Possessing Josephine (Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  He set her down gently on the cement sidewalk, but her legs had turned into two bowls of jelly. He had succeeded in infusing her with enthralling passion. Passion she hadn’t experienced for a very long time, ever since her boyfriend of three years had moved on to a new love. She hated Mike. Just thinking about him brought back visions of unhappiness. The crying, the dissatisfaction of life, and most of all, the vacuum he had left behind. A life without sex, and she loved sex. Most of all she’d liked the way he held her, and the security she felt when it was over, but he’d moved on, leaving her empty and resorting to sex toys, which were just a temporary substitution, because she felt even more alone after using them.

  “You all right?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her and steadying her.

  “Yes,” she replied. “Perhaps just one too many martinis!”

  “I like that. Makes it easier for me,” he said.

  She greeted the security guard and they stepped into the elevator. She pushed the button for the thirtieth floor and before she had a chance to step away, he cornered her and his green eyes undressed her, one piece of clothing at a time.

  “Fiona, you are making me harder than a steel rod,” he said, holding her face in his hands.

  His breath was hot and laced with lust, and she was dangerously clinging to the edge of seduction, her body brimming with desire for him. She felt something rubbing against her thigh.

  If that’s what I think it is, it is going to be quite a night, she thought.

  The elevator came to a stop with a slight jerk and they climbed out and walked to the condo, his hand inside the top of her dress, caressing one of her hard peaks. Suddenly she felt afraid. She had never before had a one-night stand, and most of all with a cowboy. What on earth was she doing? She had brought a stranger to her home. However there was no turning back. He was hot and sizzling and so was she.

  Once inside the apartment, he pushed her against the door and his tongue darted into her mouth. Her body quaked with hunger. Hunger for the stranger she had just met. Her heart started to beat faster and faster as his lips continued to explore deep inside her mouth. She felt the wetness between her thighs, as his hands slid under her short dress and roughly cupped her cheeks.

  “What about that cup of coffee?” she whispered breathlessly.

  “I take it with milk,” he said, his voice reverberating in the space around them.

  He pulled her arms out of her dress, lifted her bra and pulled one of her breasts between his lips. The gnawing ache between her legs intensified as he assaulted her sexy body.

  “No need to make that coffee,” he drawled, his tongue still lapping at her nipples. “I love chocolate milk and this is the best I’ve ever had.”

  They moved quietly toward the couch, tugging at each other’s clothing. With one nipple in his mouth, he continued to caress the other with his thumb and forefinger, staring unblinking at the task he was performing. Watching him made the longing even greater and she lifted the other breast closer to his lips. He looked like a man possessed as his tongue moved from one nipple to the other, sucking, squeezing, pulling, and touching. She pushed her chest forward giving him full access to them. He squeezed them together and ran his teeth along them, grazing them.

  “Oh, God, Fiona,” he cried out. “You are so hot.”

  “Shhh!” she said, placing her fingers over his lips. “My roommate may hear you.”

  “Where’s your roommate?”

  “Probably in her room,” she replied, not at all interested in Gypsy’s whereabouts at that moment.

  “Let’s go to your room,” he whispered, pulling her to her feet.

  She stood up, took his hand and guided him to her bedroom. He threw his hat onto the floor, followed by his jacket, and then his shirt. She stared hungrily at his pectoral muscles and drew in a heavy breath. If all his muscles were like his pecs, she was in for the time of her life. She fell across the bed, pulled the sheet over her, leaving her breasts free. The tattoo on his arm bore the picture of an angel. The name was obviously removed although she could see a faint U and Z. She wondered if it was someone from his past whom he had cared for deeply. Luckily she had never adorned any part of her body with Michael’s name.

  He stared down at her and the sight of her voluptuous breasts made him shiver, and like a panther on the hunt, he slowly crawled into bed beside her.

  “Do you always bring strangers home?” he whispered, pulling the sheet away from her body and circling her upright hard nipples with his velvety tongue.

