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  CHAPTER FOUR

  KINSLEY

  I shiver as he watches me. My hot neighbor is not only sexy, he’s a bit mysterious, too. I want to know everything there is to know about him, but he’s not giving me much. He claims he doesn’t cook but his dinner is outstanding, and he claims that he never leaves his house. I don’t know how you can survive in the world without leaving your property.

  “You done?” Heath asks. I look down at my empty, plate then back up at him before I nod. He doesn’t say anything else, before he stands. I watch him, my palms sweating as he clears the table of our dishes. When he’s finished he walks straight up to me and tips his chin down. “I want you naked in the middle of this table,” he announces.

  “Heath,” I breathe.

  His lips tip in a grin, but his eyes darken. “Yeah, Sugar, you’re dessert.”

  I blink at his words, “I’m dessert?” I exhale.

  His arms reach out and wrap around my waist, pulling me up to standing. Then, his lips brush against my mouth. “Yeah, you’re dessert. Been dying to taste that pussy of yours,” he rasps.

  My entire body locks up frozen. He wants to… right now? His fingers find the hem of my sundress and he quickly yanks it up my body. His eyes drop down to my breasts and he smirks. “Fucking gorgeous with my cum dried on you, Kinsley,” he grunts. My face is so hot at his words that there is no way it isn’t bright red.

  His hand lifts and his finger gently caress his dried cum that he spread all over my chest. I really wanted to wash it off, but there was something about his demand that made me want to follow. His hand slides around my back and he quickly, and expertly, unhooks my bra before he drags it down my arms.

  He traces his fingers around my nipples and I suck in a breath as they harden, begging for him to touch them. Then his fingers dance down my sides and hook in my panties. I bite the corner of my lips as he tugs them down, leaving me completely bared to him. Pinching my eyes closed, I’m afraid to see his response, to see what he thinks of me.

  “Open your eyes, Kinsley,” he rasps, his breath fanning my face.

  Slowly, I open my eyes and look at him. His chest rises and falls with his heavy breathing and he grins as he reaches down, wrapping his hands around my waist.

  I yelp as he picks me up. “I’m too heavy,” I exclaim.

  He snorts. “Sugar you weigh nothing,” he announces before he plants my ass on the table. “Now lean back. I’m fucking starving and craving something sweet,” he winks.

  I let out a shaky exhale before I do what he demands. Laying back on my elbows, I question my sanity every inch I lower my back onto the hard surface. Heath slides his hands up the backs of my calves, until he reaches my knees.

  Wrapping his fingers around the backs of my knees, he spreads me wide and sits down in the dining room chair that I vacated. He tugs me closer to his face, my own skin prickles and heats with embarrassment and excitement all at the same time.

  Leaning forward, he inhales my center and my thighs shake as I mentally force myself to keep my legs open. I want to snap them closed, tuck tail, and run, but when his tongue drags across my entire center before circling my clit, I moan instead.

  I can’t remember the last time a man’s face was between my thighs, but it definitely did not feel this good. Heath licks me, he eats me like a man starving and my hand dives into his hair, tightening against his strands as I pull him closer.

  My hips lift as I climb closer toward my climax. His tongue focuses on my clit and I let out a loud whimper. When two fingers slip inside of me, I’m done for. I cry out as my hips jerk against his mouth. He curls his fingers inside of me, over and over until I come.

  My pussy clenches, trying to keep him inside of me while my eyes close and I let out a sigh.

  “Look at me, Sugar,” Heath orders.

  My eyes snap open and I look down at him. I bite, my bottom lip when I watch him lift his fingers to his mouth and suck. “Exactly what I needed,” he grins.

  My face heats, and I know it turns deep red in embarrassment, but Heath doesn’t comment, he only continues to smile. Then I gasp when he drops his pants.

  His cock juts straight toward me, and how I forgot the beauty of his body between earlier and now I don’t know. I reach forward and wrap my fingers around him, unable to resist touching him.

