The Roosevelt: 3:00 PM
'God, I haven't done this in so long…'
'It's been years since we've done this.'
'A-fucking-men, sister.'
Emily laughed. All five of us girls were lounging naked by the pool, drinking wine (well, Jane was drinking Pepsi). The men were inside, doing their normal men thing while we have some girl time.
'Just a quick thing,' said Isabelle, 'if I fall asleep, someone needs to poke me. I don't do sunburns.'
'That's what she said,' sniggered Emily.
'Haw, haw, Em,' said Isabelle in a sarcastic tone, 'haw, haw.'
'What?' said Emily, 'I couldn't pass that joke up.'
'You really are the female version of Murphy,' said Isabelle, sipping her wine.
'You don't do sunburns but you lived in Miami,' I said, 'that makes a lot of sense, Isabelle.'
'So I lived in Miami,' said Isabelle, 'I still don't do sunburns.'
'Sunburns suck,' I said, 'hardcore.'
'Amen, girl,' said Angelica.
Emily sighed, taking a deep drink of her wine. She closed her eyes.
'Mmm…' she said, swallowing, 'this wine is fantastic.'
'I want a sip,' I said, reaching out, 'hand it over.'
'Uh-uh,' said Emily, 'you got your own glass, bitch.'
'Aww, come on,' I said, 'sharing is caring.'
'Nope,' said Emily, looking at Jane, 'can you pour her a glass? This shit's for all of us and she ain't getting any of mine.'
Jane smiled. She poured me a glass of the vintage red wine that Michael had bought for us, handing it to me.
'Here,' she said.
'Thank you,' I smiled, taking the glass.
Jane beamed, taking another sip of her Pepsi. Angelica looked up at the hotel, a look of deep thought on her face.
'I wonder what the boys are up to,' she said.
'I'm not too sure,' said Emily.
Well, we weren't sure what they were up to, but unfortunately, we had an unwanted viewer: Dolly. He was peeking out the curtains in his room at me. He licked his lips as he stared at me, lying naked between Jane and Emily.
'God, you have a nice rack…' he whispered, 'but your left one would look so much prettier without that stupid tattoo…'
Michael walked by Dolly's room, absentmindedly texting on his phone. He stopped, peering into the room.
'What is he staring at with that stupid look on his face?' he whispered.
'Jane, could you do me a favour?' I asked.
'Sure, sweetie,' smiled Jane, 'what do you need?'
'Would you mind putting sun block on my back?' I asked, 'normally it's Connor's job, but, you know, he's kinda not allowed out here right now.'
'Of course,' said Jane.
I grinned. I rolled over on my back, allowing Jane to rub the sun block on my still semi-pale back.
'Thank you so damn much,' I said, 'you are a life saver.'
'You're very welcome, Rebecca,' smiled Jane.
'Damn it, Jane…' growled Dolly, 'she's mine…'
'Who's yours, dick-wad?'
Dolly jumped, turning around. Michael had his arms folded, a cold glare fixed in his eyes. Dolly panted nervously.
'Uhh…' he stuttered, 'n-no one…'
Michael continued to glare at Dolly. He dialled Connor's number, his eyes still fixed on Dolly.
Connor groaned sleepily as he felt his phone vibrate next to his pillow. He growled, answering it.
'I was asleep,' he hissed angrily, 'wha' tha fuck do ye want?'
'Come to Dolly's room.'
Connor growled. He got up, putting his clothes on, mumbling grumpily.
'This better be fuckin' important…' he hissed, stomping to Dolly's room.
'You're fucked, asshole,' growled Michael.
Connor came stomping into Dolly's room. His eyes were blood-shot and his hair was a mess. He looked over at Michael, glaring.
'What?' he said.
'I caught this fuck-face spying on Rebecca,' growled Michael, 'and he was checking out Jane, too.'
Connor froze. He looked between Michael and Dolly and back. Then, finally, with an angry roar, he grabbed Dolly by the throat, pinning him against the wall. His blue eyes turned cold as he stared into Dolly's, tightening his grip. Dolly choked.
'Connor…' he wheezed, 'let me go…'
Michael stomped over to Dolly, putting his pistol to his head. Connor didn't relinquish his hold on Dolly's throat, his eyes still cold.
'You think you can snake your way out of this one?' growled Michael, 'think again.'
Dolly spluttered, gasping for air. His eyes locked on Connor's, his face slowly beginning to turn blue.
'Connor…' he gasped, 'dude…let me go…please…'
'You've been nothin' but a fuckin' leech to Rebecca an' I,' growled Connor angrily, 'day in, day out, all ye do is fuckin' stare at 'er an' I'm sick an' fuckin' tired o' it.'
'I'm…sorry…' gasped Dolly, struggling to breathe, 'I'm…sorry…'
'WHY SHOULD I BELIEVE YOU?!' roared Connor, tightening his grip even more, 'WHY?!'
Dolly wheezed. He tried to pry Connor's hands from his throat, but it was no use. He was stuck in the grip of the enraged Irishman.
Connor loosened his grip, taking his gun out. Dolly gasped, spluttering as he tried to regain air. Connor pinned Dolly's shoulder, pointing the gun to his head.
'I WILL BLOW YER GOD DAMN BRAINS OUT!' he roared, 'I'M NOT FUCKIN' AROUND, DOLLY!'
Michael cocked his pistol. He stood next to Connor, pointing it in Dolly's face.
'YOU'VE FUCKED WITH THE WRONG PEOPLE!' he roared.
'Please, don't hurt me…' begged Dolly, 'please…I'm sorry…please don't hurt me…'
Connor shook his head. He fired his gun at Dolly's luggage, his eyes turning even colder now as he dropped his pistol. He grabbed his revolver, loading a single bullet in it before spinning the chambers, locking it and pointing it at Dolly's head.
'WHAT YE DID WAS SIN, GREED, PRIDE, GLUTTONY, AN' WORSE OF ALL, LUST!' he roared, 'JUDGEMENT DAY BASTARD!'
I looked up, hearing the sound of the gunshot. I knew that something was wrong.
'Shit…'
I ran into the hotel, searching for Connor. I didn't care that I was naked, all I cared about was my fiancé's safety.
'Heaven, Hell, or Earth, it's God's decision, fuck-nugget,' growled Michael.
Dolly sobbed as Connor pressed the gun closer to his head. He didn't want to die.
'I'm sorry, Connor…' he wept, 'I'm sorry…'
Connor cocked the revolver, putting his finger on the trigger. Dolly closed his eyes, silently praying to the heavens.
'Will there be salvation or devastation fer ye, sinful fucker?' hissed Connor.
Dolly sobbed harder now. I ran around the corner, stopping at the doorway to Dolly's room. I knew that Connor was in one of his moods, and I knew how to snap him out of it.
'CONNOR ADAM MACMANUS!'
Connor turned his head. His cold, dark eyes bored into mine, sending chills throughout my body. He spoke, but his voice wasn't its usual soft self. Oh, no. His voice was cold, twisted, full of rage.
'Ye should have saw this comin',' he said.
I watched in horror as Connor turned his attention back to Dolly. He dug the revolver deeper into his temple, his voice still cold.
'I'm sick and tired of this fuckin' snake eyeing you up like a hungry mosquito wanting human blood,' he growled, 'he has sinned baby. SINNED!'
Dolly was sobbing so hard he began making weird noises. Slowly, I approached Connor, trying to get him to settle down.
'Con-Con…' I said gently, 'settle down, now. We don't want to blow things out of proportion.'
