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  "Not crazy about the idea of you with other men. I just want to finish our conversation. You don't have to sleep with me." Neither of us is very convinced by my lie, but she agrees to come home with me. The thought of letting her out of my sight causes my stomach to cramp. I plan on doing everything in my power to convince her to stay.

  When we get back to my place, I take her to the den and tell her to wait while I get us drinks. Using the time away from her to once again calm my raging dick seems like a good idea, but I know this hard-on isn't going anywhere until I'm buried nine inches deep in my sweetheart.

  As I'm walking back into the room, I decide to be a gentleman and give her one chance. "Baby, I don't want to let you go tonight, but if you want to sleep in the guest room, go there now and I'll see you in the morning. If you stay, I plan on having you in my bed, and sleeping won't be involved."

  Her shocked eyes look up at me. "Wow, this is moving really fast."

  I shrug my shoulders and give her one last chance. "I took one look at you and knew. Last chance for tonight." I point at the hallway, but she remains sitting on the sofa. Her decision is now made.

  I sit next to her on the sofa and take her soft hand in mine. When I lightly kiss the back of her knuckles, her breathing becomes erratic, and I slowly kiss my way up her arm, relishing her shivers. After placing a small kiss on the side of her neck, I turn her head to take her juicy lips and lightly nibble on them before thrusting my tongue inside her sweet mouth for a taste. Her hands grip my hair tightly, and the slight pain turns my cock to stone. Pre-cum leaks like a faucet into the front of my pants.

  When she turns and straddles my lap and starts rubbing her wet center on my engorged erection, I lose all control and grab her hips. I hold her tightly to my hungry cock and dry hump the fuck out of her. Right as I'm about to free my dick and fuck her, I come to my senses and realize I'm not fucking my future wife for the first time on my living room sofa. So, I stand with her still wrapped around the front of me.

  "Our first time isn't going to happen on my sofa,” I growl as I rush down the hallway with my precious cargo in my arms.

  I lay her on my bed and stand back to admire the beautiful sight. "If this isn't what you want, now is the time to say so." I give her one last opportunity to run.

  "Please, fuck me." Her face blushes prettily with her dirty words.

  I grab her feet and pull the sandals off, tossing them across the room. When she tries to help with her dress, I push her hands away and turn her. After unzipping the dress, I let it fall from her shoulders and puddle on the ground at her feet. I almost come in my pants when I see that she is completely bare under the dress. I take several deep breaths to calm myself.

  "Bad girls leave the house without underwear." I lean over and take one of her rosy nipples between my teeth and give a slight tug. After arching her back and crying out, she grabs my hair and begs me for more, so I treat the other side to the same torture.

  Once I have given both of her breasts equal attention, I kiss and nip my way down her delectable body until I’m so close to her hungry pussy I can almost taste it. After spreading her pink lips open, I lightly lick her juicy center then bite her clit while thrusting two fingers into her tight core. Her pussy squeezes my fingers with every stroke, and wet, smacking sounds along with her moans fill the room. My cock nearly detonates when she shudders and screams loudly as she comes all over my hand.

  While she is still writhing on the bed from her orgasm, I rip my clothes off and climb on top of her. All the breath leaves my body with the first thrust into her silky core. Her satiny walls close around my dick and squeeze, and we both groan loudly. "Fuck, baby, you feel good," I manage to croak past my tight throat.

  "Please, don't stop." Her nails are digging into my shoulders as she arches her back. Her pussy is strangling my cock, and my balls are drenched when a sudden orgasm overtakes her body. I fuck her through her orgasm, reaching down between our bodies to rub her clit until her pussy spasms again. She screams loudly at the sensation overload. When I finally let go, my cock spews all the cum I've been holding back. I almost black out, barely catching myself and rolling over before I fall on Cassie.

  "Damn, baby. You have completely ruined me." It's several minutes before I'm able to talk. Cassie lies with her head on my shoulder, and I make plans to move her shit into my apartment because I refuse to give her up now that I've made her mine.

