Haunted Love

by Sheridan Anne

Taking both of her hips, I fuck her hard and fast, gritting my teeth until finally, she cries out, her sweet little cunt shattering like glass as she reaches her climax.

I come with her, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside her as her body turns into a spasming mess.

“Fuck, Birdy,” I breathe, leaning down to her and pressing a kiss to her shoulder before finally inching away and falling out of the warmth of her sweet cunt.

“I feel you dripping out of me,” she murmurs, still caught up in the post-orgasm bliss.

now that I know my cum is spreading between her pretty thighs, it’s almost impossible to think of anything else.

“You want the fucking truth?” I roar, my fingers gripping her so damn tight. “I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my goddamn life, and it fucking kills me that I can’t be what you need. The mere thought of anyone else putting their hands on you drives me insane. And when I told you I’d never love you, it’s not because I don’t want to, because believe me, I fucking want to. I want it so fucking bad it aches. I can’t love you because I’m not capable of it. I don’t know how.”

Every last shred of control shatters into a million broken pieces, and I launch myself toward her. My hand grips the back of her neck, and as my other snakes around her back and pulls her in, I crush my lips to hers, kissing her deeply.

She tastes like fucking heaven, like a fallen angel gifted right into my arms, and I was right. How could I ever let her go now? I’m in love with this woman, and I’ve been so fucking blind.

A fierce desperation booms through me, and I scoop her up into my arms, her legs locking around my waist as I yank the door open and stride down to my bedroom.

I push through to my bedroom, my cock already painfully hard and desperate to be inside of her. Then striding to the foot of my bed, I take hold of her

my hand is locked around her ankle, dragging her down the bed toward me until her beautiful thighs are spread on either side of mine. I come down over her, the movement forcing her thighs further apart. She hooks her leg over my hip, opening herself up to me as the scent of her arousal lingers in the air.

My cock rests heavily against her stomach, and she closes her hand around me, the soft touch making me shudder.

I reach down between us and take hold of my cock. I adjust myself over her, lining up with her entrance, and as I press against her, pushing inside, she gasps, her whole body trembling around me.

Not stopping until I bottom out inside of her, I groan into her mouth, the sound vibrating through my chest. I hook my arm beneath her knee, pulling it high, and when she gasps, I finally start to move.

I take deep, precise thrusts, each movement made with the intent to further her pleasure, and fuck, I’ve never wanted someone to come more. I want her to feel everything I can give to her. I want her to scream my name and know that it was me who made her come alive. I want to ruin her for any other man so when she finally realizes that I’m not enough, she’ll still come right back into my arms.

Her walls stretch with each thrust, and as my balls tighten, she clenches around me. “Oh, God, Izaac,” she pants, her nails digging into my shoulder. “I’m gonna come.”

I drive into her again and again, her walls contract around me, and she throws her head back against the mattress. “Oh, fuck,” she groans as she turns into a quivering mess, her hips jolting with pleasure, but I don’t dare stop as she rides out her high on my cock.

She claws my back, her high intensifying, and I come with her, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside of her.

I feel her smile against my chest as my hand lingers on the sweet curve of her bare ass. I can’t help but gently squeeze it as she groans and lifts her head off my chest before climbing up my body and straddling my waist.

I hope you don’t think you’re finished for the night because I can feel my cum leaking out of you, and now that you’re straddled over me, I can’t wait to watch you ride me.”

I take her hips and grind against her sweet pussy. “Give me your worst.”

If I had it my way, I never would have left the safety of that bed. The warmth. The happiness. The six incredible orgasms I had between that life-changing kiss and the moment I was forced to roll out of bed and get my ass back to my apartment for my midday lecture. We only came up for air long enough for Izaac to oversee me officially canceling my date with Harrison, and then we were right back in each other’s arms.

“This is my pantry and was not intended for your unsanitary fondling. If you wish to do unsavory things to my daughter, perhaps do it in your own pantry.”

Izaac’s fingers roam higher to my knee as he straightens in his seat, no one any wiser that his hand isn’t anywhere near where it’s supposed to be. I shoot a warning glare his way, but he just casually reaches for the pizza on his plate and takes a bite,

Izaac’s fingers slip beneath the hem of my dress and find the apex of my thighs, I suck in a gasp and promptly choke on my wine.

