Wild Wishes: A Happy Effin Valentine Page 6

  It wasn’t like Effin was prettier than she, though she was a bit taller and had more feminine curves. It wasn’t that Effin had a better career, though she obviously had the better paying job as an accountant. It wasn’t even that her sister had a better name. Whoever heard of calling a child Effin, anyway?

  But there was something unexplainable about her sister that made her want to prove that she was the better woman.

  In the past she had ruined her clothes and makeup, she had sneaked into her bedroom and cut her hair while she was sleeping, and read her diaries, but that was childish stuff. And as time went by and childish things were laid to rest, so did Monika lay aside her childish torments for assaults of the more sophisticated kind.

  She again sabotaged her sister’s makeup, adding chemicals and agents she knew her sister was allergic to. She stole her boyfriends right from under her sister’s nose, proving that she was the better woman at keeping a man. She even found herself reading through her sister’s mail, invading her house when she was at work, and prying into her private affairs.

  But now that her sister’s old flame Evan had proposed, Monika felt that the rivalry, one-sided at that because her sister always forgave her, could come to an end.

  But those thoughts went right out the door when she walked into her sister’s house and saw the hunk of man standing there in front of her refrigerator amid plaster dust and what appeared to be fragments of ceiling.

  Any thought of letting this game end died a sudden death as she examined the man.

  Formidable would be the word to describe him.

  He didn’t react to her presence at all. In fact, he acted as if he had the right to be there and she didn’t! He was not impressed by her words or her caresses; flirting seemed to roll right off his back.

  He was a challenge.

  Her sister couldn’t handle a man like this. This was the type of man she liked, one that took time to break before he came when she crooked her pinky.

  She smiled her most seductive smile and narrowed her eyes at him.

  “I know where I’ve been, darling. Now, I was wondering where you have been, you naughty boy. You just crawl out of my sister’s bed? Did you give it to her good? Did she scream?”

  Around this time Effin, done with her shower and dressed in a casual running suit, made her way downstairs to clean her kitchen and make a bit of breakfast for her and her neko.

  She was wondering what nekos ate when she noticed the voices coming from the kitchen.

  She stepped into the hall outside of the messy, dust-covered room, and heard her sister’s comments.

  Indignant, she was about to step in there and put her sister in her place, when Masa began to speak again.

  “And why is it important for you to know?” he asked, stepping back from the offending hand and eyeing this female coldly. “Perhaps you are envious of your sister and mean to emulate her. Perhaps you feel you are inadequate and need practice with many different males like a dog in heat. Or is it that your sister now possesses something that you will never have the skill or strength to possess?”

  “And I assume you mean you?” Monika hissed, not liking the way this was going at all. He was not playing the game right!

  “Indeed, I was not referring to myself. You sister possesses a bright spirit forged in misery, a misery that I can easily see comes partly from you. For shame, to come into your sister’s territory and try to stake claim to what she obviously possesses. Your sister can claim integrity, as well as beauty and an indomitable spirit. Can you say the same?”

  Monika’s mouth opened, and her jaws flapped for a moment before she could think of anything to say.

  Had this man just rebuked and rejected her? Her? Monika Hurtzs, the most beautiful and desirable woman in this backwoods, jerkwater town?

  “I believe you are insulting me!” Monika hissed, anger showing on her face and taking away some of that beauty she was proud of. It made her look like a spitting raccoon.

  “Then there is nothing wrong with your thought processes.” Masataka sniffed. “And if you are insulted, you indeed know where the door you entered through is, and know that it can be utilized in the opposite manner, as well.”

  “Are you telling me to get out? To get out of my sister’s home?”

  “Yes, you are quite bright, after all. And I was thinking that you were a total idiot!”

  “Tell my sister I shall return,” Monika gritted out as she turned on her heel and made for the door, leaving in a huff.

  Shrugging, Masataka turned back to the refrigerator and began to examine the contents again.

  “You know, if you put her in her place, she will leave you alone,” Masa commented, and Effin gave a surprised gasp as she stepped into the kitchen.