Connor growled. I was playing mind games with him again. He shook his head, trying to shake the resistance.
'You've grown sick of his perverted games, too,' he whispered, 'you've told me.'
'I know I have,' I soothed, still walking towards him, 'but I would never resort to violence. I can't afford to have the love of my life go to prison for murder.'
Connor's arm slowly began to shake. A single tear rolled down his cheek. Michael took his gun away, backing up slowly.
'I'm a Saint,' whispered Connor, 'it's my duty ta rid this world o' sin.'
'Is he worth it, Connor?' I said, 'is he worth the possible life sentence and the possibility of never being able to hold me ever again?'
That did it. Connor dropped the gun, falling to his knees. He buried his face in his hands, shaking with sobs. I knelt down next to him, wrapping my arms tightly around his shoulders.
'Shh…' I soothed, 'it's okay…'
'I'm sorry…' choked Connor between sobs, 'I'm sorry…'
'It's okay, baby…' I whispered softly, 'don't cry…shh…'
Connor moved his hands from his face. He looked up at Dolly, his eyes full of anger.
'STOP YER FUCKIN' SHIT, DICKHEAD!' he cried, breaking down harder.
I looked up at Dolly. My eyes turned into slits as they locked into his, my protective fiancée instincts kicking in.
'You see what you've done, you son of a bitch?' I growled.
Dolly stared at me. His eyes went wide as he backed away from me, sweating profusely.
'It's your own fucking fault he did what he did to you,' I growled, standing up, 'I have had it up to fucking here with your God damn bullshit. I don't love you. I will never love you. What part of that don't you fucking understand?'
Dolly watched me, still backing away. I managed to corner him to a wall, my eyes turning dark.
'You're a sick fuck, Dolly,' I said, shaking my head, 'a stupid, sad, sick fuck.'
I spat right in Dolly's face. He looked at me, stunned. Then, finally, he stood up and ran out of the room. I ran after him, hollering out the door.
'That's right!' I called after him, 'you better run, motherfucker!'
'Baby…' whined Connor.
'Yes, baby?' I said, turning around.
Connor pouted. He looked at me, holding his arms out.
'Come cuddle,' he said.
I sighed. I walked over to him, slowly getting on my knees so I could crawl into his lap.
'I'm sorry ye 'ad ta see tha', baby,' whispered Connor, stroking my hair, 'I never wanted ye ta see tha' side o' me.'
I laughed softly.
'You wanna know the funny part about this, love?' I said.
'What?' said Connor.
I giggled. Slowly, I lifted my head, pressing my lips to his ear.
'I have never been more turned on by you in my entire life,' I purred.
'Oh…' said Connor, raising his eyebrows.
I smirked deviously. I manoeuvred my body, straddling Connor's lap. I looked him dead in the eye, stroking his cheeks.
'Why don't you take out all that pent-up aggression on my pussy?' I teased.
Connor grinned. He scooped me up in his arms, carrying me to our room.
'Now look who's tha seductive Saint,' he teased, kissing my nose.
'Make me your whore, my Prince of Truth,' I purred.
Connor chuckled. We had arrived at our room. He had the key in his jeans, but he couldn't grab it due to me being in his arms.
'Grab tha key,' he said, 'I got anger management classes ta attend.'
I giggled. I reached into Connor's back pocket, taking out the card key. I swiped it, laughing all the while.
Connor pressed his lips to mine, carrying me towards the bed. He gently placed me against the pillows, his eyes full of hunger and lust as he stared at my naked body.
'God, yer hot…' he purred.
'So are you,' I purred back.
Connor chuckled. He crawled on top of me, pressing his lips to mine again. He pulled away, gently biting my lower lip, purring like a content kitty.
'Ooh, Connor…' I moaned, 'mmm…'
'I'm feelin' extra angry this afternoon,' Connor purred in my ear, 'extra, extra angry.'
'Let it out, baby,' I coaxed, 'let it all out. Use me.'
Connor smirked. He rolled me over on my stomach, pulling my ass up. He raised his arm, spanking me. Hard. I cried out, tears of pleasure stinging my eyes.
'Who's been a naughty girl?' said Connor, spanking me, 'who?'
'Me,' I moaned softly, 'I've been a bad girl.'
Connor chuckled.
'I can' hear ye,' he teased, spanking me harder, 'ye gotta speak up, beautiful.'
A low growl escaped from my lips before I could stop it. Connor struck me harder, determined to make me speak louder. I moaned, biting my lip.
'Me,' I repeated, louder this time, 'I've been a naughty little girl.'
Connor smirked.
'Good girl,' he said, rolling me onto my back.
I giggled. Connor went to rub my clit, but I decided to tease him. I closed my legs tight, my eyes dancing deviously.
'What do you want, baby?' I teased, 'hmm?'
'Don't test me, whore…' growled Connor.
'Ooh!' I said, 'someone's a bit cranky this afternoon.'
'I'm warnin' ye, Rebecca…' hissed Connor.
'Temper, temper,' I said, wagging my finger at him, 'temper, temper.'
Connor growled again. He tried prying my legs open, but it was no good. I laughed mockingly.
'Aww…' I teased, 'access denied.'
Connor hissed. He tore his shirt off, tossing it to the ground. I giggled.
'Baby?' I teased, 'are you turning green?'
'Yer damn fuckin' right I am!' roared Connor, pointing his finger at me, 'I'm angry, I'm flustered, an' I'm horny as hell! And you are not helpin' any!'
I laughed.
'If you want me so bad, you're gonna have to try harder,' I said, 'come on.'
Connor sighed. He crawled beside me, latching onto my right breast. He sucked hard, biting my nipple in the process. A low moan erupted at the back of my throat as he sucked, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.
'That's a good boy…' I whispered, running my fingers through his hair, 'ooh…'
Connor pulled away from my tit. He hovered over me, his eyes locking on mine.
'Are ye gonna play nicey-nice wit' me now?' he growled in a challenging tone.
'Nope,' I giggled, 'I like making you angry.'
Connor roared. He raised his hand, slapping me across the face with every ounce of force he could muster. I didn't even cry out. I laughed.
'YE FUCKIN' WHORE!' roared Connor, slapping me again, 'YE STUPID, FUCKIN' WHORE!'
'Connor Smash!' I laughed, 'Connor Smash!'
Connor kneeled in front of me. He tried prying my legs open again, but to no avail. He threw his head back, letting out the mother of all roars.
'SON O' A BITCH!'
'Aww…' I teased, 'poor baby…'
Connor's nostrils flared. He stood up, storming over to his suitcase. I looked at him, my eyes full of curiosity.
'Connor…' I said, 'what are you doing?'
Connor chuckled. He turned around, revealing a coil of black rope that he bought from Liam's armoury.
'If I can' force yer legs open…' he said, 'I'm gonna 'ave ta tie 'em open.'
'You kinky son of a bitch,' I purred.
Connor grinned deviously. He grabbed my wrists, tying them to the bedposts. He hovered over me, looking me dead in the eye.
'You'll be helpless against my power,' he purred, 'there's no hope o' escape. Yer mine, slut.'
'Ooh, Daddy…' I teased.
Connor walked around to the end of the bed. He placed his hands on my knees, forcing my legs so far apart my skin flushed a deep shade of red. I watched as Connor grabbed more rope, tying my ankles. Slowly, he crawled on top of me, his eyes dancing deviously under those beautiful, thick, dirty blond lashes.
'Time fer class,' he purred.
