"To break a man, you just have to know where his weaknesses lie…” – Luxe

 

 

Grinder knew she was trying to kill him. Starting with his dick.

Luxe purred his name and dropped the white cotton sheet before he’d barely cranked his neck around to look at what his girl needed, baring her gorgeous tits like she just knew what tricks to play to send his arousal into the fucking stratosphere with minimal effort, and right there, Grinder knew he was never getting to work any time soon, it was impossible, his boys would just have to cope with the influx of repairs without him. When suckable tits needed his attention he was no chump, no tits abandoned on his watch and certainly not his girl's tits.

He'd tried to leave an hour ago when she'd called out to him from the bathroom, presuming she was looking for new toothpaste he'd found her in the nude giving him a look with her gorgeously rounded hip jutted out in just that way that drove him right into arousal no stopping at Go. What was a man to do but fuck her deep and strong with her hands pressed to the wall mirror, both watching as he slammed into wetness?

Grinder’s eyelids drooped to half mast, air churning into his chest, unable to look away, feeling the stirring once again in the base of his spine clutching like a tight fist of need, the tone in her chocolate coated voice as she lounged in his messy bed did something to the wiring in his brain.  

Suddenly his unbuttoned jeans were too tight to house his raging full dick. He hadn’t even been able to put on socks let alone his thermal shirt and cut. “My nipples need sucking, Nathan.” She told him and didn’t she just finger one to make it hard as a pebble.

Jesus Fuck.

He was knee-walking onto the bed in the next second, his mouth around one of those brown berries, her fingers digging into his scalp never felt so good.

“You’re gonna make me late.” He laved and licked, played with the mounds, first the left, then the right, not wanting to leave either of them out of his attention, his hand plumping up her breast to better access with his mouth.

She was sweet. So incredibly delicious.

“Isn’t this better than working?”

Inaudible words, he sucked hard and hungrily and heard her chuckling.

Her laugh was throaty and all too pleased with herself. “When you obey I get muy mojado.” Very wet.

His Luxe used words she knew were incendiary to his fucking brain. He was her goddamn servant in every way possible, he’d suck on her tits all day and miss work if that’s what she wanted from him. He wouldn’t ever be done making it up to her.

He wasn’t above begging. Not with her. She’d broken his man brain on day one. With Luxe nothing was off the table and he really wanted her forgiveness. He had a feeling they couldn’t move to the next level until she’d given him it and … fuck, if he wasn’t desperate to make amends to her.

Grinder wasn’t going to stop his one-man campaign to get the words from her, and even then, his time with Luxe was never over. Hell no.

He had the long haul in mind when he looked at her. There was no way he was putting that face of hers back into the world for another dickhead to scoop up and worship. No fucking way, she was his.

His woman. His thief. His everything.

Becoming his constant, the only source of pure happiness he’d ever known.

He was still having a hard time accepting she’d been out there this whole time, living her life and not coloring his as she did now. This whole damn time and he hadn’t known of her amazing existence until last year.

Fuck him for being so blind. If he’d known a woman like Luxe was roaming out there he would have searched, wouldn’t he? It’s true what they say, you don’t know what you want until it’s right there.

Now he knew and it was his girl.

She was moaning from the back of her throat, the kind of noise that stirred him and let him know she was feeling him. Smiling around a nipple he sucked hard, watching how she arched her back and drew in a breath, her gaze obscured by heavy, desire filled eyelids. Yeah, that’s me doing it to you, love. He popped it free and knee-walked further onto his bed, forcing her to lie back until he was prowled over her. “You knew exactly what you were doing offering me those beautiful tits, didn’t you, thief?”

She fucking grinned at him and Grinder’s belly plummeted. “Maybe.”

“Now you can reach into my jeans and get me out. I’m going to show you what I do to beautiful tits.”

Luxe gasped but did as he asked, her fingers grasped him so tight he almost lost his sight and his come before he was ready to.

“Baby. Jesus. You’re gonna kill me, I know it. Those fingers …shit, love those fingers.”

