by Celia Crown
“I thought he was your imagination. He wasn’t real.”
I roll my eyes, “Yes, he wasn’t real—well, he was and is really real. He’s more real than the pimple on your nose. It’s complicated, but he’s real and his name isn’t Eli.”
“Don’t drag my pimple into this, and what do you mean he’s not Eli?” Danni becomes more confused.
“He is Eli, but it’s just not his name. He’s Pierre Stanton.”
It’s hard to explain to her about the whole ghost story without making it more complicated, and frankly, I just want to call it a night after a double date with Danni and Scott.
“As in multi-billionaire Pierre Stanton?”
“Stop repeating what I said, you bald parrot,” I pinch the bridge of my nose.
“You have a string of terrible boyfriends and you manage to snag one of the richest men on Earth? A one-percenter and the most eligible bachelor?” the disbelief in her voice heightens with her high-pitched screech.
I gasp; panic tickles my belly. My eyes run up the length of Eli’s very sexy body as it gets me hot and bothered, and I wanted to jump his bones on our very hot makeup session, but he said he wanted to court me.
The man is old in age and ancient in his romance practices.
I, being the hopeless romantic, said yes. He’s been courting me for six months and he’s nothing but gentlemanly and a sugar daddy who spoils me in everything. He remembers what I wanted from months ago—even before he became human again—and I would have those gifts come to me as a surprise every time I wake up.
I suspect he has a copy of my keys.
Danni thought Eli was another man trying to date me and she never asked for his name since she knows he won’t make it to the second-week mark.
For some odd reason, she never heard me say his name when he’s in our apartment. Only now does she realize that this Eli is my Eli; she’s having a mental breakdown from this new information, and her boyfriend is not here to soothe her bird’s nest hair.
“You’re not eligible anymore right?” I ask him through my lashes.
His big hand is warm on my hip as he pulls me closer to his big body; my curves sink into his hard muscles and I nearly melt into a pool of goo.
“I never was ever available,” he says as he kisses the top of my head, “I have always been yours.”
My cheeks flush red at his smooth tongue. I push my face into his side and breathe in his scent. It calms me during times where I’m stressed about my work and he is patient with me when I need time alone to sort out things.
“Alright, we should get going,” Scott’s voice lowers as the corner of my eyes catches his hand holding Danni’s.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Danni nods her head, “If I do.”
That not-well hidden innuendo makes me blush hotly. They leave without another word as we see them off from Eli’s massive property. This is not a house but a mansion; it fits his status and taste for solitary.
I detach myself from him and his lips descend on mine in a hasty and strong kiss. His hands swallow my whole face, tugging on the loose strands of my hair as shuddering breath fans across his lips.
“I love you.”
He makes sure that I hear it every day and I repeat it back with adoration when his green eyes darken in a haze of lust. Eli never forces me to do anything; it’s his number one rule when it concerns me.
He hauls me up in his arms. I wrinkle his expensive suit and my silk dress that he had gifted me. My little heels slip from my feet and they fall uncaringly on his marbled flooring. He doesn’t care if they scratch the floor or if the shoes are damaged.
Nothing matters to him except my lips on his; he’s demanding when he hisses a command to focus on him.
His bedroom is just as massive as the other rooms in the mansion and sometimes I wonder if he really needs this much space since he rarely spends time in here unless I’m sleeping over.
That sounds juvenile; sleepovers are for children.
We like being pressed against each other and wake up to messy hairs; it’s a taste of home that keeps having my love for him overflowing.
When he drops me in the bed, my dress rides up to my hips and exposes my white panties to his hungry gaze. Eli has a demeanor of an unhinged animal as he takes two fists full of the silk dress and tears it down the middle with ease.
His display of strength is also a warning that he can protect me with them and hurt me in ways that makes my pussy wet.
I lean into his touch immediately. Even before I know what I’m doing as my eyes flutter shut. I don’t miss the way he unclasps the hooks of my bra in the front with a unique lace design that he has gifted me as a set with the panties.
His hands aren’t innocent when he cups my breasts, but they are gentle as he molds them to his palm. Tongue sweeping across a rosy nipple, sucking and teething at the redness as Eli pinches my neglected nipple with his other fingers.
My hands scramble to hold him as a quick flash of distress on my face register in my head that I’m scared when he leans away to take the waistband of my panties. Slow and deliberate, Eli wants me to feel the stickiness when the cold air brushes against my wet folds.
