Carl:Caveman Instinct series 2.5(9)

"So close. Make me come, please. Please!" I begged.

He slid down my body and when his heated breath fanned over my pussy, I  knew it wouldn't take much until I came. The first lick had me clenching  and the second had me panting to reach my high.

"Yes. Oh God, Yes!"

He sucked my clit into his mouth and drove his fingers in deep. I came  apart. I tensed for a moment and then shattered into bliss.

"That was the sexist scene I've ever watched," his voice rumbled as he  glided back up my sweat coated body. He lined his cock up with my  entrance and I felt his finger part my folds. "Annabelle, you are mine."

I nodded franticly as he slowly eased into me and was a perfect fit. He  stretched me, giving just the right amount of burn. He rested his hands  on either side of me. Every sensation felt different with Carl. I'd had  sex before, but I didn't know it could feel like this. My body was on  fire. When his cock moved out of me in a slow agonizing pace, my stomach  coiled tight, getting ready to unravel again. Carl thrust deep into me  and I felt a slight sting as his dick seated deep, but it didn't feel  bad. I gazed into his big brown eyes and focused on the new sensation  flowing through me. My body felt light, but full and ready to burst.  When he moved out and pushed back in again I relaxed further as tingles  of pleasure shot through me.

Staring as Carl's muscles strained and tensed with each retreat and  entry, I couldn't believe the man thrusting into me was mine. Running my  hands over his chest and back, I let the immense ecstasy wash over me  as he started to propel in and out of me, setting a steady pace.

Closing my eyes I basked in the bubbling need building within me. I was  close to falling over the edge. Each stroke of Carl's cock had me rising  higher and higher. Gripping Carl's shoulders I drove up to meet his  thrusts.

"I need … Oh God, I need to come." I could barely breathe as he started to pick up the pace and pound into me. "Sooo good."

Moaning, Carl leaned down, going deep as he rested his hands above my  head. He nibbled on my earlobe sending pulses straight to my pussy and  shattered me into a million pieces. Holding him close to me I let  euphoria wash over me. Nothing had felt like this before, not even when I  pleasured myself. I was in heaven.

Carl pumped into me with a final deep push before yelling his release  and slowly easing down to rest on me. I enjoyed his weight, it added to  my happy blissed out state. If this was what being Carl's woman meant, I  could definitely get used to it.

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Carl

Annabelle's dog Sherlock was huge, and the thing wouldn't stay outside.  My weekend chef wasn't helping, giving the horse-like dog the bacon that  was supposed to be mine. Annabelle giggled when Gigi ‘accidently'  dropped more bacon. Right then, as I listened to the happiness in  Annabelle's giggle, I didn't care that her mammoth of a dog was eating  my breakfast.

Work had called me this morning, but I'd set them straight telling them I  was having this weekend off and would be taking some time off in the  coming school holidays. I couldn't remember the last time I had a  vacation from work. Being the head of general didn't give me much free  time. I had devoted my life to being the best at my job and it had paid  off, but I needed this time to get to know Annabelle.

I had today all planned. Breakfast together, then a walk around my  property and down to the beach, lunch, and after, I had organized boxes  so Annabelle could move into the house. I wasn't giving her a chance to  get away from me. Annabelle was moving in with me ASAP.

"Gigi, thanks for breakfast." Annabelle chomped on a piece of bacon and grinned at my chef.

Gigi was a tall older lady in her late sixties. She had been a retired  chef, but I convinced her to work for me on the weekends. She was the  only person who had the guts to set me straight and tell me what needed  to be heard. Gigi and my cleaner Regina, were the only people I let tell  me what needed to be done.

"No problem. It's nice to cook for more than Carl."

"Oh are you telling me you don't cook for Carl's lady friends?"

Gigi threw her head back and laughed. "Carl, doesn't have any friends, let alone lady ones." She said between fits of laughter.

I should be offended, but she was right. I didn't have many friends and I  had never brought a woman to my home. Any relationship I'd had with a  woman, not that there'd been many, I had always gone to their place. My  friends were more work colleagues.                       
       