I giggled. Slowly, Connor ran his hand down my body. He placed his thumb on my clit, rubbing it gently. I gasped softly, a small wave of pleasure running through my veins.
Without stopping, Connor leaned his head down. He kissed a line up from my jaw line to my lips, purring softly. I longed to run my fingers though his hair, but I couldn't.
Connor began to vary the motions of his thumb now. He varied from slow and steady to fast, practically masturbating me. I arched my back slightly, fighting against every wave of pleasure that crashed over me.
'That's it, baby…' I moaned, 'God, that feels good…ooh…'
'Yer a filthy little temptress,' snarled Connor, slapping my clit, 'fuckin' skank.'
'Aww…' I said, pretending to be hurt, 'you love me.'
Connor laughed darkly. He stood up, stripping himself of his jeans and boxers. I purred at my now-naked fiance, the sunlight radiating off his skin as his eyes bored into mine.
'Almost time ta let tha Hulk out,' he purred at me, 'are ye prepared?'
I smirked.
'Come and get it.'
Connor grinned. Slowly, he crawled on top of me, his eyes on my body. Slowly and carefully, he planted wet kisses down my naked skin, running his nails along my inner thighs. I struggled against the rope, desperately wanting out of my bounds so I could run my fingers through his hair.
Connor moved down to my pussy area now. He gently kissed along my clit, not licking it, not biting it. No. His favourite method: kisses. Lots and lots of kisses. I constantly praise him for having the softest lips I have ever felt on a man, and he takes great pride in that.
'You are one evil son of a bitch,' I growled as Connor teased around my clit, 'pure fucking evil…'
Connor laughed softly. He had me right where he wanted me, and that was me internally screaming at him to lick me, begging for his satiny-smooth tongue on my aching bud. Like he said earlier: he knows how to push my buttons and make me his, make me beg and ache for him. And I had a feeling that he was gonna deny me orgasms, and my fucking God, I loathe him for doing that to me, but the motherfucker seems to get pure fucking enjoyment out of it.
Connor moved his face in closer now. He snaked his tongue out, giving my clit a teasing lick. I gasped, arching my back. Connor chuckled. It was game-time. He gently wrapped his lips around my clit, licking faster. I growled, struggling against the rope as a hard wave of pleasure coursed throughout my body, sending a mix of fire and ice through my veins.
'Oh, Con-Con…' I whispered between gasps, 'oh, God…oh, God…'
I could feel Connor shaking with laughter. I thrusted my hips upwards, grinding on his tongue as he licked. I struggled against the rope, longing to clutch his head, aching to pull his head in closer, but I knew it was no use. I was stuck.
'Curse this rope…' I hissed to myself, 'curse this stupid, fucking rope…'
Connor shook harder now. California was making him extra frisky, but I wasn't complaining. Sex with Connor is better than anything else in this world, because he knows how to bring me pleasure, how to make me feel close to him while we're bonded together as one, our bodies moving in sync with each other while he slams his cock deep inside my walls, sending me into sexual bliss as we stare into each other's eyes.
Connor shook his head, sending harder waves of pleasure through me. I arched my back again, a low, horny purr escaping from my lips before I could even think about fighting it. I was getting closer and closer to the edge of orgasm, but I knew that if I gave off signals, he would stop, and I didn't want that one bit.
Connor growled hungrily at my taste. He pushed his head in closer, working his tongue in a rosy bud. I tensed up, arching my back as I felt my orgasm building deep inside me, getting closer and closer to exploding. Unfortunately for me, Connor knew that I was on the brink, panting as I prepared to scream. He pulled away, crawling on top of me, his cock inches away from my pussy. I growled.
'You son of a bitch!' I hissed, 'how dare you do this to me?!'
Connor laughed.
'Payback's a bitch, isn't it?' he teased.
I roared angrily. I thrashed against the rope, struggling to free myself. Connor threw his head back, cackling.
'Struggle all ye want, little girl,' he taunted, 'yer not getting away from me. Yer stuck.'
'FUCK YOU!' I hissed.
'Tha' can be arranged,' smirked Connor.
God, I hate it when he does this. I used to be able to escape, but Connor got smart. He used better rope, and he tied me tighter. I could feel the stinging in my wrists and ankles from the newly-formed rope burn, and I knew it would get worse of I continued to struggle. I settled down, not moving a muscle. Connor grinned.
'Atta girl,' he cooed at me, 'yer a good little slut, aren't ye?'
'I got rope burn,' I growled, 'I'd still be struggling if I didn't.'
Connor laughed. He moved his face in closer to mine, his eyes staring into my soul.
'Time fer talking's over,' he whispered, 'time ta unleash tha Hulk.'
I whimpered softly. Slowly, Connor penetrated me, his cock sliding deep inside my walls. I moaned softly as he slowly began to thrust forwards, sliding in and out of my warm, wet pussy.
'Ooh, Connor…' I whispered, 'ooh, yes…'
Connor began to thrust harder, his cock hitting my G-Spot perfectly. I knew that if he thrusted any harder, I'd be screaming until I couldn't scream anymore. Maybe this was a bad idea, but I didn't care. I wanted him to be rough with me, I wanted him to make me scream his name so loud that all of California knew it.
Connor locked his eyes on mine now. He grabbed the headboard with both hands, shoving his cock in deeper. He thrusted harder, slamming me into the mattress. A soft scream escaped from my lips, a shot of adrenaline bursting throughout my body. Now it was time to bring in the big guns.
'I want ye ta scream fer me, Baby Girl,' said Connor, 'I want ye ta scream like tha little slut tha' ye are.'
I shook my head as Connor thrusted harder. I bit my lip, fighting back the mighty scream that crept up into the back of my throat. Connor growled, shoving his cock in deeper.
'I said…' he hissed through his teeth, 'scream.'
I whimpered softly, biting my lip harder. I already submitted to him once, and I refused to let it happen again. Connor thrusted harder, his cock sliding in as deep as it would go.
'No…' I whimpered, 'no…'
'Come on, Rebecca,' coaxed Connor, thrusting harder, 'scream fer Con-Con. Scream like tha little porn star tha' ye are.'
A soft scream escaped from my lips before I could stop it. Connor roared angrily. He gripped the headboard harder, his eyes boring into mine as he continued to drill me into the mattress.
'Not good enough,' he hissed, slapping me across the face, 'scream like ye mean it, ye little slut.'
I shook my head, fighting back the loud shriek of pleasure that had built up inside me. Connor thrusted harder, causing the bed to shake. I couldn't fight it anymore. I released the hold on my lip, letting out the mother of all screams. Connor laughed.
'That's my girl!' he said, 'yes!'
I continued to scream as Connor drilled himself in deeper inside me. Every nerve in my body filled with fire and adrenaline with each thrust, each growl that escaped from his throat.
'What's my name, Baby Girl?' purred Connor, 'what's my name?'
'CONNOR!' I cried, 'CONNOR!'
'Louder!' demanded Connor, slapping me across the face, 'Louder!'
I bit my lip again, trying to fight back the loud scream that had crept up in the back of my throat. Connor growled.
'Stop biting yer damn lip,' he hissed, 'I wanna hear ye scream fer me, Baby Girl.'
I whimpered softly as Connor pressed his lips to my neck. He skimmed his nose along my skin, inhaling my scent before biting the conjunction where my shoulder and neck meet. I whined, struggling more as I continued to fight back my screams.
Connor began to thrust faster now, the headboard bashing off the wall. I couldn't fight anymore.