I cross my legs, blocking any access to the promised land, and Izaac immediately settles his hand on my knee, giving it a tight squeeze before pushing it away and spreading my thighs beneath the table.

Izaac’s hand dives for my pussy, rubbing me over my sheer thong. My hips jolt, and when his fingers work their way beneath the fabric and directly to my clit, my hands begin to tremble.

I drop one to my lap as the other clutches Izaac’s wrist, holding him so fucking tight I’m sure I’m cutting off his circulation, but good God, I’m going to explode if he doesn’t ease up.

My fingers clench tighter around his wrists, but he’s relentless and pushes me harder, his fingers scissoring deep inside of me and making me bite down on my lip to suppress a moan.

How the hell are people not noticing?!

Peeling my dress off, I toss it onto my bed before reaching behind me to unclip my bra, and just as the purple lace falls to the ground, my bedroom door opens and I grin wide as Izaac discreetly steps in, his heated gaze roaming over my bare chest.

“And I’ll do it a million times over,” he murmurs, his tone so damn low that my pussy aches for him all over again. “I’ll never tire of your sweet little cunt.” I swallow hard. “You’re playing a risky game today.”

Caesar’s hands fall to my waist, his lips skirting over my neck. “Mmmm, beautiful Aspen. You smell divine,”

Anger flashes in Izaac’s stare, his hands clenched at his side, and it’s clear that whatever bullshit I’m trying to prove, it’s working. He tracks their every movement, watching as their hands lay claim to what’s already his, as their lips dance across the skin he’s so familiar with.

“The only thing I fucked up was walking away from her because of your fragile ego. So yeah, I’m gonna take her home, but I’m taking her to my place, which is where she’s going to be indefinitely because one more fucking day away from her isn’t going to cut it for me. So when you man-the-fuck-up and realize just how much your bullshit is hurting the people around you and come begging for forgiveness, that’s where you’ll find her.”

“Get it through your fucking head. I am in love with your sister, and yeah, she deserves a shitload better than any life I could ever provide her, but for some fucked-up reason, she chose me, and now that I have her, I’m not giving her up.

But you’re supposed to be her greatest supporter. You’re supposed to want the world for her and help her achieve everything she’s ever dreamed of,

Man... I need a brother like that.

I burst into laughter just as Izaac grabs me and pulls me against his chest, his strong arms so perfectly wrapped around me. “I love you so fucking much,” he says

“I’m thinking of calling it Little Birdy.” I gape at him, my heart racing. “What?” “Well, I can’t have all of my clubs named after you and not this one.”

“What are you talking about? They’re not named after me.” He stares back at me, his brow arching before giving me a smug grin. “Aren’t they?”

“Cherry,” he says. “You were nineteen when that club opened, and as much as I want to say it’s because you were in your red lipstick phase, it’s not.”

“Pulse?” I ask. He shrugs his shoulders, his gaze resting on mine. “You were twenty. And that was the first time I noticed just how fast mine was every time you’d walk into a room.”

“And Scandal?” “Isn’t it obvious? You and me together . . .” “Would be the biggest scandal that’s ever rocked our families,” I finish for him.

He holds my stare, as if finishing our conversation in silent messages, willing me to understand why he would call his final club Vixen, and honestly, I think I can work that one out too.

A grin stretches across my face as I trail my fingers down his chest, not stopping until I’m palming his erection through the front of his pants.

“I want to put on a show, but only for you, and you won’t be touching me until you’re on your knees begging to taste me.”

when it comes to fucking, your self-control is nowhere near as good as mine,” he tells me. “You’re gonna break long before I do, and when it comes down to it, you’ll be the one on your knees begging.”

“If I win and you break first, we get a puppy.”

“If I win …” he says, his tone dropping low as he leans back into me, taking me by the back of my neck and holding my stare hostage. Electricity buzzes in the air around us, and I suck in a breath at the way he holds my stare, my hand gripping his shirt and refusing to let go. “If I win, Birdy, I make you my wife.”

I’ve never been one to cheat, never thrown a game, or given less than everything I’ve got, but for the first time in my life, I’ve never wanted to lose so badly.