Thief of Hearts

Chapter Three

Thief of Hearts
Chapter Three

“Oh my God,” she sucked in her breath as he spread her wide. He by far outdid the size of her dildos. She knew he must have not been fully hard when she had sucked him.

“Now, fuck me good…make love to me. If you do not, I will have to punish you. Do you understand?” He tugged on the strap again then grabbed a breast kneading it hard in his hand with emphasis.

Megan’s breathing quickened as she placed her feet on each side of his waist and began rising and falling upon his shaft. He slipped a rough hand under her ass grabbing hard and helping to raise her up and down. Feverishly, she took over and rode him with enthusiasm. He no longer posed a threat in her sex-befuddled mind. This is what she had needed.

“Cum for me, love, cum on me,” he rasped overcome as she threw back her head and did just that. She had never felt so…satiated in her life!

As her body trembled, he quickly turned her over so that now he lay on top. While she still orgasmed, he wrapped her legs about his neck and thrust hard into her. Sweat glistened on his muscles as he plowed into her soft pliable flesh filling her with his meat over and over again. She clawed blissfully into his back but he continued undeterred until his muscles finally tensed with the inevitable. “Tell me you want me to fill you,” he demanded hoarsely his body slapping against hers. He entangled his fingers within her hair tugging with emphasis.

“Yes, oh yes, take me…fill me…cum, baby, cum!” she cried out wallowing under his expertise.

With a few last shudders, he threw his head back crying out hoarsely and released his seed into her willing body. Eagerly, she grabbed his ass encouraging him deeper as she felt his throbbing release. His muskiness filled her senses and her body ached as the scent of sex surrounded them. He inhaled deeply never losing eye contact as he studied her reaction while she also filled her lungs. He seemed pleased and Megan couldn’t help but wonder what this particular brief moment of intimate eye contact had meant.

Long after the fires had cooled, he still lay inside and atop her, sweat against sweat, pounding heart against pounding heart. He gently took her lips teasing her with promise. Megan gazed at him through increasingly heavy lashes wanting to lash out in indignant fury, wanting to fight but she didn’t. She readily returned his kiss. The stranger’s eyes held hers seriously without a trace of his previous humor as he whispered into her ear, “Remember your thief, love. Remember your thief.”

Without further thought or concern, exhaustion took over as she closed her eyes and slept as though dead.

******

“Oh, my head,” Megan moaned into her pillow protesting the hammering that threatened to split her skull. Slowly, she sat up and gazed about the room in confusion. Had it been a dream or had it really happened? The tv was off and none of her toys were out. “What the fuckin’ hell? Was I drinking or what?”

She clearly remembered everything about last night and the intruder. Could a dream be that clear? She grabbed her robe and stumbling, made her way into the living room and spotted the wine glass next to the laptop. “I knew it…”

She made her way over to the glass and took it to the kitchen. “I’ve got to give this shit up. No wonder why I’ve got writer’s block right now…and dreamin’ fucked up dreams!”

The headache was killer but she didn’t mind the wine-induced dream it had given her. That guy was smokin’! Now why couldn’t she find someone like that? Musta been some kind of dream too. My body aches all over.

Brrrnnngg, brrrnnngg! The phone rang shrilly and Megan scrambled to stop the noise. “Hello? Hello?!”

“Megan, it’s Ruth…Ruth Waverly. How are you this morning?”

Megan crinkled her brows as she subconsciously made her way to the laptop. “Doin’ fine. Made some progress on the book last night. Very promising. I think you’ll like it.” She lied.

“For your sake, I hope so. Your deadline for the first draft is almost here and you have book signings lined up for the other books to help promote this one. Really…I feel like your mother always having to call and check up on you…”

Oh, you’re a mother alright, she thought grimacing against the receiver and turning instead toward the kitchen.

“…and really, you should take better care of yourself…get out a little...date. When’s the last time you got nailed?”

Megan gasped, “Nailed?! Ruth, I don’t think that’s any of your business…”

“Well, actually it is because it reflects in your work. And judging by how things are going, I would have to say it’s been awhile. Now, either you’re datin’ losers or not goin’ out at all. Hey…there’s this great place where I could hire a hot stud to jump start your…”

“No thank you! I’m not that desperate!” Megan stomped over to the fridge, reached in and angrily grabbed a cold slice of pizza. How dare she discuss this shit with me…that arrogant bitch! But she knew Ruth well enough and no matter how hard she tried to hang up, this conversation would take awhile. She raised the slice to her lips.

“And put that pizza down! You can’t work with that kinda crap in your system!”

Megan froze with the pizza just outside of her lips. How in the hell does this woman seem to know everything?! She furrowed her brows and bit into the cheesy piece defiantly. “I’m not eating pizza. I’m eating a salad,” she mumbled.

“Good…you need that sort of thing in your system. Now, go get yourself cleaned up, dump out the old wine, and meet me for the signings. You’re late.”

“Fine, fine. Give me an hour…”

“You’ve got thirty minutes…”

“Fine. Thirty minutes. See you there. Bye!” she hastily hung up before Ruth could utter another word.


McKinzie S. Heart
~Live to write, write to live~