'CONNOR!' I screamed as loud as I could, 'CONNOR!'
Connor chuckled.
'Atta girl,' he said, pressing his lips to mine.
I continued to scream against Connor's lips. I could feel my body tensing with orgasm with each thrust, each stroke of my G-Spot. I could feel a low growl erupting at the back of Connor's throat as he slowly parted my lips with his tongue, gripping my hips as he began to move faster.
'Fuck…' he whispered, 'Rebecca…'
My orgasm slowly began to build inside me, causing my body to shake. Connor tightened his grip on my hips, his cock slamming against my G-Spot. My body began to shake more, my breathing becoming laboured as every nerve in my body tensed, screaming for me to let go and cum. Then, finally, with one mighty thrust, I came. Connor chuckled.
'That's me girl,' he purred.
I panted hard. I couldn't speak. All I could do was lie there as Connor continued to slam me into the mattress, the headboard continuing to smash against the wall. I purred at Connor, praising him.
'That's a good boy,' I said, 'take all your anger out on me. Use me, baby. Use me.'
Connor growled. He lowered his head, biting my neck fiercely. I gasped softly, goosebumps creeping up my arms as his hot breath tickled my neck.
'Fuck…' hissed Connor, 'oh, fuck…fuck…'
My opportunity arose. As Connor raised his head, I latched my teeth onto his neck, biting hard. Connor clenched his teeth, a fierce moan erupting out of his mouth.
'Harder!' he commanded, 'harder!'
I smirked. I sunk my teeth in harder, almost breaking skin. Connor snarled, thrusting harder. I could feel him tensing up, his orgasm building. Time to coax him.
'Cum for me, baby,' I purred, 'cum for me.'
Connor moaned loudly as he tensed up more. I threw my head back, letting out a small shriek of pleasure.
'That's it, baby…' I purred, 'use me. Let it out.'
Connor snarled again. I knew it was only a matter of time before he exploded, and I wanted him closer to me, but I couldn't touch him.
'Kiss me,' I said, 'kiss me.'
Connor leaned his head down. He fiercely pressed his lips against mine, digging his nails deep into my hips. I bit his lower lip, causing him to snarl with intense pleasure. I giggled.
'That's it, Connor,' I purred, 'good boy.'
Connor grunted. And groaned. And growled. Then, with one final thrust, he came. We both panted, our bodies coated in sweat. Connor rolled over onto his side of the bed, wheezing madly. I looked at him.
'Uhh…Connor?' I said.
'What?' panted Connor.
'Can you untie me now?' I asked, 'I'm kinda stuck.'
'Let me catch my damn breath first…' wheezed Connor, 'fuckin' hell…'
I nodded slowly. I started coughing, my throat raw from screaming. Slowly, Connor crawled on top of me, un-tying my wrists. I looked at them, noticing that I had really bad rope burn.
'Holy shit,' I said, 'look at my wrists.'
Connor carefully inspected my wrists. He sighed.
'Sorry, love,' he said.
'My fault for struggling,' I said.
'Well, maybe ye shouldn't have struggled,' teased Connor.
'Shut up and un-tie my ankles,' I said.
Connor chuckled. He un-tied my ankles, laughing softly as he inspected them.
'Ye have rope burn on yer ankles, too,' he said, cuddling up next to me.
'Ow,' I whimpered.
Connor jumped.
'Are ye okay?' he asked, sounding very alarmed.
'Rope burn…' I hissed, 'fucking stings like a bitch…'
'Here,' said Connor, gently taking my left wrist, 'let me kiss it better.'
'Aww…' I said, 'you're an angel.'
Connor smiled. Slowly and carefully, he kissed the stinging red mark on my wrist. I winced slightly, holding back a gasp of pain as Connor gently brushed his lips all around my wrist, kissing every inch of the burn.
'Better?' he asked.
'A little,' I said.
Connor moved to my right wrist. I gasped softly as he kissed it, wincing. Connor looked down at my ankles, then at me.
'How are yer ankles?' he asked.
'They're not as bad,' I said, 'they're okay for now.'
Connor smiled. He was just about to lean in to give me a kiss when, suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Connor growled.
'Fuck…' he said, grabbing his boxers, 'who tha fuck could that be?'
'It might be Murphy,' I said, sitting up.
Connor growled again. He picked up his t-shirt, tossing it to me.
'Put that on,' he said, 'if it is Murphy, I don't want him bitching.'
I sighed. I pulled the shirt over my head, gently running my fingers through my hair. I stood up, but I lost my balance and fell.
'WHOA!'
Connor laughed.
'Wow,' he teased, 'yer so beautiful, ye faceplant wit' grace.'
I growled angrily. Connor chuckled.
'Yer adorable,' he said.
'Fuck you,' I hissed, standing up slowly.
Connor chuckled. He opened the door. Marie, the maid, was standing there with a concerned look on her face.
'Oh!' said Connor, 'hey, Marie.'
'I heard screaming,' said Marie, 'is Rebecca okay?'
'Yeah, she is,' said Connor, 'we were jus' watchin' a horror movie. She's kind o' a chicken when it comes ta tha' sort o' thing.'
I laughed. I managed to stumble over to Connor, jumping on his back.
'Boo,' I said.
Connor laughed.
'Boo back,' he said.
I giggled, planting a kiss on the bite-mark I left on his neck. Marie looked at my wrists, frowning.
'What happened to her wrists?' she asked.
'We went rock climbing earlier an' she fell,' said Connor, 'she's fine.'
'Whatever you say,' said Marie, walking away.
Connor sighed.
'Ye think she bought it?' he asked as he shut the door.
'I hope she did,' I said, 'I don't need maids sticking their nose in my sex life.'
'I couldn't agree more,' said Connor.
I laughed. I jumped off Connor's back, only to fall again.
'Damn it!'
Connor laughed.
'Careful, love,' he said, 'I don't need ye breakin' yer nose.'
'Can you please pick me up?' I whimpered.
'Aww…' said Connor, 'come 'ere.'
I sighed as Connor gently scooped me up in his arms. He smiled at me.
'I love you,' he cooed.
I giggled.
'You're adorable,' I said as he carried me over to the bed.
'So are you,' smiled Connor, setting me down.
I giggled. Connor crawled on top of me, smiling brightly as he looked me in the eyes.
'Yer giggle is so cute,' he said, 'so cute.'
I blushed slightly. Connor laughed.
'God, yer adorable,' he said.
'So are you,' I said, smiling brightly at him.
'I'll let ye 'ave tha' one,' teased Connor, 'ye win.'
I laughed.
'I always win,' I said, 'always.'
Connor smiled. He leaned down, nuzzling my nose. I giggled.
'I love you,' I said.
'An' I love you,' smiled Connor.
Malibu Beach: 11:00 PM
'Wow…what a gorgeous view…'
'Breath-taking…jus' like you.'
'Suck-up.'
'Well, it's true. Ye are breath-taking.'
I laughed.
Connor and I stood at the edge of the water. We decided to drive to Malibu Beach since we had gone to Venice Beach earlier in the day. The moon cast a magical glow onto the ocean, the waves gently splashing onto the shore, tickling our toes. Connor smiled at me.
'I'm so glad we can share this moment together,' he said, 'jus' me an' you.'
'This is so much better than Miami,' I said, 'it's a lot prettier.'
'Everywhere we go is better when I'm wit' you,' said Connor.
I laughed.
'You are such a sap,' I said.
Connor laughed. He leaned over, gently shoving me.
'Hey!' I said.