  “Only if they are handsome cowboys,” she said, teasing him.

  He pushed her dress along with her underwear over hips, exploring every inch of her body as he went. Pushing her onto her stomach, he ran his hands over her silky black skin, all the while covering her with kisses. She submitted herself to him, allowing him to do what he desired with her body. He parted her legs and teasingly ran his fingers up and down between them, intentionally avoiding her clit. She squirmed and her hips lifted, begging for more. He straddled her and pulled her to him, and reaching under her arms, he caressed her breasts.

  “Lovely! So full and so delicious,” he said, closing his eyes and balancing each breast in the palm of each hand.

  She threw her head back and gyrated against him while he continued his assault on her nipples.

  “You’re so hot. I like that,” he whispered.

  “Take your jeans off,” she said breathlessly.

  “I want you to take them off. I want you to undress me,” he purred.

  He moved away from her and allowed her to pull his jeans off, over his boots, closely followed by his boxer shorts. All the while he ran his hands gently over her figure, admiringly. He lay before her naked, except for his cowboy boots. Slithering back into bed, she surveyed the length of his enormous erection, and her mouth dropped open. She had never seen anything that looked so delicious.

  “Like what you see?” he asked, taking it in his hand and stroking it, watching her all the while.

  “My God,” she whispered under her breath. “Is that why they call you Shrek?”

  He looked down at his handsome cock and smiled.

  “They should have called you ‘Donkey,’” she said, still staring at his oversize cock.”You’re built just like one.”

  “In this case size matters,” he said smiling. “I promise you that it will make you crawl on your back.”

  The longer she stared, the bigger it seemed to grow, and the wetness between her legs increased.

  “It won’t hurt you,” he said, as if reading her mind, and turned her over onto her back.

  They started to mate like two feral beasts. He moved his tongue over her lips, moving it slowly inside her mouth. He found her tongue and he held it, sucking hard on it. Her body felt weak and the feeling of his monstrous cock moving up and down along her thigh sent ripples of arousal through her smouldering body. She knew she wanted to feel him deep inside her. She took it in both hands and stroked it lovingly, and with each stroke, it turned more rigid in her hands.

  “I want to touch you,” he said, pushing her legs apart.

  She groaned.

  “So big,” she murmured, still admiring the masterpiece which was no longer hanging between his legs, but standing bolt upright.

  “Should I tickle your tonsils or jumpstart your heart with it?” he asked, caressing his precious jewel.

  Still dressed in only his cowboy boots, he parted her legs, keeping them apart with his arms, and gazed as if mesmerized into her pulsing pussy, making circles around her clit with both thumbs.

  “God, you’re gorgeous,” he said, as his tongue lapped at the wetness between her thighs.

  “Ohhh,” she called out, her hips lifting to meet his mouth.

  “Yes, sugar,” he cried out. “Work it, sugar.”

  She bucked to the movement of his tongue, as he pulled her lips further apart to stare into her sweetness.

  “I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he sa
id, as if his breath was leaving his body. “I am so hot for you that my prick could set you on fire.”

  All kinds of sensations coursed through her body as his tongue and lips pleasured her. It was a picture of pure eroticism, as she stared down at his head, deeply entrenched between her legs, devouring her. Her hips rose to meet his tongue and she groaned, sounds of ecstasy emanating from her lungs. He ran his ruthless tongue along the length of her wet cleft until she begged for mercy. She felt intoxicated, and her heart was beating at a fast pace. She could hear her own blood pounding wildly inside her ears, and overwhelmed by sweet seduction, she lost all sense of awareness.

  “Oh, God,” she called out.

  “Yes, Fiona,” he said, looking up at her and again filling his mouth with her warm, wet pussy.

  She groaned again, and he got to his knees and pulled her buttocks toward him. Then pushing her legs upward, he slid two fingers deep inside her and watched as she gyrated on them. Her muscles clenched firmly around them and she squeezed tightly, not wanting to let go.

