Rebound Babies – Coming Soon
Melinda Noonan is about to graduate with a degree in Public Relations from Indiana University and wants to start living her future instead of planning it. The fact her ex-boyfriend just got married and her last date called her frigid spurs her into changing her methods when it comes to men. She wants Mr. Right, and she prays she’s found him when she meets nice guy, Mark. He’s shy, but interested in her and Melinda turns on her inner goddess and lives in the moment. Unfortunately, after cringe-worthy sex with Mark the condom breaks. Mark isn’t interested in fatherhood and suggests PlanB. Raised Catholic, Mel can’t handle the idea of ending a pregnancy. Worse she meets Mr. Right immediately after discovering she’s pregnant. Mike Salvatore is strong, patient, sexy-as-hell, and too good to be true. Now that Mel’s future is uncertain, she’s not willing to trust on anyone but herself. But the more she trusts and depends on Mike the happier she is and that is scarier than being pregnant.
Mike Salvatore is 33, divorced, ex-marine, and running a security company but he wants more. He wants children, an intimate relationship with a strong but submissive woman. He meets Melinda and their sexual chemistry clicks, but she’s unwilling to admit they have more. His dominant nature wants to protect and provide for her and push her to admit honestly to herself that she’s submissive. In bed, she’s everything he’s ever hoped he’d find. Outside, her fears and shame make her unwilling to accept who she is capable of being. Pushing her to accept and love herself becomes his first goal. His dominant nature and her submissive-self promise them a happily ever after, but it will take work, trust, honesty, and Mel redefining and accepting herself.
Mike didn’t push her. She had enough going on right now. Instead he pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head. The fruity scent of her shampoo tickled his nose and it seemed so at odds with the woman in his arms. She wasn’t sweet; she was passionate, spicy, erotic.
“Mike…” she whispered, “I don’t think we should do this.”
Fuck that. “Irish, you think too much,” he grumbled. He scooped her up and walked toward the bedrooms. “Which one is yours?”
She wiggled in his arms and he growled, “Want your butt paddled? Answer me.”
She hit his shoulder, “You ass!”
He pushed open one door with his hip, tightening his grip on Mel. There was a poster for a kids movie hanging up and the room looked too tidy for this hellcat. He backed out and pushed through the other door and grunted in satisfaction. The queen sized bed was framed by white iron which criss-crossed and reminded him of a gothic stained glass window, complete with the arch.
“Mike, I think you should put me down.”
He chuckled darkly, “Stop thinking. I like your bed.” He pulled back an ivory cable-knit blanket and lay her on the gray sheets. Her eyes darkened in desire and she stopped fighting him. He purred, “Good girl.”
“Mike? What are you doing?” Her voice was breathy.
“I’m going to finish what we started earlier.” He ran his nose along her jawline and then bit her ear. “And Irish, you’re going to just feel, no thinking.” She panted and squirmed deliciously against him. “You fucking love that, don’t you.” He leaned back and looked at her. “Tell me you want it.” He waited and she nodded once. “No, Irish, say it,” he demanded.
“Yes. I want you.”
“You’re going to swallow my cock. I’m going to fuck you anyway I want because you want it too.” He had to stop himself from grinning at her obvious pleasure from his words. She liked his gruff demeanor and it just made it hotter that she was willing to submit.
Mel’s licked her lips and breathed out, “Yes. Ohmigod, please, yes.”
He intertwined his fingers with her left hand; kissing each finger, her palm and down her arm before taking her hand and wrapping it around the bar. His fingers traced down the soft skin inside her arms and she writhed beneath him.
“Keep it there.” He commanded, and then kissed down her arm and pushed her shirt up. He grunted, “This is the ugliest bra I’ve ever seen.”
She sat up and pulled her shirt down, “Asshole. My boobs hurt and need the extra support.”
“Oh, Irish…” he cocked an eyebrow, “you let go.” He shook his head and then leaned down and kissed her lips. She turned her face to avoid his lips. His fingers cupped her face as his lips pressed against hers, gently at first and then more forceful. She whimpered and then parted her lips allowing his tongue to tangle with hers. Her submission was potent. He continued to kiss her as one hand slid to her back and unhooked her bra. She let out a surprised squeak and her head pulled back.
“You’re adorable and in so much trouble.” He warned as he whipped the t-shirt over her head pulling it up her arms and then carefully dragging her arms behind her. He made sure she rotated her arms painlessly before pushing her back against the mattress, the t-shirt effectively restraining her arms at her sides.
He pulled a knife out of his pocket and Mel tried to scoot backwards. “Stay still or I will tie you down.” He pulled her bra strap away from her skin and sliced through it. “You will never wear this again.”
Mel grunted, “You owe me a new bra.”
He chuckled darkly, “Oh, I fully intend to dress you to my satisfaction.” He cut the other strap and then put his knife away. He tugged the bra off her body and growled, “Fucking beautiful.” He bent down and licked one nipple and then watched her reaction. “How sore are they?”
“Sore, but that feels nice,” she admitted.
He suckled her breast, tugging gently on her nipple and her hips tried to move, begging for more. She was so easy to read, and ready for so much more. Mike grunted in satisfaction, his woman was willing when she stopped worrying. He decided he’d figure out how to take her worry away because the warm woman beneath him deserved that.
His mouth played with one breast while his hand gave equal attention to her other. She panted, “Please Mike, I need more.”