'Come catch me!' laughed Connor, running towards the water.
'God damn it, Connor!' I yelled, running after him.
'You can't catch me!' laughed Connor.
That did it. I swam up behind Connor, latching myself onto his back, laughing.
'Rawr!' I growled, 'I got you!'
Connor laughed.
'That was fun!' he said, 'wow!'
I giggled. I put my lips next to his earlobe, nipping it playfully. Connor closed his eyes, a low moan escaping from his lips. I giggled.
'Looks like someone's got the same fetish as Emily,' I teased, nipping his earlobe again.
'Do not,' protested Connor.
'Your purrs tell an entirely different tale,' I teased, nipping harder.
Connor moaned softly. He bit his lip, hiding the low purr that had crept up at the back of his throat.
'Jesus fuck…' he muttered.
I laughed.
'You're a terrible liar, Connor,' I said, nipping a bit harder, 'a terrible, terrible liar.'
Connor moaned again. He reached back, rubbing my sides as I continued to nip his earlobe, purring softly in his ear.
'God damn it, Becca-Bear…' whispered Connor.
'God, you sound sexy when you moan like that…' I purred.
Connor moaned again. I nipped harder, purring louder. Connor slightly tilted his head back, letting out the mother of all moans.
'Don't stop…' he moaned, 'don't stop…'
I giggled. Slowly, I let go of his back. I dived under the water, swimming between his legs before surfacing in front of him.
'Boo.'
Connor laughed.
'Peek-A-Boo,' he purred, pressing his lips to mine.
I laughed. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself in closer to him. Connor laughed.
'Yer adorable,' he said.
'No, you are,' I said.
'Nah…' said Connor, gently poking my nose, 'ye are.'
I giggled. I gently pressed my lips to Connor's again, playfully nipping his lower lip. Connor moaned softly, closing his eyes. I purred at him, nipping his lip again. Connor purred back, gently nipping my nose. I giggled, smiling at him as I looked in his eyes.
'The moonlight really compliments your eyes…' I said softly, 'wow…'
Connor blushed. I giggled.
'You're cute when you blush,' I teased.
Connor smirked. Then, suddenly, before I could even think, he splashed me. Well, at first I kinda swam there, stunned, but then I decided it was payback time, so I splashed him back. That's when it escalated.
'Give it up, Rebecca!' said Connor as we continued to splash each other, 'yer not gonna win!'
'Oh, yes, I am!' I retorted.
'No, yer not!' said Connor.
'Yes, I am!' I said, swimming away.
'No, yer…' began Connor, but he noticed I was swimming away. He growled.
'Come back here, you!' he called, chasing after me.
I laughed.
'You can't catch me!' I taunted.
'Yes, I fuckin' will!' hollered Connor.
I turned around. I stuck my tongue out at Connor, swimming faster. Connor chuckled, diving under the water. I stopped dead, looking around. I frowned.
'Where the hell did he go?' I said to myself.
Well, my question was soon answered. I felt something tugging at my right leg. I screamed as something popped to the surface.
'BOO!'
I screamed again. It was Connor. He laughed, but stopped when he noticed that I wasn't laughing back. He frowned.
'Baby…' he said softly, 'did I scare ye?'
I nodded, panting hard. My heart was racing, beating erratically in my chest as I tried to catch my breath. Connor frowned more.
'Aww…' he said, taking me in his arms, 'I'm sorry, love.'
I snuggled in close to Connor, gently resting my head on his shoulder. I shivered as the cold water lapped against my skin. Connor noticed my tiny shiver.
'Are ye cold, baby?' he asked.
I nodded.
'A little,' I said.
'Let's get ye out o' tha water, love,' said Connor, 'I don't want ye getting hypothermia.'
'No,' I protested, clenching my teeth so they wouldn't chatter, 'I wanna keep swimming.'
'But yer shaking,' said Connor.
'I'll be fine,' I protested.
Connor sighed.
'I'm just lookin' out fer ye, baby,' he said, 'I don't want ye getting sick.'
I sighed. I wormed my way out of Connor's arms, swimming away from him. My teeth began chattering as I stroked my arms. If I kept swimming, my body will adjust to the water, but I knew that Connor would be stubborn and make me go back onto shore.
Connor sighed. He swam after me, looking very concerned. My teeth chattered more, my whole body feeling like I was swimming naked in the middle of winter. Connor swam up behind me, tightly wrapping his arms around me.
'Are ye sure yer okay, love?' he asked.
'Uh-huh,' I said through my chattering teeth, 'never better.'
'Don't lie ta me,' scolded Connor, 'I can hear yer teeth chatterin'.'
'Connor, I'm fine,' I protested, 'I swear.'
'If ye get too cold, let me know, okay?' said Connor, kissing my cheek.
'Just give my body time to adjust,' I said, holding back a shiver, 'once I'm adjusted, I won't be as cold.'
Connor sighed.
'Alright,' he said, 'I will.'
I laughed softly. I slowly swam up to him, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck.
'You are such a worry-wart,' I teased, kissing his nose, 'live a little, will ya?'
'I can't help it,' said Connor.
'Why?' I teased, 'because I was once the Damsel In Distress and you ended up catching Prince Charming Syndrome?'
Connor chuckled.
'That's not all I caught,' he said, 'I caught somethin' else, too.'
'Oh?' I said, raising a brow, 'what would that be?'
'Princess Lady Syndrome,' smiled Connor.
I laughed softly. I looked down at the water, blushing a bright shade of pink. Connor chuckled.
'Aww, baby…' he said, tilting my head up so I could look in his eyes, 'ye don't have ta be embarrassed.'
I blushed a deeper shade of pink now. I lowered my head again, burying my face in his neck.
'Stop it…' I mumbled.
'Stop what?' asked Connor.
'Stop making me blush,' I said, 'if I blush any deeper, I'll look like Murphy when he's in Rage Mode.'
'I can't help it, baby,' said Connor, 'yer my Princess.'
I whined. I buried my face deeper into his neck, my face going hot as I went from deep pink to bright red. Connor laughed.
'Yer adorable,' he said, kissing the top of my head.
'Shut up…' I mumbled, 'I am not…'
'Yes, ye are,' insisted Connor.
'Liar,' I grumbled.
'It's tha truth, love,' said Connor.
I growled. Connor frowned at me.
'Why are ye so down on yerself?' he asked.
'Shitty self-esteem,' I answered, 'I don't think I'm beautiful.'
Connor sighed. He tilted my head up again, holding my face in his hands, looking me dead in the eye as he spoke.
'You are beautiful,' he said, 'you've given me the chance of a lifetime to experience what love is an' how ta care 'bout someone o' tha opposite sex. Yer tha only one I ever saw ever havin' a future wit', an' I will gladly share a future wit' you. Look at us. We're in Hollywood. We're getting married. I'm going to marry tha most beautiful girl in tha entire universe, an' ye damn well know tha' I would do anythin' ta protect ye, even if tha' means sacrificing my own life. I love you, Rebecca Jane. I fucking love you.'
Well, I didn't know what to think. I looked away again, hiding my tears.
'I love you, too…' I whispered.
'Baby, look at me,' said Connor, 'look at me.'
I slowly lifted my head. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, gently glowing in the moonlight. Connor sighed.
'Don't ye ever think tha' yer not beautiful,' he said, wiping my eyes, 'ye got that?'