  “You knew I was there?”

  “Of course, koi.” Masa chuckled. “I have scent-marked you. I could smell you if you were three miles away.”

  Effin made a face at that. “That doesn’t sound too pleasant.” Then she thought about what he called her. “Koi? As in fish?”

  “You smell of musk and vanilla,” Masa assured her, before turning to face her. “And koi is a shortened term of endearment.”

  The grin that spread across his face told of a need to have another shower if she didn’t say something to distract him quickly.

  “Um, food?”

  “Did I ever tell you that I love your ass?” he purred.

  Effin gulped and took a step back, wishing the figure-skimming velour suit didn’t hug her curves quite so much.

  “Your ass is round and high and tight, an ass any man can appreciate.”

  “Um, thanks.” Effin blushed, the rose color highlighting her cheekbones.

  “I would love to sink my tongue between the cheeks of that ass and watch it jiggle as you squirm on your back.”

  “Um, food?” Effin tried again.

  It was getting hot, she decided, as her clothing became more of an irritant. In fact, if he kept this up she would be forced to change because of a wet crotch.

  “I want to feast on you, to spread your wet, pink labia and feast on the tender flesh there. Are you wet for me, Effin? Is your body hungry for my touch?”

  Effin whimpered as she took another step back and froze as her back thumped into the wall.

  Her eyes gleamed, liquid and bright, the pupils dilating as she inhaled the sweet musk of him. She licked her bottom lip, her breath coming faster as she stared into his deep, dark eyes.

  There was only one answer she could give.

  “Yes.”

  Effin gasped as his hands went to her shirt, the warm backs of his fingers caressing her skin as he whisked it over her head, carelessly tossing it aside.

  “Yes,” he repeated, leaning in close enough so that his breath brushed against lips hastily wetted with a quivering tongue.

  He leaned in, nuzzling her, running his nose against her neck and cheek, inhaling her scent as he let his chest press close to hers, flattening her breasts, sending shivers of lust down her spine.

  Her thighs trembled and her breath hitched as her arms dropped to her sides, her sweaty palms pressing against the wall.

  The sudden lash of his tongue against her neck made her body tremble and her voice squeak, much to his amusement.

  “Masa!”

  “I love it when you scream my name,” he growled out, his eyelids dropping to half-mast. As he spoke, he began to sink to his knees, his nose nuzzling down her neck, between her breasts still bound in their black lace bra. He paused as his nose nuzzled her crotch.

  “You smell of you and me and sex and seed.”

  “Seed?” For a moment, Effin had nightmares of giving birth to a litter of black furred kids with kitty ears and tails!

  “No,” he breathed, inhaling deeply of the scents that came from her most private of places. “To reproduce, I would need another neko. With you, there is no danger of disease or pregnancy. I am immune and you are not compatible.”

  Effin s
ank again the wall in relief, but gasped again as his teeth snagged the waistband of her pants.

  Her gaze dropped to his and locked as he slowly pulled her pants down to her knees.

  He looked so delicious kneeling there, all golden skin and long black hair, his eyes shining with mischief.

  Effin couldn’t contain a moan of hunger.

  Grinning, as if he knew her thoughts, Masa rose to his feet, his fingers skimming across her thighs, brushing lightly at her throbbing groin before continuing up her stomach to cup her breasts. His thumbs rubbed at her nipples as he lowered his head to her full, soft lips.

  The first brush of his tongue against her bottom lip was delicate, like a fairy’s kiss or an angel’s wings. It was soft and sweet and pure. His tongue ran along the seam of her lips, gently parting them and insinuating itself between them, pushing into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.

  Effin’s hands fisted as the electricity in that kiss seared her very being. She tilted her head to the side, trying to get more of his tongue within her mouth to suckle, to take in his flavor and delight in the firm texture of it. She inhaled deeply, taking in the spicy scent of him mixed with that magical musk that made her senses reel. Her arms rose slowly, her fingers unclenching to run through the cool silk of his hair.