  Chapter Three

  Cassie

  "Callie, I know what I'm doing. Please, stop yelling at me." I hold the phone away from my ear as my sister continues to scream. I’ve just told her I moved in with Trevor after one date. I waited until Trevor went to work to call Callie because I knew this call wouldn't go well.

  "Okay, when he shreds my heart, I won't come running to you," I yell back and hang up on my twin. My heart breaks, but I know our bond will survive this fight like it has survived every other argument we've had in the past. Once she has cooled off, she'll call me back, and we can talk about this calmly.

  After the call with Callie, my mom calls and I get the old "why can't you be responsible like your sister" speech. I rush her off the phone and decide to ignore my family’s calls for a while. Since my classes are in the afternoon, I spend the morning putting away my things and exploring Trevor's apartment.

  One issue has been coffee. Since the coffeemaker in my old apartment belonged to my roommate, I couldn't take it when I moved out. Trevor doesn't drink coffee, so he doesn't own a coffeemaker. Three days without coffee has turned me into a maniac. I was going to buy a cheap coffeemaker, but Trevor told me to wait until tonight, and he would take me to get one. Tomorrow, I will have my coffee again.

  "You didn't have to get such a fancy coffeemaker." Trevor sets the box on the counter and leans over to kiss me on the lips.

  "Later on, you can thank me for your gift." As he wiggles his eyebrows, I smack him on the shoulder.

  "It's really a gift for you. Now, I won't be so grumpy in the mornings," I tease, and he laughs and turns to take me in his arms.

  "Don't worry, I'll just fuck the grumpiness out of you." The new coffeemaker is forgotten as he carries me to the bedroom.

  My pussy is still a little sore from his huge dick, and I wince when he reaches under my dress to push my panties aside. Trevor frowns and asks, "Are you in pain, baby?"

  "You're huge, and I've never had sex three times a day before." He smirks and kisses my nose before walking into the bathroom. The jet tub starts up, and Trevor strolls back into the room while shedding his clothes.

  "Let's take a bath together and give you a chance to recover. I don't want my sweetheart hurting." As he is speaking, I start pulling off my clothes and follow him to climb into the tub. We settle into the steamy water with my back to his stomach. I can feel his hard cock up against my back, and even though my pussy is sore, I can't resist the urge to rub up against his aroused flesh.

  "God, baby. Have mercy on me." He groans, and I turn and face him and take his dick in my hand. We both look down under the water as I squeeze his dick and fondle his sack. As his head drops back against the tub, his hips rise up to meet my movements, and tortured groans fall from his lips. The hot water has soothed away my pain, and I can't resist the urge to impale myself on his cock. His startled eyes pop open and meet mine on the first thrust. All pain is forgotten, and it only takes a few thrusts before we are both shouting our pleasure.

  After we dry off and clean up the water throughout the bathroom, we decide to install my fancy coffeemaker, so I have everything ready for tomorrow morning. While I'm putting away all the coffee and supplies, Trevor goes to work in his home office because he has an important case that is taking a lot of his time. Trevor is still working on his case when I finish my homework, so I decide to go to bed. The bed is lonely without him, but it will give my sore pussy a chance to recover.

  The next morning, I wake up to an empty bed and a note from Trevor. He has an early meeting and won't be home until
late tonight. Since I don't have school until late this afternoon, I'm wondering what I will do with myself when the phone rings and my friend Jenna from the Saturday painting class asks me to lunch.

  I recommend J&A Grill, and we agree to meet there in a couple of hours. Even at eleven in the morning, the place is hopping. The hostess is about to refuse us a table when Jeremy recognizes me and comes over. "Trish, this is my brother's girlfriend. She always gets a great table. No matter what."

  Then he turns to us and says, "Sorry, I can't stay and talk, but I'll try to stop by your table in a few minutes."

  After he walks away, the bitchy hostess grabs two menus and glares as she shows us to a small table in the back of the restaurant. We order and are waiting when I feel someone touch my shoulder. I'm shocked to find my ex-boyfriend, Justin, standing at my side. I barely turn my head to the side and lean out of his reach to avoid his lips when he attempts to kiss me. "Uh, hi," I manage to stammer out while scooting to the farthest end of my chair.