I didn't answer. I tightly wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer to him, mashing our lips together in a heated dance. Connor moaned softly, melting into the kiss as I wrapped my legs around hi, grinding on him as I gently parted his lips with my tongue, a soft purr escaping from my lips as I gently slid my tongue into his now-open mouth. Connor moaned softly, grabbing my ass as I continued to grind on him, a horny purr erupting at the back of my throat as I bit his lower lip.
'How bad do ye want me?' purred Connor.
'Really bad,' I moaned.
'Not good enough, Princess,' teased Connor, 'I know ye can do better than tha'.'
'Don't you pull that shit with me, Connor,' I growled.
Connor smirked. He pushed my wet hair away from my ear, purring gently.
'Then I guess ye don't want me long, hard, Irish cock, do ye?' he teased.
I growled angrily. Connor smirked deviously, his eyes dancing mischievously.
'Wipe that fucking smirk off your face,' I growled.
Connor chuckled. He smirked even more, knowing that he had me. Instead of making smart-ass remark, I splashed him. That did it.
'You bitch!' growled Connor, sending a huge splash my way.
I screamed as the splash came over my head, crashing on me. I swam there, blinking and coughing.
'CONNOR!' I spluttered, 'YOU ASSHOLE!'
Connor laughed. He swam up to me, immediately pressing his lips to mine so I wouldn't scream at him. I moaned into the kiss, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, moulding my body to his.
Connor gently parted my lips with his tongue, sliding it into my now-open mouth. I purred softly, clinging harder, digging my nails into his shoulders.
'Ye really want me, don't ye?' teased Connor.
'You're fucking right I do,' I growled.
Connor smirked. He reached under the water, slowly rubbing my clit with his thumb. I growled.
'Connor…'
'Yes, baby?' teased Connor, rubbing faster.
'You're an asshole,' I moaned, 'a complete and total asshole.'
Connor laughed. He looked over at the Thomas blanket that we had laid down in the sand, then back to me. He smirked.
'Ye wanna?' he asked.
I looked over at the blanket. I chewed my lip nervously.
'What if someone sees us?' I asked, 'I don't wanna spend some of my vacation in jail for indecent exposure.'
Connor laughed.
'We're Saints,' he said, 'we don't give a fuck about tha rules. An' besides, they can't have…this.'
I gasped as Connor squeezed my ass. Part of me wanted him, part of me wanted to wait. What to do?
'Okay…' I said as Connor kissed my neck, 'I guess you got a point…'
Connor grinned.
'Alright,' he purred, 'turn this Saint into a Sinner.'
I giggled.
'You'll have to catch me first.'
Before Connor could even move, I began to swim towards shore, laughing merrily. Connor blinked.
'Hey!' he hollered, chasing after me, 'get back here!'
I laughed.
'Come on, slow poke!' I teased, 'catch me!'
Connor swam faster, panting hard as he tried to catch up with me, but it was no use. I ran onto shore, turning around to face Connor. I giggled.
'Come on, Connor!' I coaxed, clapping my hands, 'come on!'
'I'm coming!' panted Connor, 'I'm coming!'
I laughed.
'Here, Connor!' I said, whistling at him, 'here, boy!'
Connor growled. He swam as fast as he could, slowly approaching the shoreline. I knew that my taunting was making him angry, causing him to swim faster.
'Come on, Con-Con!' I cooed, 'come on, boy!'
Connor finally managed to approach shore. He growled, chasing after me. I screamed, running away.
'NO!' I cried, 'NO!'
'YES!' hollered Connor, chasing after me, 'GET BACK 'ERE, YOUNG LADY!'
I ran towards Lita, hiding behind her. I breathed a sigh of relief.
'Phew…' I whispered, 'I'm safe…'
'REBECCA!' called Connor, 'REBECCA!'
I clapped my hand over my mouth, masking my giggles. Connor doesn't like it when I hide when he chases me. This is payback for denying me orgasm earlier in the day.
Connor stopped. He hung his head, pouting slightly.
'I guess ye don't want me like ye said ye did…' he said in a sad tone.
I sighed. I got to my feet, coming out from behind Lita, walking over to where Connor was standing.
'Baby…' I soothed, 'don't cry. I'm right here.'
Connor smirked. He ran over to me, scooping me up in his arms.
'GOTCHA!'
I laughed merrily as Connor lifted me off my feet, spinning me in a circle. Connor kissed me passionately, laughing all the while.
'You're so playful!' I laughed, 'what is with you?!'
'I can't help it, Princess,' smiled Connor, 'yer adorable.'
I giggled. Connor smiled, kissing the tip of my nose. Then I got an idea.
'I wanna wrestle!'
Connor beamed at me. Wrestling was always one of our favourite ways of bonding.
'Let's wrestle,' he said.
I laughed. I jumped down, standing with my arms open.
'Come at me, bro!' I taunted.
'Yer goin' down!' laughed Connor.
I giggled. I ran towards Connor at full speed, tackling him, growling playfully. Connor backed up, almost falling. I laughed.
'Come on!' I said, 'get rough with me!'
Connor smirked. He reached out, playfully poking my side. I shrieked.
'Hey!' I cried, 'no poking!'
Connor laughed.
'No Holds Barred, baby,' he teased, 'I can do whatever I want.'
I growled. I backed up again, tackling Connor to the ground. I straddled his lap, pinning his wrists over his head. Connor laughed.
'Oh, no, ye don't,' he said, kicking out of the pin.
I laughed. Connor crawled on top of me, poking my stomach. I squeaked.
'Connor!' I choked.
'I got ye now!' laughed Connor, 'what are ye gonna do 'bout it?'
I smirked. I pushed Connor onto his back. I crawled on top of him, biting his earlobe. Connor growled.
'Fuck…you…' he moaned.
I giggled.
'Gotcha,' I teased, biting some more.
'No…ye…don't…' Connor choked between moans.
I laughed. I bit harder, moving my hand down. I slowly ran my nails along his balls, teasing him. A low purr resonated at the back of Connor's throat, a small shiver running down his spine.
'Please…' he moaned, 'Becca…'
'What?' I teased.
Connor moaned softly. He lifted his arm up, tapping my arm. I grinned.
'That's what I thought,' I purred.
'My sexy submission specialist,' purred Connor.
I giggled. I leaned my head down, sharply biting at the pulse of Connor's neck. Connor gasped, arching his back.
'Jesus fuck…' he growled.
I slowly moved my head down. I brushed my lips along Connor's chest, playfully nipping his skin. Connor whined softly. I laughed softly.
'Aww…' I teased, 'someone's getting fussy.'
'It feels good…' whispered Connor, 'God damn it…'
I chuckled. I gently planted wet kisses on his stomach, running my nails along his sides. Connor purred softly, rubbing my back. I slowly moved down, gently licking his balls. Connor arched his back, his breath catching in his throat.
'Oh, Rebecca…' he purred, 'Rebecca…'
I giggled softly. I crawled on top of him, my eyes dancing in the moonlight.
'God, that sounded sexy,' I purred, 'ooh!'
Connor chuckled. He lifted my head up, biting the side of my neck. I gasped, biting my lip.
'God damn it, Connor…' I growled.
Connor grinned.
'Payback's a bitch, isn't it?' he teased.
'Shut up, Connor,' I growled.
Connor chuckled. He gently kissed a line up my neck, brushing his lips under my jaw. I closed my eyes, a low, horny purr resonating at the back of my throat.
Connor wrapped his arms around me. He slowly sat up so I could straddle his lap. Slowly and softly, he brushed his lips along my chest, playfully nipping my breasts. I moaned gently, running my fingers through his hair as I slowly grinded on him.