  HEATH

  I let out a moan when Kinsley wraps her fingers around my cock. She strokes me, her grip firm, feeling too fucking good for words. I wrap my hand around her wrist to stop her movements. Reaching down. I grab a condom from my pocket and quickly open it, sheathing my dick.

  Wrapping my fingers around the inside of her knees I wrench her legs open wider as I press my cock against her entrance. For the first time in my life, I curse the fact that I have to be gloved.

  I want to slide inside of her bare, and I’m not sure why I have this instant craving to fill her with my seed, but I do. I want to watch as my cum drips from her tight pussy. Driving inside of her with one quick motion, I groan.

  “Oh God,” she cries.

  Her pussy is so fucking tight, so warm and wet that I’m goddamn speechless. I stay planted deep inside of her, in fucking awe of how she feels wrapped around me.

  “Heath?” she asks. My eyes meet hers and she gives me a shy smile.

  Sliding my hands up her thighs, I move them to around her hips, gripping her tightly. I want my fingerprints to litter her body, to mark her. If I thought that I could get away with it, I would mark her neck so that everybody would know that she’s mine, too.

  Pulling out of her, almost completely, I slam back inside. Both of our breaths hitch at the feeling. Her pussy flutters around me and I curse this goddamn condom, yet again. Next time I’m inside of her, it will be bareback. My nostrils flare, as I continue to fuck her, feeling her soft warm body accept my own.

  After tonight I plan on keeping her.

  No way in fuck is this a one-time thing.

  Kinsley is mine.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  KINSLEY

  There’s something working behind Heath’s golden gaze, but I’m too worked up, too close, to try and figure it out right now. Lifting my arms, I wrap them around his biceps as my orgasm rushes throughout my entire body.

  Lifting my head, and chest, I press my lips against his and cry out into his mouth. His tongue fills me at the same time he buries his cock deep inside and stills. I feel his dick twitch as his muscles tremble beneath my fingertips.

  “Kinsley,” he moans, lifting his head away from my mouth.

  I want to ask him what just happened here, except I feel really, really slutty and I’m afraid of what he could say, or what he might think about me. He stays planted, his muscles still trembling, and his eyes focusing on mine.

  Heath leans down and runs his nose alongside my own. “Fuck, Sugar,” he rasps.

  “Heath,” I murmur as my face heats, yet again. It seems my face is in a perpetual state of hot around him.

  He chuckles, pulling out of me. “You’re sleeping in my bed tonight. You got work tomorrow?” he asks.

  I blink, my mouth dropping open slightly. “I do,” I breathe.

  “Then we better get to bed. I plan on fucking you in the morning,” he states, pulling out of me.

  I watch as he tugs the condom off, pulls his pants up and then turns away from me. He walks into the kitchen, leaving me alone and naked on the table.

  Scrambling off of the center of the table, I grab my dress from the floor, slipping it over my body. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I bite my thumbnail.

  What the fuck just happened?

  Before I can even start to think about what this means, or what’s happening between us Heath appears from the kitchen. “Let’s go to bed, Sugar,” he murmurs.

  “I-I-I don’t know what’s going on,” I admit on a whisper.

  Heath wraps his hand around my waist, his fingers digging into my side. “Sugar, what’s happening is I’m taking you as my own,” he rasps. �
��Now, let’s go to bed.”

  I open my mouth, but his lips touch mine in a sweet kiss. I want to ask him what that means, what taking me as his own means, but he doesn’t let me. He scoops me up in his arms and stomps toward his bedroom. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hold onto him.

  Once we cross over the doorway into his room, I expect him to put me down, or to throw me on the bed, but he doesn’t. His head turns, and his nose runs alongside my own, again. I let out an exhale, enjoying the way it feels, probably a bit too much.

  “I’m keeping you, Kinsley,” he rasps.

  I let out a sigh. “I think I might love that.”

  HEATH

  I gently set Kinsley down on the mattress, then drop to my knees. She looks, concerned. I would be too if I were her, except she doesn’t know why she should be, yet. Being mine, isn’t simply being my woman. It means more than that.