  “Oh, God,” she shouted. “Fuck me, Shrek.”

  His fingers moved around inside her at a furious pace, and her body heaved toward him. He crawled up to her mouth and kissed her deeply. She returned his kiss and her hand searched for his magnificent cock. She held it tightly and stroked it slowly, her fingers concentrating on the swollen head. He changed position and set it close to her lips.

  “Uhhhh,” she grunted.

  “Want it in your mouth Fiona?”

  “Yes. Yes,” she said in a barely audible voice.

  He pulled her to a sitting position at the edge of the bed and stood in front of her, then guided his cock to her lips, and watched as her tongue darted out to welcome it. She had forgotten how good it felt to have such mouth-watering goodness in close proximity. As she closed her lips around it, he threw his head back, and thrust himself back and forth between her cheeks and up to the roof of her mouth. Deeper and deeper it manoeuvred inside her mouth and she sucked hungrily. He closed his eyes and reined back as euphoria overtook his body.

  “Play with your clit,” he said, overwhelmed by the erotic scene taking place.

  She cupped his balls, squeezing them gently as he continued to gyrate between her lips. Slowly he withdrew it and pushed her into a lying position. He straddled her and rubbed his velvety crown around on her clit, and then down to her entrance, his gaze still fixed on her throbbing pussy. His rigid erection stood at her opening, just waiting to enter, and he slowly inserted the crown into her, teasing her.

  “Ready for me?” he panted.

  “Yes.”

  He eased his cock in inch by inch and withdrew it again, driving her almost to the edge of madness.

  “Don’t torture me,” she begged.

  He ripped a condom from its packet and slipped it on, then with one mighty thrust he embedded his dick deep inside, while her thighs parted wider to receive him.

  “Such a sweet fuck,” he shouted, as her muscles gripped his oversize prick.

  She continued to squeeze and release him over and over again, sending ripples of pleasure through his veins. He moved slowly in and out of her, his eyes glazed over as if in a trance. He moved slowly, diving ever deeper until he was up to the hilt. She took it all, every single inch of his delicious cock. He pounded into her. It was so carnal and erotic. He rubbed her clit, circling it, soothing it, infusing her with a dose of raw pleasure. Her walls trembled and her body shook. He quickened his thrusts and her body stiffened.

  “Harder,” she shouted, as he increased his plunging action.

  Her body vibrated and spasms overtook her body. He quickly pulled out.

  “Please, please,” she begged.

  “I don’t want you to come,” he said, as pain and pleasure registered across her face.

  “Put it in again,” she pleaded.

  “Only if you promise you won’t come right away,” he replied, rubbing his wet crown around the folds of her pussy.

  “Turn over,” he said.

  Now on her knees, her buttocks lifted in the air, she was fully exposed to him. A quick caress of his prick and he jammed it into her, moving faster and faster with each plunge. There was no turning back. She came, pulling him deeper inside her.

  “Yes, yes,” he shouted, shoving himself fiercely against her walls.

  Splaying his hands on her buttocks, he opened her cheeks even wider and slammed himself into her with wild abandon. She could feel his warmth gushing into her insides, and it just kept flowing and flowing. Finally his body sagged on top of hers and she collapsed under him, exhausted! He rolled off and fell on the bed beside her.

  “You are quite something,” he said, turning to gaze at her.

  “So are you, Shrek, so are you.”

  “Mind if I come back tomorrow for another cup of coffee?” he asked, running his fingers up and down her wet cleft.

  “With or without milk?” she asked.

  “I’ll take it however I can get it,” he said smiling and showing his delectable dimples. “Tomorrow evening?”

  He rolled out of bed and put his clothing on. She pulled him to her and kissed him, sucking him in deeply.

  “Got to go,” he said, as he stood in front of the bedroom door. “The cattle are calling.”

  She smiled at his comment.

  “Till then, cowboy!”

  “By the way,” he said, still standing at the bedroom door, “what’s your name?”