  "I noticed you over here and wanted to stop by and say hello." His lecherous smile makes my skin crawl. We broke up several months ago when he moved on to another girl without the courtesy of breaking up with me first. I walked in on him and his new fling going at it and walked right back out of his life.

  "That's nice, but we really don't have anything to say to each other." The memories of that night cause my words to come out a little harshly.

  "I miss you. Can we meet and talk?" Jenna is watching our exchange intently when Jeremy walks up to the table.

  "Is there a problem over here?" He stands next to my chair and stares at Justin.

  "No problem, just asking my girl on a date." At my gasp, Justin rubs my shoulder and laughs a little.

  "Last I heard, Cassie was living with my brother, so I know for a fact she isn't your girl. Get your ass back to your table, or I will take great pleasure in throwing you out." After Justin slinks away, I turn to Jeremy and say, "Thank you. I don't know why that creep would think he could talk to me. We haven't seen each other for months."

  "No problem, my brother would kick that guy's ass if he tried anything with you. I'll be around if he gives you any more trouble." As he is walking away, Jenna mouths, "Wow," and I nod in agreement.

  A few minutes later, when her eyes widen and I feel a presence behind me, I turn, ready to tell Justin off, only to find Trevor standing next to my chair. "Hey, baby, I heard you may need some help." He leans down and takes my lips, and the entire restaurant and Justin are forgotten as he plunders my mouth.

  When he finally releases my mouth, he looks around the place and asks, "Where's the stupid fuck?"

  "Your brother already took care of everything." I try to defuse the situation, but there is a vein pounding on the side of his neck. His jaw is clenched tightly, betraying his fury.

  "I want to make sure there isn't a repeat. Where is he?" When he asks this time, Jenna points a finger across the room at Justin. His eyes widen, and his throat works furiously as Trevor stomps across the restaurant toward him. When Trevor reaches the table, Justin leans away from him, but Trevor grabs him by the front of his shirt to shake him while snarling in his face.

  By the time Trevor shoves him back into the booth and angrily makes his way over to our table, sweat is pouring off of Justin's face. The tremor in his hands is visible from across the room. After striding back to our table, Trevor takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. “I’m going to borrow her for a minute.” Then he pulls me behind him down the darkened back hallway.

  When we get to the last door at the end of the hallway, he shoves it open and hurries me inside. Before I can look around, the air rushes from my lungs as he covers my lips and uses his large body to pin me against the door. I wrap my arms around his neck and get lost in his kiss until a loud banging on the door startles me.

  “Hey, asshole, no fucking your girl in my office!” Jeremy yells through the door, causing Trevor to growl and drop his forehead onto my shoulder with a quiet laugh.

  “We better get out here or the bastard will just keep banging on the door.” He helps me adjust my clothing before walking me back out to my table.

  When we get to the table, Jeremy is standing next to the table talking to Jenna. “See, I told you I’d find them.” He winks at her and heads back to the kitchen.

  “Well, baby, I need to get back to work. I’ll see you at home tonight.” Trevor kisses me again and waves goodbye to Jenna before walking by Justin's table one more time on his way out the door.

  "Holy cow, that was hot," Jenna stutters out after a few minutes. "Where can I get a man like him?" I shrug my shoulders and fan myself. A few minutes later, Justin and his group leave, and I breathe a sigh of relief. We finish eating, and I head straight to Trevor's apartment to change my panties. His alpha display and the make-out session turned me on and caused my pussy to leak like a faucet.

  Chapter Four

  Trevor

  Ninety-percent of my brain is occupied with Cassie. It’s a miracle I get any work done. I have to force myself to leave for work every morning, and then I count the minutes until I can leave work and return home to her at night. The workaholic of old is gone, and my partners and employees are wondering what the fuck has happened, but I don’t care. I spend most of my day wondering what my girl is doing and wishing I could be with her.