  No, being mine means I own every piece of her, and she won’t be free to come and go as she pleases anymore. Eventually she’ll be kept here, for me only, never to leave.

  Wrapping my fingers around the hem of her dress, I tug it over her body, exposing her nakedness for my eyes again. Her body is soft, curvy, and fucking perfect.

  I reach up and grab ahold of her nipples with my fingers and pinch them before I gently tug on them. Kinsley hisses letting her head fall back as her back arches, bringing her tits closer to me.

  “I don’t know what my favorite part of your body is. These gorgeous tits, the flare of your hips, your thick thighs, or your plump ass. Goddamn, Sugar, you’re absolutely gorgeous,” I state.

  Kinsley reaches out, wrapping her fingers around one of my wrists as she lifts her head straight up and her big brown eyes focus on me.

  “Every part of your body is my favorite,” she admits, her face turning pink. Goddamn, maybe it’s when she’s embarrassed and her face turns color, that’s my favorite.

  My lips twitch and I lean forward, pressing my mouth against hers. My tongue fills her, enjoying the way she tastes. I could be completely addicted to her taste, maybe I fucking already am.

  I grin, “Slip between the sheets, Sugar. What time do you have to be at work in the morning?”

  Releasing her tits, I stand and push my jeans down my legs toeing out of my shoes before I tug my shirt off. I leave my clothes in a pile, while she crawls across my bed, and slides between my sheets. Fucking shit, she looks good there too. Her dark hair a tousled mess, and her face still flush from her recent orgasm.

  Yes, I definitely plan on keeping her as my own.

  Climbing into bed, I wrap my arms around her and tug her against my chest. Kinsley lays her head against my bare skin and her hand wraps around my waist. I can smell the scent of her hair, something light and floral and it makes my cock hard.

  “Sleep, Sugar,” I murmur, pressing my lips to the top of her head.

  She burrows a bit closer to me. “Okay, Heath.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  KINSLEY

  I feel something slide through my center, and I lift my top leg to open a bit wider, making more room. My eyes flutter open just as Heath’s cock slides inside of me from behind. I whimper when one of his hands wraps around my breast and the other goes straight to my clit.

  “Heath,” I rasp, pushing back against him.

  He grunts. “Goddamn, your ass feels so good, push it against me, Sugar,” he rasps against my neck. His tongue snakes out and tastes me.

  I do as requested and push against him, taking more of him inside of me. “Fuck,” he hisses, his fingers working my clit, faster. “Close, Sugar, get there,” he growls against my neck.

  Just his words, ramp me up, bringing me closer toward my climax. My hips start to jerk beneath his touch and I let out a long moan as I come around him. I can feel my pussy clench, trying to keep him inside of me.

  Heath groans. “Fuck yes, squeeze me, Kinsley.”

  When he stills inside of me I feel his cum fill my body as his cock twitches. “Mine,” he grunts.

  We stay connected, our breathing labored as we attempt to catch our breath. My entire body freezes when I feel something leaking onto my thighs. I’m completely awake now as realization dawns on me that he didn’t use a condom. No wonder it felt so damn good, no wonder I want to stay exactly where I am, and don’t want to leave.

  “Fuck,” I hiss, attempting to pull away from him.

  His arms tighten, keeping me firmly placed against him, and his cock firmly placed inside of me. “What the fuck, Kinsley?” he growls against me.

  “Condom, no condom,” I whisper.

  He chuckles, his lips touching the side of my neck. “Yeah, never using one again, Sugar.”

  “I’m not on birth control,” I growl struggling against his arms.

  His arms flex around me, continuing to hold me tightly against him. He flexes his hips and I groan, giving up my fight. “Don’t care, Kinsley. I don’t give a single goddamn fuck. Filling you full of my cum felt better than anything I’ve ever experienced before in my life,” he states.

  “That’s nice and all, but what about pregnancy?” I breathe as he continues to slowly fuck me from behind.

