Smiley(86)

He fucked her deep and hard, one hand hooked around her hip to keep her in place. She clawed at the bedding, not caring if her nails damaged it. His finger found her clit and with every thrust of his hips the friction drove her higher. She buried her face against the bedspread, moaning louder as he increased the pace.

It was so good it nearly hurt. Her vaginal muscles clenched in anticipation of the impending climax, along with about every other muscle in her body. Smiley fucked her even faster, the headboard banging loudly against the wall. She didn’t care. He was so hard and it was so good.

“Killing me, Vanni,” Smiley groaned.

She would have said the same but the world exploded around her when she started to come. Ecstasy ripped through her and she was pretty sure she screamed. Smiley tore his hand from between them and grabbed her hips, driving into her as deep as he could get and jerking with enough force to shake them both as he came too, while snarling her name.

His dick pulsed inside her as if it had a heartbeat. He slowed his tight thrusts until he was still. The firm grip on her hips eased and he leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back. He didn’t crush her with his weight but he definitely had her pinned.

“No female makes me feel the way you do, Vanni,” he rasped, his breathing erratic. “Was that too rough?”

She just shook her head, lacking the energy to turn her head to peer at him. “I loved that.”

He brushed a kiss on her shoulder and stroked her outer thigh. His big hand gentle as he explored her from hip to knee then back again. “Me too. We’re going to do this a lot. Often.”

He stopped playing with her hip, wrapped his arm around her waist and stroked her lower belly. She moaned when he slipped his fingers over her clit and caressed her there. Her vaginal muscles twitched and Smiley groaned.

“I’m going to fuck you again.”

His words surprised her. He still felt hard inside her. He rolled his hips, almost withdrew from her pussy but then drove his dick back in deep. Two fingers captured her clit between them, lightly tugging. She moaned.

“So soon?”

“I’m not like your males.”





Chapter Seventeen




Their short nap had been interrupted by a phone call. Smiley had kissed Vanni’s cheek and told her to go back to sleep. He’d been notified of a meeting he had to attend. She’d gotten out of bed the second the front door closed and stood on unsteady feet. Every muscle from the waist down seemed to hurt. She groaned and made it to the bathroom to soak in a hot tub.

“What do you expect? You’re doing Mr. Fitness,” she muttered when her legs trembled after she climbed out. Her inner thigh muscles burned a bit and her lower ass wanted to go on strike with each step. The bath alleviated her discomfort.

She bent at the waist to dry her hair and groaned. Her girl parts were fine but she might have strained the muscles in her ass. She finished rubbing her hair and used the counter to help her straighten.

The image in the mirror made her cringe. Her hair hung in wet, stringy strands and her lips appeared swollen from Smiley’s kisses. She turned away from her reflection and wrapped the towel around her middle.

“Must work out more,” she muttered, limping to the bedroom. She made it to the bed and just fell over, happy to be off her feet. She stared at the phone on the bedside table and wanted to call Beth. Her friend would laugh at her dilemma. Beth would find it funny but all it did was make Vanni wonder how she was going to hide her discomfort from Smiley.

The phone rang and she groaned, stretching out to get it in case it was Smiley calling to check on her. “Hello?”

“Were you date-raped and drugged?”

She winced, identifying her brother’s stern voice. “Hi, Count. No. It’s not true if you heard that story.”

“What the hell have you gotten us into then?”

She tried to think of what to say.

“Answer the damn question,” he demanded. “Mom and Dad are AWOL and we’re sequestered in a hotel. Of all the guys you had to fuck around with, you picked a New Species? Couldn’t you have had a last fling with a stripper at your bachelorette party like any normal person?”

She rolled onto her back, gripping the phone to her ear and stared at the ceiling. “Mom and Dad went to the cabin but I’m sure you already guessed that. It’s where they always go.”

“That’s all you have to say? You wrecked our lives this week. I want answers. What the hell is going on? You’re lucky I didn’t shoot the security team that arrived. We heard something about you holding a press conference and that you’d been victimized by the NSO and then they showed up here, saying we were in danger. You should have warned us what kind of hell was about to rain down on our family.”