Stanton Box Set

“Don’t come,” he whispers into me and the vibrations send me into a spiral and an orgasm I don’t think I can stop. “No!” he snaps and pulls his fingers out. I whimper at the loss. He waits for me to settle. He pushes three fingers into me as his tongue once again softens my rear, spreading saliva. God he’s good at this. He is definitely god’s gift to women, without a frigging doubt in my mind. I feel uncomfortable letting him do this to me, but I can’t stop him. It just feels too good. Then he’s up, leaning over me as he continues to fuck me with his fingers and he kisses me over my shoulder. A deep hungry tongue kiss. He bites my lip as I feel his thumb pressure my rear entrance. I hold my breath and my mouth is open as I feel the pressure he is putting on my opening.

“Relax presh. Let me in,” he whispers. His breathing is heavy as he tries to control his arousal. I drop my head as I close my eyes and then he’s in. His thumb is pulsing into me in time with his fingers into my swollen sex. Oh dear god! I instantly start to groan as my hips drop by themselves towards the penetration.

“That’s it,” he kisses my back. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” He bites my shoulder blade. I start to quiver and he stills his fingers. “Don’t come,” he whispers into my back as he tries to control his breathing. “I can’t wait to take you here,” he smiles into my back. “I’m aching for it.” I moan a sound that, if I hadn’t made it myself, I would sw

ear came from a beached whale. I feel like I am having an out–of–body experience. This level of arousal is new to me. I pant in anticipation as I nod, unable to speak.

“You’re going to fucking love it. Love my cock buried deep in your beautiful tight ass.” Holy shit if someone had told me I would actually like this, I would not have ever believed it. Not in a million years. This is unexpectedly intimate in a new raw kind of way. “But you’re not ready yet presh. I have to get you ready. And I’m not ready,” he whispers as he gently kisses my back again.

My orgasm fog temporarily lifts. “Why aren’t you ready, Josh?” I know for certain he likes a bit of kink—why wouldn’t he be ready?

“Because once I take you there, we are playing for keeps.” He pumps his fingers hard again and my eyes close and I moan.

“Do it Josh. Take me now,” I whisper. “I want to be yours, I need to be yours.”

“Not yet,” he smiles into my back and he picks up the pace and strength so the bed starts to rock. Holy shit, that’s it. I start to quiver and he whispers into my ear.

“Come for me.” I convulse into the most violent orgasm I have ever experienced and I fall onto my stomach. He puts his hands under my hips and pulls me up. “Back on your knees,” he snaps. He slowly feeds his thick length into my swollen sex, pulling my hips back onto him. He holds my hips up as he slowly sinks into me. He groans. “You’re such a hot fuck,” he snaps as he slowly pulls out and then slams back into me. “You are so addictive,” he whispers as he repeatedly drives into me. Oh no…can’t be. I start to quiver again.

“Josh, I can’t come again, I…I…it’s too much,” I whimper.

“You can and you will,” he bites out in a husky voice. He reaches around and with precision swipes the tips of his four fingertips over my clitoris and I convulse into another earth–shattering orgasm. I scream into the mattress but before I can relax he’s pulled out and is around on his knees in front of me. What the fuck?

“Open.” He whispers. I go to speak but, before I can, he has me by the hair, pulling my mouth onto his cock. Holy shit. I’m not sure about this but one look at the arousal level in his eyes has me begging to please him.

“Suck,” he yells. I start to deep–throat his large engorged cock. I feel so out of control, so unlike me, but I’ve never felt so alive. He pulls back and rides my open mouth as he grips me by the hair.

“Tash, you fuck me so good,” he whispers. “I’m going to blow so hard, baby.” On the sixth stroke he stills and jerks as he comes in a rush, flooding my mouth with his seed. It hits the back of my throat with such force that my gag reflex kicks in and I automatically retch.

