Chapter 8

LACEY

Emilia waved at me from across the room as she watched the model train snake around the store with a group of other children. Despite her heavy winter jacket making her look like a puffy marshmallow, she insisted on bringing Mr. Snuffles with her, which she clutched in the crook of her arm.

I smiled and waved back. The entire store was a wonderland of everything Christmas. Around displays of candy canes, giant wooden nutcrackers, and tinsel-covered trees, the train chugged along before circling back to the center of the store where there was a model train set that was a miniature recreation of Paradise Peaks.

Keeping my eye on Emilia, my mind drifted to what happened last night in the kitchen. After so many days of longing and repressing my desires, Blake finally confirmed that he was falling in love with me as much as I was falling in love with him. My entire body tingled with heat at the memory of his touch. I clenched my thighs as a rush of warmth rushed from my belly to my core. He had strummed my body like we had been lovers all our lives, and he knew just what got me off. Even now, I could still taste the faint flavor of him on my lips.

I had been so sure that we were going to make love last night, but something spooked him at the last minute. My mind raced through what it could have been. By the time I woke up this morning, he was already gone from the apartment, leaving only a brief handwritten note as an explanation. The loaf of bread we made together was the only evidence that any of it had happened.

Nothing was going to be the same from now on. Everything had changed. He could run and hide, but I knew him now. Knew how he tasted. Knew how he felt pressed against my body. We had to talk.

Emilia was still engrossed with the train just like the rest of the children, so I took the time to examine a display of ornaments next to me. Shopping for Christmas presents was the exact distraction I needed at the moment.

Among the collection of standard reindeer, angel, and globe ornaments, there were some unique ones in the mix. I had no idea what to get a billionaire who already had everything, but the little bread loaf ornament was exactly what I was looking for.

Snatching one of the ornaments off of the hook on the display, I quickly went to the cashier's counter nearby. After I paid, I waited for the employees behind the counter to wrap the ornament. For Emilia, I already commissioned a crochet bunny hat from Katie before the trip. Her present was already waiting to be placed under the tree in our hotel apartment. I took the wrapped ornament and happy that all of my Christmas shopping was now done, I went over to join the Emilia.

That evening, we had a quiet dinner at home. Blake ordered a complete seafood feast from the restaurant downstairs. The chef from the restaurant came up to our suite to personally set the table for us. Our dinner was served family style and contained multiple main dishes, including a seafood medley pasta, lobster tails, and grilled halibut. We also had a delicious lobster bisque which we ate with the bread we baked last night. Despite my fears that a child would be squeamish about so many exotic foods, Emilia was distracted by telling Blake about her exciting day at the store with the choo-choo train.

As we ate, I couldn't help but glance at Blake. He was too engrossed by his niece's tales to acknowledge me, or at least he pretended to be. The tension of what was left unsaid was palpable in the air. By the time Emilia was in bed, I was ready to explode with the need to confront Blake about what happened last night.

Blake had finished cleaning up and started the dishwasher when I walked back into the kitchen. I knew he heard me come in, but he kept pretending that he needed to wipe down the gleaming countertop. He was avoiding me, I knew it. While I was afraid of poking the beast, I had to know the truth.

"Do you find me repulsive?" Last night was one of the best moments of my life, but if it meant that I had ruined the blossoming friendship between us and the bond I had with Emilia, then I wished it hadn't happened at all. "We can pretend none of it happened and let everything go back to normal. I don't want this to impact my relationship with Emilia. The last thing that child needs in her life is instability."

Blake's head snapped up, his eyes searching mine. "You're many things, Lacey, but the last thing I would've pegged you for is a fool."

I opened my mouth, but before I could protest, he sighed deeply and continued. "You're right that we should pretend nothing happened and go back to normal after this trip."

My heart shattered as he spoke. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I blinked away the moisture in my eyes. I was damned if I was going to let him see how much his words hurt.

"Because you have utterly ruined me, Lacey Conway. When I am with you, it's like nothing else in the world exists. The power you have over me scares me to the core." He closed the distance between us in two strides. Cupping my cheeks in his hands, he held my gaze. "You make me lose control, and I fucking hate it. But I love you."

I didn't know it was possible to fly from the depths of despair to the heights of euphoria in a single moment. My head felt like I was drunk as I processed what he was telling me.

"I love you too, Blake," I whispered.

Electricity sizzled between us. Looming over me, his copper eyes flashed darkly. I could feel the heat rising from his body.

"I need you to be sure because I will have all of you. Once I make you mine, there is no turning back."

"Please, make me yours."

In one swift motion, he swung me up in his arms and carried me to his room where he tossed me onto the bed. With movements faster than I could follow, he made quick work of tugging off my clothes. I tried to help him undress, but he batted my clumsy hands away with impatience.