  His groan of pleasure was enough to make her knees give way, so she clutched at him blindly, her eyes closed, lost in the sensation of his kiss.

  His tongue danced in her mouth, running over her teeth and exploring her, learning her taste and ensuring that she remembered his. Masa moved closer, the kiss changing, dominating her now as he began a slow fucking motion with his tongue, the same motions that he repeated as he ground his hips into her, letting her feel the swollen erection beneath his soft sweatpants, an erection born of want of her precious body.

  His hands dropped to her thighs, lifting one to slide even closer into the vee of her crotch, pressing right up against her pussy, forcing her to feel his need.

  Effin’s whimpering response was immediate as her hands went to his shoulders, clung to them as she tore her mouth free of his to pant her pleasure to the heavens.

  Surely, this man was some kind of god, to make her feel the things she was feeling.

  Joy, pleasure, excitement, a taste of the exotic -- all of these things made up the man called Masataka, who was now grinding between her legs, letting her feel all twelve of those powerful inches as he pressed her harder into the wall.

  “But I want to taste you, little koi,” he purred, before he released her and spun her around. “Damn, what an ass,” he managed as his eyes grew wide at what he saw.

  Effin was now facing the wall, leaning against it for support as Masa took in the little surprise she had for him.

  Masa felt a tear well up as he eyed the tiny black thong that parted the full, rounded cheeks of Effin’s ass. Never had there been a more perfect division of full, well-rounded ass globes!

  Her skin was soft and lightly scented from her lotion, and as she breathed, the round melons of her ass cheeks quivered.

  He couldn’t help himself. He raised one hand and let it fall sharply on the right cheek, then chortled gleefully as her ass jiggled so perfectly.

  “Shake it, baby,” he breathed, leaning forward to drop kisses along her neck and shoulders. “Shake that ass for me.”

  Feeling a bit self-conscious, Effin nevertheless bent her knees and swung her hips a little, feeling gravity take effect as her booty made a small clapping sound as her cheeks moved. She peered over her shoulder, and the stunned look on Masataka’s face was enough to make her close her eyes and pretend she was in a music video. She shook her ass, then bent her knees, dropped toward the ground, and rolled her hips in circles, all the while letting her ass jiggle madly.

  Masa moaned audibly at the sight, one hand going to the now tight sweatpants as he stroked himself slowly, his eyes never leaving the erotic sight of his Effin doing stripper-pole moves without a pole.

  Her ass swayed as her hips moved from side to side, enticing him, making him drool with the sheer beauty of it. Then she squatted low, one hand on the wall for support, the other caressing her widespread thighs as she bobbed her ass, making her ass cheeks clap louder.

  “Fuck!”

  Effin jumped at the shouted explicative, but that was all she had time to do as Masa made his move.

  Reaching down, he wrapped both hands around her waist, pulling her up straight, and then tore the tiny thong from her ass.

  Before she could protest the treatment of her clothing, his lips seared the warm mounds of her ass with kisses and licks.

  “Beautiful,” he breathed. “More than I ever expected ... than I ever hoped!”

  Then his hands parted her cheeks, his tongue darting out to lave the soft skin from her ass crack to her perineum.

  “Masa!” Effin wailed, realizing that she was being rimmed and that she really liked it.

  His tongue danced over her asshole, tickling it before his kisses began to rise up over her back to her neck.

  One of his hands reached for the cooking oil on a nearby counter, the fingers scrambling as he dropped low to plunge two fingers of his free hand into her wet pussy, drawing a primal scream from her throat.

  “God, yes! Fill me!”

  Masa grunted as his hand connected with the oil, and he brought it to his mouth using his teeth to rip open the top as his teasing hand plunged rhythmically in her pussy.

  Effin screamed and rode those two fingers, begging for more as she felt the warm oil trickle down her crack and asshole.

  Masa tossed the bottle aside and then eased his fingers along the trail of warm oil, rubbing in circles, massaging the oil into the skin of her rosebud, teasing the puckered entrance and drawing more screams and cries from her.