“Swallow,” he whispers as he pants while throwing his head back and gently rubs the back of my head. I nod as I swallow and follow the clean–up with gentle laps. He is gasping for air as he holds my shoulders for balance. Perspiration covers our bodies. My eyes meet his as I rise from my kneeling position and he smiles and falls back onto the bed with his eyes closed, pulling me with him. He kisses my forehead and pulls me into an embrace.

“I fucking adore you,” he smiles.

I smile as I sink into his embrace. “Josh.”

“Mmm, baby,” he answers with his eyes closed.

“You can add porn star to my resume. That was porn–star sex.”

“Hmm,” he smiles with his eyes closed. “That was hot sex and it had my favourite ending.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

“The happy ending.”

“Doesn’t all sex have a happy ending?”

He shakes his head. “Some endings are happier than others.”

I giggle as I cuddle into him. “Josh I need a drink and a shower.”

He kisses me on the forehead. “I’ll get the drinks; you run the shower.” I nod as I lean up onto my elbow.

“Leave the soap on the floor,” he smirks.

Chapter 18

I roll over and hit a brick wall. My eyes shoot open at the unexpected lump in my bed. To my utter disbelief, I am lying next to a naked sleeping hunk of a man. I smile as the realisation that Joshua stayed sinks in. He’s out cold on his back with his arm under my head. My body is draped half over his, our legs entwined. I’m amazed when I stop and look at him how utterly gorgeous he is. His dark–chocolate hair, dark lashes and olive skin are a stark contrast against my white bed linen. His swollen red lips gently open and close as he breathes. I know I have said it before but I am totally punching above my weight here. He is just so… out of my league. My eyes drop to his tanned rippled torso. My name firmly branding his body—goose bumps scatter me every time I look at that tattoo. It means so much to me. The fact that he got that at a time when our love was so distant. And yet he still committed, without knowing if we had any kind of future together. I will forever be grateful that our limited time together previously meant as much to him as it did to me. For the first time in seven years I am proud that I didn’t give into desire and that I kept myself only for him. I haven’t told him that fact yet, I’m not sure if I ever will. At first I kept the secret so that he wouldn’t be worried about hurting me when we had sex. I didn’t want to be lacking or for him to have a preconceived idea that I was inexperienced in bed. But after last night I’m pretty sure he’s not being gentle anymore, actually I’m sure of it. The man’s a deviant and the thought brings a satisfied smile to my face. Our relationship is complicated. My darkest fear is that we are not going to make it. But I owe it to myself to try. I could never move on knowing I didn’t give it my best shot. I just wish we didn’t have so many things against us; it’s exhausting. I want to be with him when he wakes but nature is screaming at me and I need to go to the bathroom. I gently rise from bed and his arm feels around the bed for my body warmth. I smile as I rise from the bed and gingerly tiptoe to the bathroom. After the quickest wee in history I brush my teeth and sprint back to bed. He is still out cold. I lie and watch him for nearly an hour, my mind deep in thought. I don’t want him to fight with his mother over me. That’s the last thing I want. She’s trying to protect him and, in all honesty, if my son was embarking on a relationship like ours that was so passionate and volatile, I don’t know how I would react either. It’s obvious she thinks I am going to hurt him again. I wonder if he told her I never played up on him all those years ago. I doubt she would have given him the chance to elaborate. What about Brock? I wince as I remember that he is onto us. I wonder what happened last night between him and Joshua outside. Did they fight? Surely the bodyguards would have stopped it, wouldn’t they? That’s right, what’s with the bodyguard claiming to be mine? Seriously, that’s just way too much NCIS action, who in the hell would want to hurt me? Joshua has been watching too many movies. My eyes go back to the Adonis in my bed and I smile as I watch him. Am I the only woman deeply in love with him? Is Amelie in love with him? Is he in love with her? He told me last night that he is completely mine. Please let that be true. He hasn’t told me how he feels about me, apart from the adore thing but then adore isn’t love. We only have three more weeks together and we need to decide our future. I just wish we had more time to work this mess out. He gently starts to wake and I can’t help but smile—it’s like Christmas morning. He opens one eye and smiles a sleepy smile at me and pulls me into an embrace and kisses my forehead.