Towering over me, I was acutely aware of our size difference. He was a giant who could break me with a single hand. I was completely at his mercy. Soon he was upon me, wrapping my hair in his hand as he held me in place. Hungrily, I returned his kiss. While he kept me pinned as he devoured my mouth, his other hand explored my body with a possessive touch. Cupping and kneading my breast, he teased my nipples with his thumb until they stood tight and hard for his touch.

Suddenly, he broke our kiss, leaving me bereft and cold. Before I could react, he dropped to his knees and gripping my thighs, he tugged me until my butt was on the edge of the bed and my legs slung over his shoulders.

My hips jolted up at the first touch of his tongue on my clit. Blake let out a warning growl that buzzed through my womb. His fingers tightened around my thighs until I was sure he was going to leave five bruises on each side. Without mercy, he worried my clit with his tongue with firm and insistent swipes.

I cried out, unable to do anything but succumb to the pleasure he wrung out of my body. My hands gripped his hair, pulling him closer to my core. Deeper. More. I wanted all of him inside of me. As if he heard my unspoken wish, he plunged three fingers into my channel, stretching me to my limits as he twisted his fingers and pumped them into me. If his fingers felt this big, then what was it going to feel like when he fucked me with his cock?

Blake soothed away the pain, doubling his efforts on my clit.

I arched my back, screaming and pleading for him to let me come. My hips bucked against his face, eager for more pressure on my sex.

Cruelly, he kept me teetering on the edge of completion until I was on the verge of tears. While he fucked me with one hand, he drew his other hand through the slickness dripping down my folds and nudged his thumb against my ass.

Light exploded behind my eyelids as I came. My body thrashed on the bed while I rode the waves of pleasure.

As I came back down to earth, Blake tore off his clothes. I gasped when his rock-hard cock sprung free from his pants. It was massive, thickly veined, and an angry shade of red. My sex throbbed at the sight.

Gripping both of my ankles in one hand, he tugged them until my legs were bent over my head. With my butt exposed, he gave me a series of sharp slaps, some of them landing on my bottom, while others landed with a wet squelch on my sex.

The sensations were too much and the blows stung, but it only made my core clench with pleasure. I squirmed, but he was too strong. I couldn't get away. Then, with one quick motion, he lifted my hips and plunged his swollen shaft into my slick channel.

There was a burning sensation as his thick head slipped past my outer lips, but I was so slick that he slid in without resistance. For a moment, he held me still, forcing me to stretch around his invading cock. I pulsed around him, gripping him like I was made for him. Then he pulled back and slammed in, his heavy balls slapping against my plump lips. I cried out at the jolt of pleasure and clenched my eyes shut. He stretched me to the point of splitting, piercing me to the mouth of my womb with each drive of his cock into me.

It felt so good, as he stretched the walls of my sex, spearing me until he bottomed out. There was nothing I could do but take it as he impaled me over and over again with his dick. I grew lightheaded with the pleasure soaking every last inch of my body. I clenched my muscles, squeezing his member in time with each stroke.

Faster and faster he pumped. It was impossible, but I swore I could feel him grow bigger inside of me, pulsing and swelling. I forced my heavy eyes to open and met his gaze.

He grunted as he rocked into me. "I can't pull out now. You're going to take it all, every last drop." His eyes seemed to glow with unnatural fire as he fucked me. These were the eyes of a beast consumed with the need to mate.

"Yes, give it to me," I panted. I bore down, milking him, adding to the dark decadent pain of our mating.

Blake roared before slamming into me brutally. I came instantly, convulsing as he filled my passage with his seed until it gushed out and dripped over both of us. Together we rode out our pleasure, losing control as we gave into our animalistic urges. It went on for an eternity. Eventually, I could take no more and he collapsed bonelessly on top of me.

We lay there, warm and drowsy with satisfaction. I realized he was still inside of me. Completely hard and swollen.

I gaped at him in shock. "How are you still hard?"

He laughed as he pulled out of me and released my legs. I winced at the tightness in my muscles. His dick was coated in our combined desire and it jutted out and bobbed as he kneeled between my thighs. "I told you I was going to have all of you."

Reaching down, he ran his hand along my puffy lips, swirling his fingers through the spendings pooled there before bringing them up to swirl them on my clit.

I moaned as he stroked me, igniting the fire in my core once again. When he teased the opening of my sex, I hissed. "My poor girl, you're all red and swollen. I was too rough with you."

Despite the painful sting, I rocked my hips and begged for more. Lust overwhelmed all of my senses as pleasure spread through every inch of my body once again. "I need you again."

Blake shook his head. "You do not know your limits, my love." He withdrew his hand and stood up. I let out a pitiful cry in protest.

"Relax. I have a solution." Handling me like I was a rag doll, he manipulated me until I lay on the bed with my head hanging over the edge. He leans over me and pries my knees apart. "Keep these spread for me."

At that moment, I realized that I was at the perfect height to suck his cock. My mouth watered. Straining my neck, I reached for him, taking his fat rod in my mouth. I moaned at the saltiness of him, savoring the weight of his cock against my tongue.

