felt him slowly violate me, my tight
flesh surprisingly sensitive as his thickness penetrated.
 

“Slow, sir, slow!” I squeaked.
 

“Let go.
Just open up for daddy.
Mmm, yeah, that’s my girl.”
 

I wanted to please him as much as ever. He slowly slid me
down and around his massive rod.
 
It
was
an intensity
like none other, and I sat still for
a moment as my body accommodated him.
 
Slowly I began to work my hips.
 
Up and down, up and down, I slid on his rod.
 

“Oh fuck you are so deep inside of me,” I said in a hoarse
whisper as I continued to slide down his shaft.
 

Soon the momentum grew and I began working faster.
 
He had been still, allowing me to warm
up to the feeling.
 

“Fuck me in my ass,” I reassured him.
 
“Fuck me hard in my ass!”
 

His lips turned up into a grin and he plowed his hips
voraciously into me.
 
I gasped,
knowing that I never wanted this to end.
 
The passion, the lust, the thrill of being his girl, it was more than I
could have ever dreamed of.

****

Later that night he came to me, his face wearing a pensive
expression. Clearly, he had something on his mind.
 
“Clarissa, I need to talk to you,” he
said gently.

“What is it?"
 
I asked, a knot forming in my growing belly.
 
Something was wrong, I could feel
it—something just wasn’t right.
 

“It’s this whole situation.
 
Your stomach is swelling. I know you
won’t be able to hide it much longer.
 
People are starting to talk, and
..
.” his voice
trailed off, he looked down at his hands.

I held my belly, suddenly scared for the tiny life that was
blossoming within me.
 
“But I, I
love you, sir,” I half whimpered, afraid of what I was going to do.
 
Tears began to well in my eyes. Twenty,
pregnant, and soon it seemed, without a job or home. This was the end.
 
I somehow knew it would come to this
sooner or later—a relationship like this was too good to be true.
 
I had been reluctant to let myself fall
for him, but I had.
 
I had fallen in
love, entirely, and without regrets.
 
And now I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of fear, for my baby more
than anything else.
 

Then, shockingly, Dr. Stone dropped to one knee in front of
me.
 
His eyes looked up at mine with
passion.
 

“I have wanted to do this for so long.
 
The divorce is final, Clarissa.”
 
He pulled a small box from his jacket
pocket and held it out to me. He opened it, revealing a gorgeous diamond
ring.
 
“Clarissa…
 
Say you will be mine.
 
Forever.
 
Tell me that you’ll marry me.”

I nearly choked on the tears that streamed down my
face.
 
It was happening, all of my
dreams, coming true.
 
He had asked
me to marry him.
 
Every fairy tale I
had ever read hadn’t prepared me for what I was feeling.
 
He would be mine.
 
Forever and ever!

“Yes! I will marry you, Dr. Stone!
 
Of course I will!
 
I love you!”
 

He slid the ring onto my finger.
 
Our lips met in love and in lust and I
knew that everything was going to be all right.
 
He was mine, and I was his…
 
Forever!

He embraced me and said, “Please,
baby. From now on, just call me Dane. Or ‘lover’ or ‘honey’ or whatever you
please. Just drop the ‘sir’ and ‘Dr. Stone’ from here on out.”