           



       

Annabelle's gaze widened and shot to me. "I'm the only woman you've brought here?" Her voice rang high.

"Of course. This house is only for the woman who'll be my wife."

Annabelle rolled her eyes. "You haven't even asked me to marry you and I wouldn't say yes, because I don't know you."

"You'll get to know me. I've already learned a lot about you."

She stood from the bar stool and placed her hand on her hips. "Oh yeah, like what?"

Going to her, I gathered her against me. She was stiff at first but  after a moment or two she relaxed. "Like, you're smart, resourceful,  caring, and feisty."

"Ha, there, you're wrong. I'm not feisty, and where did you get resourceful from?"

Turning her in my embrace, I tilted her head up. "I got resourceful from  how you ran from me at the cabin and knew to stay hidden. And you most  definitely are feisty with me. It's all you've been with me."

Her eyes lit up and a massive grin spread over her beautiful face. "I am aren't I? I guess you just bring out something in me."

Bringing my hands down I tickled her and she squealed with delight and  moved out of my hold. She spun and ran to the sliding door, opened it  and ran out. Sherlock barked and followed. Chuckling at their antics, I  ran after her.

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Annabelle

Sitting cross armed at the fancy five star restaurant I glared at Carl.  How dare he just buy boxes and get people to move me into his house. He  didn't even ask, he just bulldozed me.

"You're still angry with me." I hated that I found the smirk on his face  hot. He was so arrogant. He knew that I wasn't angry, I was more  annoyed that he just took over and assumed I'd pack up my stuff and move  in. I may have said when he kidnapped me I'd move in, but I never said  anything about packing up my things at my place and getting someone to  rent it.

"Yes. You can't just invite agents to my house so they can take photos  and tell us what we need to do to have it ready for renters."

"You said we." The grin that overtook his face had me clenching my fists  and resisting the urge to jump across the table and knock it off his  smug face.

"Argh, I meant I. Not we."

"I don't think you did." The teasing lilt to his voice did strange  things to my body. This man was dangerous. I hadn't even been with him  for a full weekend and the strange animalistic pull I felt for him  wasn't lessening, it was getting stronger. The sex last night was  amazing and every time he touched me, my body came alive. In the short  time I'd been with Carl I'd learned he didn't know what the word No  meant.

"You drive me crazy. I don't know why you have this insane notion that  we're meant to be, when I swear over half the time we've been together I  want to beat you over the head with a blunt object."

The arse laughed and clutched at his chest dramatically. "I feel the love."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes again. "So … you're a doctor. I  thought the Silvermans were business men and all snooty society."

He raised his eyebrow. "Snooty society? Really? Is that what you think of us Silvermans?"

"Yes." I didn't know much about the Silvermans, but what I'd heard they were all businessmen and high society people.

"You have a lot to learn. We're not all high society. I have a nephew  who's a cop, another who owns gyms, one who has a bunch of nightclubs  and another who has a computer company. Now if we were to talk about my  brother Albert, and his wife Gillian, then yes, they are snooty society  people."

"You have three brothers, but do you have any sisters?"

He shook his head. "Nope. The Silvermans don't have girls."

I'd see about that, because one thing I always wanted was a little baby girl.

* * * *

The mega mansion was unreal. I mean who needed ten bedrooms, six  bathrooms, and a two bedroom pool house, not to mention two pools and a  spa. The beach was only a short walk away separated by a cliff. The high  wire security fence surrounded the cliffs. There was a gate and stairs  down to the beach.

"What do you think of our home?" Carl paused and clutched my hand  stopping me from moving toward the house. He raised his eyebrow.

Turning to face him I tried to think of nice things to say. It was nice,  I suppose, if I was into marble, glass, mosaic, and expensive bland  colors for furniture. "So, do you ever sit or do anything in the white  living room? I mean your decorator liked white sofas. They're  everywhere." Maybe Carl didn't want children because this house was  definitely not child friendly. The expensive vases and art, that should  add color and character-but didn't- just made the house feel more like a  museum.