  I shake my head while listening to the whispered crying outside my door. My secretary, Miranda, is pregnant and has a difficult relationship with her fiancé. She’s been bringing her relationship problems into the office lately, and it’s starting to disrupt her work. I’m trying to remain supportive but may soon have to take action. One partner is going through a divorce, and Miranda is having relationship troubles, so I haven’t mentioned too much about my new relationship at the office. A few minutes later, Miranda knocks on my door and reminds me that I have an important meeting to attend, so I head to the conference room.

  The meeting is finishing up when the text from my brother comes through. Some punk asshole thinks he can make a play for my girl. I leave Jared in charge of arranging the next round of talks and rush to J&A Grill to put an end to this problem really quick.

  When I walk into my brother's place, I spot Cassie right away, and luckily, there is no asshole anywhere near her table. My brother is standing in the kitchen doorway, and when I look at him, he signals with his head at the dark-haired slime ball sitting in a booth across the room from my girl. I decide to talk to my girl before I have a little discussion with the dickhead.

  Shock registers across my girl's face when I greet her and devour her mouth in front of everyone. Cassie's little friend points out the jerk because my girl is too preoccupied to respond to my inquiry. As I make my way over to his table, his eyes widen, and sweat pops out on his forehead. When I'm standing within reach, I grab the front of his cheap shirt and lean real close to his face so he can't miss my words. "Don't ever make the mistake of trying to get in touch with my girl again. Don't look at her again. Don't approach her again. And if you want to keep breathing, don't make the mistake of ever trying to contact her. I will rip off your nuts and feed them to you if I find you anywhere near her."

  As I'm speaking, he gets paler and paler. By the time I finish my speech, I know this asshole will listen to my warning, so I toss him back into the booth and make my way back to Cassie's table. Since I want to give Cassie time with her friend, I tell her I'll see her later and head back to work to finish the day, but first, I need a little taste to tide me over through the rest of my workday.

  Later that night, when I walk into the dark apartment, I wonder why Cassie isn't there to greet me. After throwing my things in my office, I walk down the hallway and get quite a surprise when I open the bedroom door. The room is dimly lit with only candles illuminating it, and Cassie is lying naked across the bed waiting for me.

  My cock instantly hardens in my pants and starts dripping pre-cum while I remove my clothes slowly to give Cassie a show. The materi
al touching my overheated body almost causes me to blow my load as I slip my pants down my legs, but I hold on and reach for the buttons on my shirt and slowly release them while Cassie's eyes follow my every movement. By the time all my clothes are lying in a pile on the bedroom floor, Cassie is squirming on the bed, and my control is shattered.

  I grab her ankles and drag her beautiful ass to the edge of the bed. "Time for me to eat," I murmur before kneeling at her feet. I spread her legs and run my tongue through her velvety lips. When I bite her clit, she grabs my hair and tugs me closer. While I slowly lick and nip at her pussy, my fingers thrust into her wet depths and stroke her until she throws back her head and cries out.

  After she releases her death grip on my head, I pick her up and place her back in the center of the bed. Slowly kissing my way to her gorgeous pink nipples, I suck on one while tugging on the other.

  "Please, fuck me," she cries out.

  I whisper in her ear, "Don't worry, baby. I plan on fucking you all night long."

  When I thrust my aching dick into her wet core, the feeling of rightness overtakes me, and I pause for a moment to enjoy the happiness coursing through me. As her hungry pussy starts fluttering around my cock, I lose control and pound her until she leans up and sinks her sharp little teeth into my shoulder. The pain mixed with the intense pleasure of her pulsating flesh cause cum to spew from my dick when an orgasm hits me out of nowhere. Fortunately, she comes at the same time and screams my name while showering my balls with her juices.

  "Damn, give me a few minutes to recover, and I'll make good on my promise to fuck you all night," I promise once I'm able to talk.

  The next morning, when I climb out of bed, my aching dick is raw and my balls feel like they've been turned inside out from the night of fucking. At thirty-nine, I'm too old to spend too many nights like last night, but the urge to mark my girl and remind her who she belonged to was too strong. I needed to remind us both of my position in her life.