  “Josephine.”

  “Pretty name. Pretty girl,” he said.

  “My mother named me after her favorite actress. What’s yours?” she asked.

  “Richard, but everyone calls me Dick.”

  “Appropriately named,” she said, waving him good-bye.

  Chapter Two

  Josephine woke up the following morning lying across the bed, naked, and could feel the soreness between her legs. Her mind immediately went to the cowboy she had picked up in the bar. He had brought her back to life sexually and had made her feel like a woman again, although he was just a tad too big for her.

  “Was I crazy?” she wondered. “How could I have brought a total stranger here?”

  Gypsy wouldn’t be happy if she knew she had brought him into the condo, but she wanted to see him again and was willing to take a chance even if her roommate was against it. She decided to wait until Gypsy had left for work before venturing into the living room, just in case she already knew about Shrek and wanted to rake her over the coals.

  She ran her fingers along her lips as she thought about him. She loved the way he touched her, the way he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, the way his lips felt against hers and the way he grunted when he came inside her. She thought about the tattoo on his arm and wondered what he had been inscribed there. There were not many names she could think of with a U and a Z. Perhaps it was a foreign name. It didn’t matter. Last night he was all hers and tonight he would be hers again. She ran her hand between her legs and was surprised at how wet she still was. Just thinking about what was to come later that evening heightened her arousal. She knew nothing about him except that his name was Richard. She didn’t know his last name, she didn’t know where he lived, and he hadn’t given her a telephone number. All she knew was that he made her feel good and she was looking forward to having him pump his goodness into her again that evening.

  She could hear Gypsy moving around the condo getting dressed for work. Josephine glanced at the clock and knew she would be leaving within the next ten minutes. She didn’t want to face her just yet. After she heard the main door close, she drifted back to sleep, waking only after one o’clock in the afternoon. Shrek had taken everything out of her and she felt completely depleted of energy.

  She sat on the edge of the bed daydreaming, then lifted the remote and turned on the television set. A voice which sounded like Shrek’s boomed in her ears, and immediately the house phone started to ring.

  “Damn!” she said.

  She j
umped up to answer it, and when she returned to the bedroom, a commercial had replaced the program that had been on the screen earlier. She dismissed it from her mind and got up to take a lingering bath. All she could think about was the handsome Shrek she had met the night before and would be seeing later that evening.

  After her bath, which had taken the better part of two hours, she ate a late lunch and settled in front of the television.

  “Hello,” said Gypsy, standing at her bedroom door.

  “You’re home early,” she said, looking up at her.

  “How was last night?” Gypsy asked.

  “I had fun. Saw your friend Dusty there.”

  “Where did you go?”

  “Mercy’s. The place was packed.”

  “Did you meet anyone?”

  “I did. He is very handsome. His name is Shrek.”

  “What?”

  “It isn’t really Shrek. That’s his nickname. His real name is Richard.”

  Gypsy took a seat on the edge of the bed.

  “I know you’re an adult and a very smart person, but I was surprised that you brought him home with you.”

  “Are you saying that you disapprove?”

  “My only disapproval is that you brought a stranger into my apartment. Don’t misunderstand me. We’ve got to be very careful these days. God knows there are many sick people out there.”

  “He’s not a sick person, Gypsy. I know he isn’t.”

  “You didn’t know that before you brought him here, did you? Think about it, Josie, he could’ve killed me in my own bed.”

  “You’re exaggerating. He’s a gentleman,” Josie said adamantly.

  “What I heard last night certainly didn’t sound like a gentleman,” she said laughing. “Did you have fun?”

  “Yes, I did. So does that mean that I can’t bring him here again? He wants to come over tonight.”

  “I’m just asking you to be careful, Josie.”

  “Well then you’ll get the chance to meet him.”

  “Unfortunately, not tonight! I came home early because I have a business meeting later and after that we are all going out for dinner, so you won’t have to worry about me.”