Connor kissed a line up to my ear. He purred softly, his hot breath tickling my damp skin.
'Yer wet,' he purred.
'Can you blame me?' I said cooly.
'Maybe,' said Connor, grinning deviously.
I growled.
'Curse you and your charming ways…' I grouched.
'Curse ye an' yer ravishin' beauty,' retorted Connor.
I giggled.
Connor slowly kissed a line from my ear to my lips. He mashed our lips together in a heated dance, moaning and purring. I moaned into the kiss, knotting my fingers in his hair. Connor purred softly, a low moan escaping from his lips.
'Yer lips…' he whispered, 'they feel so soft…'
'So do yours, my love,' I whispered softly.
Connor chuckled. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, pulling me in closer to him. I playfully nipped his lower lip, purring gently. Connor moaned, digging his nails into my hips. I moaned.
'I want you,' I whispered.
'I want ye, too,' purred Connor.
'Lay me on the blanket,' I commanded, 'take me. I'm yours.'
Connor smirked. He gently lifted me up, carrying me over to the blanket. Slowly and carefully, he placed me on my back, hovering over me. The moon cast a glow on his skin, causing the tiny droplets of water to sparkle. I gasped.
'My God…' I breathed, 'you really are an angel…'
Connor laughed.
'An' you, my lovely Rebecca, truly are a Goddess,' he purred.
I purred softly. I love it when Connor croons my name in that gorgeous Irish accent of his.
'God, I love it when you croon my name like that…' I purred, 'fuck…'
Connor smirked. He leaned down, brushing my hair away from my ear. He placed his lips by my ear, purring seductively.
'Rebecca.'
'Fuck me…' I moaned, 'fuck me now…'
'Uh-uh…' said Connor, wagging his finger at me, 'I'm not done teasin' ye, Princess.'
I whined impatiently. Connor placed his finger over my lips, shushing me.
'Shh…' he whispered, 'be patient, love.'
I whined again. Connor slowly moved his hand down, rubbing my clit. I bit my lip, squirming in protest.
'No…' I whined, 'stop…'
Connor laughed. He got sick pleasure out of making me whine and squirm. He continued his tease, a cocky smirk playing across his lips. I whined louder, kicking my feet.
'Connor!' I protested, 'stop it! I don't like it!'
Connor laughed again. He pulled his hand away, stopping the tease. He hovered over me, his face just inches from mine.
'Ye really need ta stop whinin' so much,' he growled, biting my neck, 'yer not five, Rebecca.'
'You know what I like and what I don't like,' I snorted, 'you're a Taurus. And it suits you.'
Connor chuckled. He moved his hand down again, rubbing his cock on my clit. A low, horny purr escaped from my lips before I could stop it, a small shiver running down my spine.
'Oh, Connor…' I moaned, 'Connor…'
Connor smirked deviously as I purred his name. Slowly and carefully, he penetrated me, moaning softly. I moaned, wrapping my legs around his hips as he thrusted gently, his eyes locked on mine.
'Oh, Connor…' I moaned, 'oh, Connor…'
'Oh, Rebecca…' crooned Connor, 'Rebecca.'
I laughed.
'That's it, Con-Con,' I coaxed, 'sing for me.'
'Rebecca…' moaned Connor, 'Rebecca…'
'Say Mama,' I commanded, 'I wanna hear you say Mama.'
'Never,' growled Connor.
'But I wanna hear you sing for me, Connor,' I purred, gently nipping his earlobe, 'say Mama.'
'No,' hissed Connor, 'never.'
I growled angrily. I tightened my pussy muscles, pulling myself closer to Connor. Connor hissed, biting his lip. I got him.
'Say it!' I growled, 'say it!'
Try as he might, Connor couldn't fight against the pleasure. He caved.
'Mama…' he crooned between moans, 'Mama…'
I grinned.
'Atta boy,' I cooed, kissing Connor's neck.
Connor thrusted a bit faster now. His hot breath tickled my neck as he moaned his little throat out. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, holding him tight.
'God, yer hot…' moaned Connor, 'fuck…'
'So are you,' I retorted.
Connor chuckled. He thrusted a bit harder now, digging his nails deep into my back. I bit my lip, wrapping my legs tighter around his hips.
'Now it's yer turn ta sing fer me, Princess,' teased Connor, 'I want ye ta say Daddy.'
'No,' I moaned.
'Come on, Baby Doll,' coaxed Connor, playfully nipping my shoulder, 'croon fer me.'
'You can't make me,' I protested.
'Oh, yes, I can,' growled Connor, 'say it, slut. Say it.'
'No,' I moaned, 'never.'
Connor growled. He pinned my wrists above my head, glaring at me.
'Resistance is futile, little girl,' he purred.
'Try me,' I challenged, 'I dare you.'
Connor smirked. He slowed the pace of his thrusts, his cock gently brushing my G-Spot. I bit my lip, fighting against the pleasure that swept over my body like the waves of the ocean that he and I were frolicking in not too long ago. But try as I might, I couldn't fight it. I gave in.
'Daddy…' I crooned, 'oh, Daddy…'
Connor grinned triumphantly. He returned to his normal rhythm, hovering his face over mine again.
'That's my girl,' he crooned, gently kissing my neck.
'Asshole,' I growled.
'I told ye resistance was futile,' teased Connor, 'maybe ye should listen next time.'
I didn't respond. I sharply bit at the pulse of his neck instead. Connor moaned, tightening his grip on my wrists.
'I wanna hear you sing some more, Conny-Wonny,' I crooked, 'I want you to say Mama again.'
'Mama…' crooned Connor between growls, 'Mama…'
I laughed.
'Good boy,' I cooed, 'yes.'
Connor chuckled.
'Becca-Bear?' he said.
'Yes, my love?' I quizzed.
Connor lifted his head up. He looked me dead in the eye, a playful smirk spreading across his lips.
'Who's Daddy's pretty little Princess?' he cooed, 'who's Daddy's Little Princess?'
I giggled.
'I am,' I cooed back, 'I am.'
'Yer tha most beautiful Princess o' them all,' cooed Connor, nuzzling my nose.
'Daddy, you spoil me,' I teased.
Connor smirked.
'Anythin' ta make my little girl happy,' he mused.
I giggled. Connor slowly leaned his head down, mashing our lips in a heated dance, releasing my wrists. I moaned into the kiss, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, deepening the kiss. Connor smiled against my lips, purring softly. I arched my back, moulding my body to his. I dug my nails into his back, clawing it. Connor moaned as I ran my nails down his spine, leaving fresh marks. Now it was time to bring out the big guns.
'Cum for me, Daddy,' I coaxed, 'cum for me.'
'I will, Princess,' moaned Connor, 'I will.'
I moaned softly as Connor slowly sped up his thrusts, his cock stroking my G-Spot. I tightened my grip on his hips, digging my nails deeper into his back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Connor kissed me again, squeezing my breast.
'Oh, Daddy…' I moaned, 'oh, Daddy…'
Connor's body tensed up slightly/ He growled, tightening his grip on my body.
'Sing for me, Connor,' I coaxed, 'sing my name.'
Connor moaned loudly as his body tensed up more. I tightened my pussy muscled again, squeezing his cock. Connor growled again, his body tensing up even more.
'Rebecca…' he crooned, 'Rebecca…'
'That's it, Connor,' I coaxed, 'that's a good Saint.'
Connor tensed up more. He pinned my wrists again, panting hard as he felt his orgasm build deep inside his body.