  Then one finger sank into her ass, slowly working its way in, rotating and caressing her inner walls.

  “Is it too much?” he rasped in his ear, and was rewarded with a low, steady moan.

  The fingers that teased her cunt pulled out a bit and searched for her clit, finding the erect button and firmly pressing it.

  “Fuck me, dammit!” Effin wailed, arching toward both touches, begging for more. The sensations in her ass and her pussy ... God, she was on fire! She needed penetration, she needed to feel full and complete, like the missing part of her had been found.

  She didn’t care where he did it, but Effin wanted Masa within her body, plunging into her heat and slaking the thirst he created within her.

  Tension and anticipation built, driving her onward, making her arousal stronger, making her need for release all consuming.

  Masa added a second finger to her ass, scissoring within and stretching her. She humped and arched madly against him.

  Her muscles strained, her back tingled; pleasure spilled from her every orifice so strongly she had to scream.

  Then there were three fingers, and Effin was barely coherent, a slave to the driving needs of her body, Masa a tool to end the erotic torment that he devised.

  “Now, Masa!” Her voice broke as she fought to breathe; sweat sheened her body, her muscles quivering with the effort to stay on her feet. “Fuck me now!’

  Masa pulled his fingers from her ass and quickly placed the head of his cock at her backdoor. He ran the head in small circles along her rosebud, coating it with excess oil before slowly pressing into her.

  “Effin!” he cried out, the heat and tightness of the ring of muscles encasing his cock almost his undoing. He pulled his fingers from her pussy to grip the base of his cock, halting his orgasm before he lost control.

  “Masa ... God, Masa!”

  “Kami-sama!” Masataka ground out from between clenched teeth as he fought to control his body. His every instinct demanded that he thrust forward, that he bury himself fully into her wet heat, that he take what was his.

  But his human side and his common sense dictated that he be careful, that he cherish this treasure that was so tantalizingly spread out bef
ore him. So he eased himself forward slowly, stopping when she tensed, then continuing as her body relaxed around his.

  It was so slow and exhausting and fulfilling, and just so damn good that he began to purr.

  “God, this feels so good,” Effin whimpered. “Fuck my ass, Masa! Fuck me!”

  Slowly he pulled out, his free hand reaching around her to stroke her clit and swollen labia as his other hand anchored him to her by gripping her hip.

  Slowly he began to move back and forth, his ass clenching on every forward thrust, his balls lightly slapping her pussy as he bottomed out inside her.

  They started a long, slow rhythm that sent ice-cold shivers up his spine and red-hot fire shooting through her body.

  The nerves in her ass sizzled as pleasure flooded her every pore. Effin had become a creature of need, a slave to the man-cat Masataka, who was taking her on a journey she had never imagined she’d take.

  The kitchen was filled with the slick sounds of bodies sliding against each other, Effin’s whimpering gasps, and Masa’s purrs as they began to move faster.

  His fingers plucked at her clit, feeling the tension in her rise. His cock felt the walls of her ass tighten in preparation for her orgasm.

  “God, just a little bit more!” Effin gasped. “I’m almost there! Just a little bit more! God, faster, Masa! Move faster! Harder! Deeper! Masataka!”

  “Ride it, baby.” He nipped her neck, the small pain adding to her pleasure. “Ride it out, koi! Cum for me!”

  Then he changed from a thrusting motion to a grinding one and Effin began to scream!

  “Fuck, Masa! I’m cumming! God, I’m cumming! I can’t ... I can’t ... Ican’tIcan’tIcan’t ... Ohh! Ohh! Masa!”

  White lights flashed before her eyes as her ass spasmed around his hard cock. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her whole body stiffened. “Ohhhmmm,” she moaned, tears flooding her eyes as her clit burned and itched, and delivered a climax that shook the very rafters of her soul. “Masa!”

  “Mmmm ... Ahhhh! Effin!” Masa roared as the rhythmic tightening of her rear passage walls forcing the cum right out of his cock. “Kami, Effin! You are perfection. ???”