All Chapters of Anything He wants: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MIGUELI set her down on the bed, tossing the towel aside so there’s nothing in between us. She immediately spreads her legs, and I smile when I see how wet she already is for me. God, she’s so fucking perfect. All I want to do is ram my cock so hard into her that she’ll be sore for a week, but I force myself to wait, calling on the last of my willpower as I position the head of my cock against her pussy but not allowing it to slide in.“Are you sure about this?” I ask her, positioning my body over hers so our faces are almost touching.I laugh at the frustrated groan she gives and her feeble attempts at forcing me inside her with her legs and arms.“Yes! Please, Miguel, I need you inside me.”“I can’t do this and let you go. You understand that, right? If I do this, then you’re mine forever. I want you to stay here, marry me, start a family with me.”I watch her blue eyes, looking for any signs of uncertainty, but there aren’t any. They’re filled with love and desire, and I can’t bel

BLUE BIRDI sat at the bar lining the windows, which flanked the cobblestoned street. It was a small dive, in a tiny town on Cape Cod. I was waiting for Him. My fingers drummed on my beer glass, as my nerves rattled.We’d been talking for a long time, and, finally, I would get to meet him in person. I mean, I knew what he looked like, and I’d heard his voice, but this was the first time I would see him in real life.I was beginning to worry. The darkness had begun to creep in outside, and perhaps he had decided not to come. My heart sunk a little, as the excitement dwindled, and the hurt came in, surrounding me in heaviness. He had been very slow to warm up to me; I’d had to nudge him quite a lot. I dropped my head. Perhaps it’s just that, online, I’ll never meet anyone. I tipped my glass to finish my drink.I put my money and tip on the oak bar top and pulled my jean jacket on over my floral sundress. You’re silly, Jennifer. Dressing up for him. I started to walk out, and a hand grab

Anger bubbled inside of me, or perhaps it was hurt. Maybe it was my self-doubt creeping back in. The doubt that I would ever find out who I was; so far I was merely feeling like a freak — and not in a good way. I was bawling as I drove. Wondering what I could have done differently.The drive was a good twenty minutes and didn’t do much to calm my nerves. I was speeding, which was unlike me. I didn’t feel like going home, so I drove to a place that held memories for me. It was a private beach. I drove down the small, rough terrain to the tiny, sandy parking lot. I walked out to the large boulders that sat in front of the pond and leaned against them.I saw lights coming down after me, and my heart trembled a little. I didn’t have a permit for this beach. Hell, I had moved away from this neighborhood years ago. But I realized it was Sir, and I scooted a little further into the shadows. I no doubt looked like a hot mess, and keeping my temper under control would be harder now that the fl

Moist lips, twisting of tongues, and his hands clawed at my body, scratching up inside the thin fabric of my cotton shirts. His scent surrounded me and lured my subconscious to another place. He walked me backward into the elevator that chimed. He tasted like coffee from breakfast at the diner, and I was getting a little frantic with need, as his body pressed against mine. The cold bar of the elevator dug uncomfortably into my back, but he grasped my ass and lifted me. His cock rubbed against my pussy, which ached for him so desperately.I barely heard the chime on our floor. He released me, and my mouth was pouting and slightly swollen, and my pussy was needy. I whimpered and looked up at him sadly.“Oh, you have a long time to wait, little blue bird. I have much to still do with you.”I followed him, as he carried our bags. He opened the door and allowed me to walk in first. The room was like any other economy hotel room.Sir had requested I bring a nightie that he had seen me in on

I perused the menu, trying to find something. I’d only eaten two meals with the man — a burger for dinner and breakfast at the diner. Nothing looked appetizing. “Sir, would you like me to take your car and get us something from a nearby place?” I glanced over at him.“No one drives my car. Besides, can you even drive a stick shift?” His eyes looked around his laptop.I shook my head, no. Defeated, I re-read the menu. I sat on the bed and flopped down on my stomach. I let out a sigh and turned on the TV.“Turn that off, it’s distracting,” he scolded.I sat there in silence, and, with nothing better to do, I lay there, staring at him. Dropping my head, I took a deep breath. Picking up my iPhone, I decided perhaps takeout was the way to go. I ordered a pizza. Hamburger seemed like a good bet and some cola. The phone rang, and he gave me a quizzical look.“Hello? Yes, I’ll be right down.” I fished through my purse for some money.“Here,” he said watching me. He held out a card.“Sir, I ca