'Oh, Rebecca…' he moaned, 'oh, God, Rebecca…'
'Cum for me, Connor,' I coaxed, 'cum for me.'
Connor grunted. And groaned. And finally, with a mighty thrust and a mighty moan, he came. I panted hard as he pulled out, rolling over to his side of the blanket. I crawled over to him, resting my head on his chest, kissing his neck.
'That was amazing…' I whispered as Connor kissed my forehead, 'wow…'
Connor smiled.
'Yer amazing,' he said, stroking my hair.
I giggled. Connor laughed.
'Yer giggle is so cute,' he cooed.
'Stop it!' I said, playfully swatting his chest.
'Well, it's true,' said Connor, 'yer giggle is cute.'
I smiled. I snuggled closer to him, listening to his heartbeat. Connor looked up at the full moon, smiling brightly.
'Baby, look,' he said, pointing towards the sky,
I looked up at the moon. I gasped.
'Oh!' I breathed.
Connor laughed. He kissed my forehead again, stroking my hair before turning his attention to the sky again.
'I've always 'ad a question about this moon,' he said.
'Oh?' I said, looking at him curiously, 'what would that be?'
Connor smiled.
'I always wondered if my soul mate would ever look at it wit' me,' he said, turning to me, 'an' 'ere she is.'
'Aww…' I smiled.
Connor smiled warmly. He held me closer to him, pressing his lips to my hair.
'I love ye, Rebecca,' he whispered, 'wit' all me 'eart an' soul.'
I beamed.
'I love you, too, Connor,' I said, kissing his neck again, 'I love you, too.'
Connor beamed. He looked up at the sky again, his eyes fixed on the moon. I yawned. Connor looked at me.
'Tired, love?' he asked.
I nodded, yawning again. Connor sighed, helping me to my feet before grabbing the blanket.
'Let's get dressed,' he said, 'after we're dressed, we can go back to tha hotel.'
I nodded sleepily.
'Okay,' I said.
Connor tossed me my dress. I put it back on, sighing deeply. Connor put his jeans back on, throwing his t-shirt in the front seat. He scooped me up, carrying me over to Lita. Before I could even speak, I had fallen asleep in his arms. Connor looked down at me, smiling at me.
'Out like a light,' he whispered.
I mumbled. I stirred slightly, resting my head on his chest. Connor gently lay me in the back seat, covering me with the blanket before jumping in the driver's seat and starting Lita, driving back to the hotel.
I rolled over slightly as Connor drove on the open road. Connor watched me through his rear-view mirror, smiling brightly.
'Aww…' he whispered, 'ye look so adorable when ye sleep…'
I snorted, rolling onto my back. Connor chuckled.
'Adorable…' he smiled, 'absolutely adorable…'
I snored loudly, rolling onto my stomach. Connor smiled softly, plugging in my iPod.
'Fer you, baby,' he whispered, playing Island Song.
I snored softly as the music played on the speakers. Connor always plays this song for me when I can't sleep, and it always soothes me. Connor laughed softly, watching me as I rolled over again, mumbling.
'Connor?'
'Yes, baby?' said Connor, turning the music down.
'Are we there yet?' I muttered.
'Not yet, love,' soothed Connor, 'we still got another twenty minutes.'
I whined impatiently. Connor sighed.
'Go back ta sleep, love,' he said, 'I'll wake ye up when we get there.'
'I don't wanna…' I moaned.
'If ye don't wanna go back ta sleep, ye can come up 'ere wit' me on the next red light,' said Connor.
'I'm too tired to move…' I whined.
'Jus' relax, Becca-Bear,' soothed Connor, 'we got another ten ta fifteen minutes then I can put ye ta bed.'
'Says you,' I grouched, 'you're comfortable. I'm not.'
'I can move ye up 'ere if ye really want me to,' said Connor.
'If you insist,' I said, 'but keep me wrapped up. I'm cold.'
Connor smiled. He pulled over to the side of the road, getting out of Lita. He gently scooped me up in his arms, placing me in the front seat. He buckled my seatbelt, getting back in and continuing on towards the hotel. I sighed sleepily.
'I'm sorry for getting bitchy,' I said softly, 'I'm like Daddy. I get cranky when I'm tired.'
'Don't worry 'bout it, love,' soothed Connor, stroking my cheek.
I nodded sleepily.
'Okay,' I said, yawning again.
'Hang in there, babe,' said Connor, 'we still got another eight minutes.'
'Can you do me a favour when we get there?' I asked.
'O' course I can,' said Connor, 'ye know I'll do anythin' fer ye.'
'Good,' I said, 'you can get me out of this dress when we get there. I'll sleep naked.'
'Well, I'll be more than happy to strip ye o' that dress,' said Connor, 'though it looks lovely on you.'
'You're a life-saver,' I said softly.
Connor chuckled.
'Not tha first time you've said tha' ta me, sweetheart,' he mused.
I laughed.
'My hero,' I smiled sleepily, running my fingers through my damp hair.
Connor blushed a deep shade of red at my words. I laughed.
'Aww…' I teased, 'am I embarrassing you?'
'No…' said Connor.
'Liar,' I teased, playfully poking his cheek, 'you're blushing.'
'My cheeks get red from tha cold,' said Connor, 'ye know tha'.'
'So do mine,' I said, poking his cheek again, 'but mine aren't red.'
'Yer covered up,' said Connor.
'Even then, my cheeks still turn red,' I said, continuing to poke his cheek, 'nice try.'
'Stop pokin' my cheek,' said Connor.
'No,' I said, poking it harder, 'it's fun.'
'At what cost?' asked Connor.
'I don't know,' I said, still poking, 'but it's fun, so shut up.'
Connor pouted. I laughed, still poking his cheek.
'Am I annoying you yet?' I teased.
'Not yet,' said Connor, focusing on the road.
I giggled.
'Good,' I said, 'I'm not done with you yet.'
Connor laughed.
'Yer cute,' he said, 'ye know tha'?'
'Yes,' I teased, 'you tell me every day that I'm cute.'
'Just thought I'd ask,' smiled Connor.
I laughed. I leaned over, kissing Connor's cheek. Connor smiled.
'Two more minutes,' he said.
'Good,' I said, 'the sooner I'm out of this dress and in your arms, the better.'
Connor smiled. He pulled into the driveway, shutting off Lita's engine and getting out of the car. I yawned again.
'Connor…' I mumbled sleepily.
'Yes, Rebecca?' asked Connor.
'Will you carry me?' I asked.
Connor smiled. He walked over to me, gently scooping me up in his arms, carrying me inside. I smiled sleepily.
'My hero,' I mumbled.
Connor smiled at me. I yawned.
'You wore me out,' I teased.
'But it was worth it,' smiled Connor.
I laughed. Connor beamed, kissing my forehead.
'Almost there,' he said gently.
I nodded, slowly drifting off as Connor carried me towards our room. I was almost asleep when I felt him reach into his jeans to grab the key. He carried me inside, gently placing me on my feet so he could slide my dress off.
'Are we there yet?' I mumbled, half-asleep.
'Yes, love,' soothed Connor, leading me over to the bed, 'yer naked now, so it's time fer bed.'
I laughed softly. Connor pulled the sheets back, helping me up. As soon as we were both stripped and in bed, I snuggled in close to him. I gently rested my head on Connor's chest, closing my eyes, listening to the sound of his beating heart. Soon after, I fell asleep. Connor looked over at me, smiling warmly.
'Goodnight, Princess,' he whispered softly, 'I love you.'