Devour Me, Baby - A Yeah, Baby Novella

“Please don’t make me wait, baby. Let me have you.”

Throwing caution to the wind, I whispered, “Yes.”

“That’s right, baby. You know you’re mine, don’t you?”

My yes was ripped from my throat as he drove into me with one powerful thrust. Even as I registered the pain I was feeling, my pussy clamped down on him as though it didn’t want to let him go.

“Shit,” I hissed.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” He kissed my face, licking the tears from my cheeks as he whispered to me. Telling me how beautiful I was. How much he wished he didn’t have to hurt me. That it would feel better soon. Holding still the whole time, with his cock wedged deep inside me.

“I’m okay.” I’d said it to reassure him, but was surprised to find it to be true when I wiggled my hips and pleasure zinged through me. “But I’ll be even better if you start moving.”

“You sure?”

I anchored my knees at his hips and dug my fingernails into his shoulders. “Yes, damn it!”

“Hold on, baby. This is going to be one hell of a ride.”

And boy, was it. He slowly slid out, only to slam right back inside. Over and over again, his hips picking up speed as I got wetter. I heard our skin slapping together, my cries mixing with his groans.

“Owen,” I gasped, feeling it build inside me again.

“That’s right, baby. Let go for me. Squeeze my cock until we’re both coming. Together.”

He lifted my hips, pounding into me at a new angle that had me flying apart again. He followed right behind me, calling my name and collapsing on top of me when he was done.

“I can’t believe that’s what I’ve been missing out on all this time,” I panted.

“Only because what we have is special, Sienna. But don’t worry. We’ll make up for lost time.” I smiled up at him, wondering how I was ever going to be able to manage school and a new job when all I wanted to do was stay in bed with Owen forever.

7

Owen

“Sienna?” I called as I perused the contract that had been sent over earlier in the morning.

It had been three weeks since I moved her in with me, and I was rarely separated from her. Other than her classes at school, I’d shown that I was serious when I said she would be devoting the rest of her time to me. And while I made sure we spent plenty of it in bed, doing my best to knock her up, she’d become invaluable to me in my business as well.

There was an entrance to a private bathroom on one side of my office, but an empty office sat on the other. So I set her up in there and had a construction crew out to put in an adjoining door the very next day. It was only ever closed if I was fucking her in the office, which happened often since she was my favorite afternoon snack.

When I didn’t get a response, I lifted my head and glanced into her office. Her desk was empty. “Baby?”

Still nothing.

A smile pulled at the corners of my mouth and I stood, walking into her office to confirm her absence. I’d gotten to know my girl, inside and out, and if she wasn’t in her office, I knew exactly where she was.

I headed to the kitchen and sure enough, Sienna was perched on a stool near where Andy was working and they were quietly chatting. There were several spices lined up in front of Sienna. She lifted one, sniffed it, then wrote something in a notebook she had off to the side. She’d been extremely curious about the science behind Andy’s choices when choosing how to prepare the food.

When she’d first mentioned her interest, I’d given her an article about mixology, the art of mixing cocktails through molecular gastronomy. She’d been fascinated, and determined to figure out how to apply the same tools to food, not just drinks.

It shouldn’t have surprised me that the two of them had clicked. Sienna was charismatic, funny, selfless, and so easy to love. But, even so, I’d been shocked when Andy had welcomed Sienna into her kitchen. I owned the place and frequently found myself banished…

I came up behind Sienna and slid my arms around her waist, hugging her back into my chest. Her hair was pulled back in a braid, leaving her neck exposed. My head dipped to brush a kiss over the sensitive spot behind her ear and I smiled when she shivered.

“I knew I’d find you in here,” I chuckled. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you preferred Andy’s company over mine.”

“Hi!” She tilted her head back and beamed at me. Then excitedly launched into an explanation of what she’d learned from Andy that day and some dishes she wanted to try in our kitchen.

“I’ll put the fire department on standby.” I grinned when she scowled at me, then wiped the look off of her face with a deep kiss. I’d continued to try and teach her to cook and so far, she’d mastered boiling water and scrambled eggs. And we’d experimented several times with different syrups and creams to decide what made her the most delicious dessert. I had yet to find anything I didn’t enjoy licking off her body.

But, when she wanted to test out her theories, I did most of the cooking.

“Jeez, start a fire two times…” she grumbled. Andy laughed and with exaggerated slowness, dragged a dish towel away from Sienna.

She chuckled and shrugged. “Probably a smart move. It’s one thing to burn my own kitchen down, but I don’t want to risk Saphyre.”

Hearing her refer to it as her “own,” I felt a surge of tenderness. I hugged her close and kissed the top of her head. She sighed, and my cock roared to life. It was the same contented sound I heard each and every time after I’d made her come.

“Let’s go back to my office, baby. I need to talk to you about something. And”—I purred as I pushed my erection into her back—“I’m hungry.”

She squirmed in her seat, making me even harder. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and run back to my office where I could—

“I can whip something up for you guys,” Andy offered as she speedily sliced through an onion.

“Thanks, Andy. But that’s not the kind of snack I had in mind.” I smirked as I watched a flush creep up the back of Sienna’s neck.

“Owen,” she hissed, at the same time Andy yelped and covered her ears, running to the other side of the room. I threw my head back as I laughed, my chest and shoulders shaking from the force of my mirth. After it subsided, I grabbed Sienna around the waist and tossed her over my shoulder, fireman style, then made a beeline for my office.

Once we were inside, I slammed both doors shut and locked them before gently lowering her to her feet in front of the two chairs sitting side by side and facing my desk. I flipped her around and slid her black, linen skirt up to bunch around her waist. Then I took her hands and guided them to the chair backs, one on each, and curled her fingers around them. “Climb on and hold tight, baby,” I growled.

They were sturdy, extremely heavy chairs and I knew they would withstand what I had planned for her. I helped her into position, placing one knee on each chair, their arm rests in between. In order to keep herself perched above them, she had to push her ass back and up. I dropped to my knees, ripped her lacy pink thong, and tossed it to the side. With her legs spread wide, she was in the perfect position. Her pussy glistened, and I licked my lips in anticipation of that first sweet taste of her nectar.

My hands glided up the backs of her thighs until they reached the apex. I drew one finger between her southern lips and licked it clean. With my hands palming her ass, I spread her open, baring her naked pussy. “Fuck, you’re pink and swollen, baby. And wet, so fucking wet,” I groaned. Finally, I leaned in and licked her slit from front to back.

She moaned and quivered, causing a rush of liquid to seep out which I greedily lapped up. Fucking hell. For some reason, she seemed to taste even sweeter. Something was different, and it caused a frenzy inside me. I buried my head in her pussy, licking, sucking, biting. I speared my tongue into her opening and she cried out, her muscles clenching around it. My cock had swelled painfully and was leaking steadily, most likely making a complete mess of

my pants. It wanted its turn, but I forced it to be patient while I finished eating.