  Heath moans behind me, his teeth sinking into my neck and gently sucking. “You’re mine, Kinsley.”

  He states his words as if they’re a fact, like they are absolute and indisputable. I’m his, therefore he can do what he wishes, including impregnating me. I try to say these words aloud, but my thoughts quickly turn incoherent as I climb closer toward a second release. His fingers work my clit, harder and faster than before, then he begins to lightly slap me.

  I whimper, my body shaking as it is taken over by another climax. When Heath stills inside of me I feel his release fill me yet again. “Mine,” he growls.

  HEATH

  Kinsley leaves my house, giving me a long kiss. Her body is sated, her eyes glazed over from her morning orgasms but there’s something wrong with her. I have a feeling it’s the fact that I fucked her bare this morning and didn’t freak out at her mention of pregnancy.

  She doesn’t know what it means to be mine yet. She doesn’t know that my fantasy, which will soon become reality, will be to keep her here with me always. To keep her naked and at my side.

  I power on my computer, logging into my system for the day. I have a whole list of shit to do, none of which I particularly want to do, but it pays the bills. I’m an online research biologist.

  Spending my youth in labs, and away from society made it easy for me to transition into this career. I don’t like leaving my little world. Not only can everything be brought directly to me, but I can make decent money without having to deal with some of these fucking assholes that roam the earth.

  My mind drifts back to Kinsley, and how quiet she was leaving me this morning. I have no doubt that I’m going to have to go to her tonight. I don’t anticipate that she’ll come bouncing over to my place with open arms.

  I know that I’ll have to remind her who she belongs to. Hopefully soon she’ll accept it and accept how I want us to be. I want her here, with me, always.

  Lifting my hand behind my head, I rub the back of my neck. I want to keep her. I don’t like her being away from me. In fact, I feel fucking sick to my stomach that she went to work this morning.

  I’m able to work past three in the afternoon. The rest of the day, I pace in front of the window. I watch and wait for Kinsley to come home. The later it grows, the more pissed off I become. Glancing down at my watch, I growl when it shows that it’s after seven in the evening.

  Giving up my vigil, I walk into my backyard and hop the fence into hers. It only takes me about two seconds to break into her house. The back lock easily picked, mainly because she didn’t fucking lock the deadbolt. Silently, I walk into her bedroom. Sitting down on her bed, I wait for her.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  KINSLEY

  As if my day couldn’t get any worse. My new boss decided I needed to stay late and re-file everything that the girl
before me ever touched. Apparently, she didn’t know the alphabet very well.

  I let out a sigh as I pull into my driveway at ten o’clock, in the evening.

  When I was hired by this attorney. I didn’t think that I would be spending this many hours in the office. I figured, as a secretary, I would be the first to leave.

  Unfortunately, my boss is very demanding, and his eyes extremely roaming. I try to ignore his obvious gazes, and smirks, along with his little touches, but after tonight I don’t think I can anymore. Not only did he demand I finish the re-filing, he insisted on staying in the office with me, as a safety precaution.

  He was nice enough to walk me to my car, but then he kissed me. I didn’t know what to do. I accepted the kiss but didn’t encourage it. Now, as I drive home, I know what I need to do. I need to quit, but I have to have something lined up. I have absolutely zero saved in the bank. So, I’ll play nice until I can get the fuck out of this job.

  Why do I keep picking the worst fucking places to work?

  I pass by Heath’s house and I cringe. It’s dark inside, and he made it clear he wanted me to come by when I got home, but I’m not in the mood. He’s another thing I’m not so sure about.

  When I was with him last night, it all seemed so right. I didn’t even care that it was really slutty of me, but now that I’ve had time to think about it all day long, I don’t know him.

  I don’t know anything about him and he’s trying to claim me as his own, he’s not even concerned with preventing a pregnancy. In fact, I think he wants it. That scares me—he scares me. The way I completely let him do whatever he wanted to me, the way I let him inside of me—terrifies me.