He chuckled and sat back, her face was flushed and she scowled at him. He laughed at her expression. “You worried I won’t give you what you need?”
She pouted, huffed and threw her head back against the bed. “You’re torturing me, and you enjoy it.”
He nodded slowly. His voice was a low growl. “I enjoy your submission.” He stood up and peeled her pants and undies off. She watched, her cheeks pink, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. He ran his hands up her bare legs, lightly scratching.
“I want you to come on my tongue. I want to taste you. I want your pussy wet and achy and begging to be fucked by me.”
“Ohmigod, I’m there. Please!” she begged.
He grinned, feeling like a king. He slowly undressed, watching her squirm as he uncovered more skin. Her thighs clenched together when he unbuckled his belt. He lowered his zipper and she licked his lips.
“Irish, you want to suck my cock?”
She nodded and tried to roll toward him but couldn’t. He laughed, “Oh, Irish… you should have stayed at the house. You would be more comfortable strapped into a swing. You will be there tomorrow night.” He stripped off his shoes and pants and settled his body on top of hers. The image of her in his swing, lining her weeping pussy up to his cock made him clench his jaw. He would come on her before he ever got to touch her.
“Jesus, you’re so beautiful.” He whispered against her lips. She scoffed and he bit her lip and then soothed the sting with his tongue. He placed kisses down her jawline, her neck and toward her breasts. He spent several minutes fondling and licking her breasts and she wrapped her legs around him.
She rocked against his belly, whispering pleas to him and he slid down her body, pushing her thighs apart before burying his tongue into her pussy.
“Ohmigod…” Mel growled and her hips bucked against his mouth.
He wrapped his large hands around her thighs and pushed her open further. His tongue flicked up to her clit and suckled it and she began to moan. He drove his tongue inside her as her pussy clamped around him, he moved his hand and pinched and rolled her clit and she screamed his name and flooded his mouth.
He purred with approval, using his tongue to lap up her wetness and bring her down from her climax high. Her eyes were bright and her skin was a beautiful pink. He carefully helped her sit up and removed the t-shirt, rubbing her shoulders and then massaging each arm.
“Oh… god. Mike, that was…”
“We aren’t done, Irish.”
She offered him a saucy smile and teased, “Bring it.”
He helped her roll over and pulled her hips back. “Hold the bars.” He waited until she complied and then pushed her thighs apart, pulled her butt up high forcing her face down onto the pillows and rubbed his cock along the seam of her pussy.
“You’re so wet.” He growled with satisfaction, “You want my cock?”
She didn’t hesitate, instead she purred, “Yes.”
She rocked back toward him and he slapped her butt. “You get my cock when I decide.”
“Ohmigod.” She whined and then gasped when he slid a finger into her slippery channel while his thumb toyed with her clit.
“So greedy.” He added a second finger and her hands gripped the bars tighter. “You need my big fat cock. Your pussy feels so empty without it.”
“Yes, please.” He removed his hand and slid his cock in slowly, an inch at a time. He watched her breathing increase, her eyes closed as she rested her head against the pillow. She murmured, “So good… you feel so good.”
“Because your pussy knows its master.” He chuckled as she clamped tightly around him. He covered her back with his body and moved slowly as her body acclimated to his size. “You’re so fucking tight.” Mike bit down on his tongue to stop himself from going over. She was close to coming again, her breathing was erratic, a sheen of sweat covered her body.
“Let go of the bars.” He wrapped an arm around her chest and pulled her up against him. He settled on his knees; her body cradled against his chest; his cock buried deep inside her. One hand held her hip and moved her while his other gently wrapped around her neck so he could feel each breath she took. She tilted her head back, her lips seeking his. She lightly brushed her lips against his before her entire body tightened.
His body responded; hips thrusting while his hand tightened on her hip, pulling her against him as he slammed in harder and harder. His balls drew up tight before he exploded. Mel’s keening wail was pure pleasure, her body milking him, clutching his cock almost painfully.
He held her tightly against him, his hips finally stopped moving and his hand released her neck and cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple. Her body responded and he muttered, “You feel so fucking good. You feeling good?”
“Oh sweet Jesus, Michael Salvatore.” She relaxed against him, “You’ve ruined me.”
“Is that bad or good?”
“I feel amazing. This ‘no thinking’ thing has serious merit.”
He laughed, pleased with her admission. He gently lay her down and then rolled her on top of him. She snuggled her head into his chest and her hand wrapped around his shoulder, holding her tight against him.
He grabbed the blankets with one hand, trying not to disturb her and pulled up, covering them both with blankets
She sighed, “Tonight was amazing, but if you ever spank me in public, I’ll castrate your ass.”
He chuckled, “Irish, first of all you can’t castrate my ass. Secondly, I like control in all things but this shit stays in the bedroom.” He chuckled, “Well, in private.” He kissed the top of her head, “That said, you piss me off in the office, expect to pay a debt that night.”
She pinched him lightly before teasing, “Yeah, you scare me.” She tried to roll away but he stopped her, grabbing her wrist.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
She didn’t even look at him as she pulled her wrist free. She answered, “The bathroom.”
When she returned she looked shy and unsure of herself. Mike pulled back the covers, “Irish, get into bed.”
She slid into bed, a shy smile on her face. “You’ll spend the night?”
“Yes.” He kissed the top of her head as she curled up against him. “Tomorrow night we’ll be at my place.”