"Good girl, suck me hard," he grunted.

I followed his order to the best of my ability, licking and stroking with my tongue. His hips rocked, pressing gently but insistently, as he fed more and more of his cock into my mouth. Soon, I took him all the way to the hilt, swallowing around him as he slipped down my throat.

As he fucked my mouth, he kept up his relentless teasing of my clit. Mindful of the soreness in my sex, he massaged me tenderly as he spread my slickness down my folds until he circled and rimmed my bottom. And then, I felt him there, pressing an insistent finger against my tight back hole.

I moaned in protest, but I was pinned by his cock. There was nothing I could do against this pleasurable onslaught. He spread more of my dew on my sphincter and then pressed again. This time, he kept pushing until his entire finger slipped in past the first knuckle. I wiggled my bottom, but that only wedged his digit deeper in and earned me a sharp slap on my thigh.

"Every part of you belongs to me now." Blake withdrew his finger and pulled his hips back. He paused for a moment before pushing both back in, this time stretching my tight ring of muscles with two fingers. "Behave and I will make this feel good for you."

I squirmed while he began fucking me at both ends. This was the first time I had ever had anything up my ass, and to my dark delight, it began to feel good. The more he teased and stretched my ass, the better it felt. The soreness and pain melted away, leaving only warm pleasure.

Blake withdrew his fingers and pulled his cock out of my mouth with a pop.

I moaned in protest. Just when he was getting close to flooding my mouth with his salty seed, he denied me my reward.

"You're ready." He lifted me then flipped me over and positioned me on my hands and knees facing away from him.

Instinctively, I arched my back like a cat, presenting myself to my lover. He fumbled for something on the nightstand. I nearly purred as he pinned me in place from behind with a hand on the back of my neck.

I felt the cold squirt of something on my lower back. A sweet almond scent enveloped us and I realized it was some kind of oil. He massaged my tight muscles, working the oil down into my cleft. The tip of his cock traced a path from my clit up to my ass, then he slipped along my folds, so close to fucking me, but not quite. At that moment, I had complete trust that he wouldn't hurt me. I was his. I had to submit to the pleasure he bestowed upon me.

He applied the oil to his shaft, and then waited patiently, pressing the thick swollen head against my virgin hole.

The hand at my nape stroked me gently, brushing my hair to the side. "You can do it. Be a good girl, and let me into that tight little ass."

"I don't know if I can," I panted. My heart raced. Even the tip of him was too big. He stretched my sex to the limit, how was he going to fit into my ass?

"You don't have to know, just trust me."

While he kept me pinned in place, his other hand stroked my flanks, as if reassuring me. Rocking his hips slightly, he prodded my sphincter, each time pressing harder and longer against the tight muscle. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. He was right. I had to trust him. I bore down, and on the next push, he slipped past the resistance. The ridge of his shaft popped in and slowly, he fed his entire length into my bottom.

Blake hissed. "Yes. You take my cock so well. Every part of you, from your mouth and your pussy filled with my seed, to your tight little bottom, was made for this."

I strained under the tight pressure. He felt even bigger than when he fucked me the normal way. I could feel every ridge of the veins on his shaft as he impaled my untried ass. My fingers clenched the bedsheets until I was sure they were going to tear.

Blake paused. "Almost there. I'm halfway in. Just a bit more, my love." His breath was labored as he spoke.

I gasped. No way. He was already piercing me to the heart, or at least that's what it felt like. Taking all of him was going to split me apart!

My hips squirmed, but there was no escape. I was locked in the prison of his muscles and overwhelming strength.

He reached down to stroke my swollen clit, and then with one final forceful push, he plunged all the way in, his balls slapping against my wet puffy lips.

The warmth rushing from my sensitive nub battled with the soreness in my ass. He stroked me in time with each thrust, mixing the pain and pleasure until I was unable to separate which was which.

Faster and harder he took me, pushing me up higher and higher toward the peak.

"Your little ass looks so beautiful stretched around my cock," he murmured.

It hit me suddenly, my orgasm rocking through my body, shattering me into a million pieces. Every part of me seized as I rode out the shockwaves.

Blake let out a roar. "Mine!" he growled.

He pulled me upright, bringing my neck to his mouth. I cried out at the sharp bite of his teeth in my neck. Impaled on his teeth and cock, I spasmed helplessly as I came again. He pumped one final time into me, his cock swelling and twitching. Then I felt the jets of his seed spurting into me. My muscles tightened, milking every last drop out until he filled me to bursting and I could feel his cum dripping out.

He slipped out, finally spent. Gently, he placed me on the bed and disappeared into the bathroom before returning with a warm washcloth. After he cleaned me, he climbed into bed next to me and placed a kiss on my forehead.

"You are perfect in every way, Lacey."

I blushed under his praise and nuzzled into his chest.

He tipped my head up and claimed my lips. When we broke apart, I smiled lazily in contentment. "I am so happy, Blake. Promise we will always be like this."

"I promise."