The wicked woman expertly stroked him. Tight and hard. Just in that way that made his eyes roll into the back of his skull.

Grinder straddled her neat, petite waist and reached behind him, palming her pussy, giving it a firm caress before using two fingers to dip into her wet slit. His cock was in ideal distance of her mouth and her chest. The harder she jacked him off the more he knew what he wanted.

“You’re going to keep at that, love, and then I’m going to decorate the teasing twins.”

“Mmmm, Sí.” He smiled at her reaction.

They came together and when he sagged down onto his bed, exhaustion thrumming down his spine he looked over at her, eyes closed and smiling and his pleasure all over her gorgeous tits. Now he felt manly as fuck he’d branded her as his own.

Somewhere across the room his cell phone started vibrating on top of the dresser but Grinder was too busy hauling his wasted body across the bed and crawling between Luxe’s open thighs.

She wanted more of him, he’s gonna give it, there’s not even a shadow of a doubt about that. Not when he lined up his throbbing leaking tip at her entrance or when she clutched his forearms leaning her body into his, whimpering for him to fuck her. He notched to her hole and fed her hunger, one slow inch at a time.

The cell phone could vibrate itself into the next dimension of hell for all the notice Grinder took of it, probably a reminder from the shop that he was fucking late and had a stack of jobs waiting on him.

He didn’t care. Couldn’t think of anything but this, of pleasuring his soft, pliable woman with her lips attached to his throat.

This was next level connection. Disappearing inch by inch inside her, losing his goddamn mind in the process and he’d miss it, but nothing was getting him from the warmth wetness of Luxe’s body.

“Nathan. Oh god. Sí. Yes. Right there.” When he was planted with no more room to move he stilled, panting slowly into her mouth, letting her adjust. “Are you okay, am I hurting you?”

“I want to own you,” she declared making his eyes widen. “Do you think you’re hurting me?”

“Fuck. Luxe.”

Fingers tended to his cheek and lips. “Of all the things that I’ve stolen. Big things, small and expensive, shiny things and precious things, you’re the one I want to steal and own for myself.”

There was no way he could stop after that, his body went on autopilot and fucked his dirty rotten thief until she screamed, until there was no more breath in his body and his poor, abused cock was spent. When the crippling waves subsided and he could move again, he peppered her face in whisker kisses.

They didn’t talk afterward, didn’t move a single muscle, just held each other in the silence.

But Grinder had one thing to say, to make sure for absolute she knew.

“I already fucking belong to you.”

 

******

 

 

Panting, she could barely rationalize her thoughts into a processable order, her system was in meltdown leaking all over Nathan’s bed. Mimi would be having excited hysterics if she knew Luxe was completely transfixed in a man, she’d begin knitting right away for all the fat babies she wanted Luxe to have. She hated to tell Mimi she was not even sure she was one of those maternal types, not like she had a very good role model in the mom department and kids have never played a starring role in her life goals. A bit hard to be a career criminal with a stroller.

Hands, strong and rough curled around her waist and for a second she thought about pushing those hands away, to detangle their bodies and put space between them.

It was all too much.

“I knew you had sweet in you.” His smirk could be heard.

She had gotten sweet that last round, hadn’t she? Stroking his damn ego with how she told him she loved what he was doing to her.

What the hell. She went all in. Nathan had taken the first step, hadn’t he, by declaring himself hers.

This man belonged to her. “I think you ruined me for other men.” Emotion leaked like a broken carton of milk. It poured through her shaking limbs, gathered in her belly and broke free.

“No other men.” He warned growling giving her starved kisses all along the curve of her throat. The sight of such a rugged giant of a man quaking imprinted itself on her brain.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Her heart tripped over its own feet. It could have been the cock nestled inside her soft and pulsing. Or it could have been how tenderly he brought a cloth back to bed and cleaned her between her thighs and then kissed where he dried.

She fell in love.

With two hundred fifty pounds of hard intense muscle pressing her into the bed the emotions this colossal tiger evoked in her was girlie and new.

New and overwhelming.

And a little freaking scary.