Stanton Box Set

“Josh, we have every opportunity to have children. There is only a one per cent increased risk in first cousins and the younger I am the risk goes down. I have researched this for years, you stupid man. Besides, I don’t care if we adopt or use a donor egg, whatever. As long as I get to mother your children I will be happy.” He swallows the lump in his throat but doesn’t speak. “Josh, it is not your role to protect me from you, I am not a high school girl giddy on love. I have thought long and hard about our relationship and I will not be with anyone else as long as I know you love me. So if you push me away in some hero act you will only be punishing me with a broken heart.”

“Tash, you don’t know what you are saying,” he whispers.

“Wouldn’t you prefer to be the man who looks after me and loves me and tucks me into bed every night?” My eyes search his. Nodding, he drops his eyes as he thinks.

“Josh, I am not letting you go. I love you too much to do that and you can’t ask that of me. It’s not fair that you have made this decision by yourself when it involves my future, what were you thinking? We have fought too hard already to be pulled apart now.” I grab his arms and wrap them around me and finally he relaxes into me and cuddles me, then he bends down to gently brush his lips over mine.

“Tash, I just need us to break up now if we are going to. It will break me in a few years if you decide that you hate America or the life I live and leave me. I won’t be able to handle it.”

I smile a broad smile. “Do you honestly think that you won’t be making any sacrifices to be with me?” He frowns, not quite understanding my meaning.

“No women or strip clubs and by the way if you pull a trick like you did last night I will kill you with my bare hands and a smile on my face.”

He smiles warmly as he pushes the hair off my forehead and nods. “Deal,” he whispers.

“I mean it Josh, postal. Like Silence of the Lambs–style killing.” He laughs out loud.

“Ok, I get it. Natasha, I didn’t know what to do, I knew I wasn’t strong enough to leave you and I knew you wouldn’t let me. You’re right. I am gutless. I tried to take the easy way out.” He hangs his head in shame.

“Yep,” I smile. “Totally,” I reply as I do wide eyes at him. I frown as I sum up the events.

“Why are you even thinking of babies and me, Josh?” I pause and smile. “Are you going to ask me to marry you?”

His eyes twinkle as he smirks, his head on an angle to the side as he watches me. “No, it doesn’t mean I am going to ask you to marry me.”

I frown in disappointment. “This is probably one of those times when you should shut up and look pretty then, Josh.”

He laughs. “Are you saying you want me to ask you to marry me?” He raises his eyebrows.

I smile and bite my lip. “No, I don’t want you to ask me to marry you.”

He fakes a cranky face. “Now you can shut up and look pretty.”

“Actually I already look pretty and I think you need to be punished,” I smirk.

His eyes shoot up to mine. “Punished,” he repeats.

“Yes I just told you I’m not a giddy schoolgirl and you didn’t bat an eyelash, are you saying I’m an old boiler?”

He laughs again. “Old boiler,” he repeats as he raises an eyebrow. I nod as I smile and he shakes his head. “I’m not saying that at all. What I am saying, though, is that you’re a beautiful slut who is too good for me,” he whispers as he runs his whiskers down the length of my neck. I bite my lip to stifle my smile.

“Way out of your league, Stanton.”

He smiles. “And do pray tell who is in your league, Miss Marx?” His hands run down the length of my body to my behind and he pulls me onto his rock–hard erection. His eyes drop to my lips as he cracks his neck. Why do I find that so damn arousing?

I shrug and act nonchalant. “I don’t know, Jo Manginello or Henry Cavill, Thor, James Bond you know the type, all dominant and hot like.”

He licks his lips and then smirks. “Are you gagging to be punished, Miss Marx, by teasing me with interest in other men?”

I open my mouth to feign shock. “Me?” I smile.

“Yes, you. If it’s domination you want then I’m only too happy to serve it up,” he growls and picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. “Out of my league, let me initiate you into my league, Miss Marx.” He marches down the hall to our bedroom and he kicks open the door. “There’s a reason your name has an X in it,” he growls as he slaps me hard on the behind before he throws me onto the bed. I lie back as he rips my pants down and my shirt over my head so violently he nearly rips them. I am panting as anticipation seeps through my bones, my head lies back as he spreads my legs and looks down at my glistening sex, his mouth slightly open. He cracks his neck hard. Mmm. He looks up at me and without taking his eyes off mine he slowly undresses. His body is hard everywhere and my eyes drop to his perfect manhood and my name burnt into his side. This is desire…pure unadulterated lust. I feel the familiar rush of moisture as he opens my legs to his gaze and swipes his fingertips through me, his breath catching at the contact. How did I get here? So totally in love and lust with this magnificent beast. And he is a beast, even if I wanted to back out I know he would take me anyway. Just the thought of his domination over my body has me weeping for him and eager to please him. He bends and runs his whiskers up the inside of my thigh until he gets to my centre and without taking his eyes from mine he runs his tongue through my creamy arousal. He lifts my legs over his shoulders and then he is in me, his tongue unleashed. Oh damn, he’s good at this, my eyes close and my head rolls to one side as I watch him, my hands running through his hair. He reaches up and links my fingers with his as his tongue dives deep into my body, long deep licks. I’m close and I start to quiver, he releases my hand and pushes three fingers into me and I jump. He sits back and watches me as he fucks me hard with his fingers, my eyes closing and my body finding a rhythm of its own and bearing down on him hard.

“Oh yes, that’s it, precious girl,” he whispers. “Squeeze me and warm yourself up for my cock.” He starts to move his hand quicker and I can’t help it. I start to jump, my body flying headfirst into a hard orgasm and I scream out loud. He leans in and then slides into me as he lifts my legs over his shoulders, his open mouth on my inside ankle. His hooded eyes watch me as my body tries to accommodate him, god it’s too much. I’m too sensitive, too swollen.

“Josh wait,” I whisper. “I can’t…wait a minute.” I gasp.

He slams into me harder. “You can and you will. Squeeze me and suck out my come, it’s yours.” I close my eyes as I ride the deep punishing rhythm, each stroke harder and deeper than the last until I can take it no longer and I scream into his mouth as another powerful orgasm rips through me. He stills and then it’s one…two… three pumps and he growls into my mouth as he kisses me hard. We both pant, covered in sweat, as our hearts beat out of control.