I make a small noise in my throat and shiver, leaning my back on the bed to help him get my panties over my thighs. My breath slows and deepens as my body goes slack in humiliation. Eli holds up the soaked fabric with the eyes of a violent man.
He doesn’t force my thighs apart, doesn’t imprint his fingerprints on my skin as ownership, and he doesn’t bring the force of his steely eyes into his actions. Eli has no intention of following the dark thoughts in his mind, and I know what they are when he tells me that he wants to do things to me that are beyond my imagination.
I’m not ready for that side of him yet, but soon it is coming.
My legs fall apart in their own volition with one slight nudge; he runs his calloused palms along my trembling thighs and watches my little hole twitch.
Carefully and very reluctantly, Eli frowns when he takes one of his hand away as if he wanted to caress my leg more.
The first touch of his finger is an electric shock of pleasure spiking through the tempo of my heartbeat. Eli runs a finger up to my throbbing clit, pushing down and swirling it to break down my guard of inexperience.
My blush extends down to my chest as I take the Egyptian silk to my fingers. It slides through like sand as Eli coats his finger with my juices from between my folds before tentatively pushing it into my virgin hole.
I wince, scared and a bit hesitant of having something inside me. He hushes me with a smile, but it’s a smile of a predator that lingers behind a man haunted by the devil. Eli is a manifestation of many things, but he’s still mine and I would never ask him to change for me.
Getting used to the wiggling digit in my pussy is easy when his calloused thumb rubs my clit. The distraction is welcomed with a moan of gratification on my lips; Eli purrs my name as he deems that I can do better than that.
Another finger in and I’m singing his name as he stretches me to tug on my walls. His fingers are thick, but it doesn’t hurt as he firmly grinds down on my clit.
My body tightens, white lights exploding behind my closed eyes as I experience what I think is the best thing ever. I know what it is as I’m not too naïve to not understand sex, but I feel it has a different effect on me.
I thought it would take a lot longer to cum, from all the stories I have heard, I should not be on the edge again as Eli quickens his pace. My pussy gushes loudly; shame kisses my cheeks as I thrash on the bed with his green eyes gleaming in wickedness.
“E-Eli?” I whisper, afraid and uncomfortable.
I’m on a cloud of lust and he’s fine-tuning my body with the tools that he has carefully crafted. I’m not sure if I should be feeling this on edge; my tummy quivers as my toes curl with a cramp threatening to break the bottom of my feet.
“Hush, Jackie,” his lips peels back for a white slash of his sinister grin, “D
on’t be afraid. I will take care of you.”
I trust him with a jerky nod. Eli has always taken care of me and did things without asking me. I know he’s trying to comfort me because I don’t have experience in these kinds of things, and I want him to use my body with the fracturing façade of his control.
“That’s it,” he smiles and my lashes flutter too quickly to see what happens next on his face as my eyes close.
He kisses the underside of my jaw, murmuring my name so affectionately while the rough thrusts of his fingers have me shaking at the orgasm. It comes too strongly. I didn’t have time to prepare as he presses my clit down harshly with a roll of his thumb.
Sensitive and tired, I open my eyes with a heaving chest to watch the clothes fly off his colossal body. The tattoos branded on his skin and the rippling groves where his muscles coil to step out of his boxer briefs, his body is a force to be reckoned with and I want to find out how hard he can get.
His cock is big, too thick and too long for me as he strokes the shaft with short and vigorous jerks, and he’s not shy when he climbs on top of me to lay his girthy length on my belly.
My throat constricts as to how he has reached up to my belly button as he leans down to kiss me; his body swallows me in the shadow as he becomes my only source of light when his green eyes glow with the lust.
“It won’t fit,” I murmur softly, mewling when he runs the underside of his cock over my clit and the bump of his vein scrapes against the bundle of nerves.
“We’re meant to be together, Jacqueline,” Eli nudges the tip of his cock to my hole, wet and sticky from my releases.
“Your tiny little pussy is meant to take my big cock,” he says with such vulgarity that I turn my head away with a blush burning on my skin.
“Hold onto me, Jackie,” he hisses, an inch goes in and I’m blanking out.
He’s too thick and it stings, but the pleasure that comes to kiss the pain away is pure and I can feel my walls being shaped to the size of his big cock. Every nerve in my body is alive and electric. The scorching of bliss drags with his shaft as he draws out moans from my writhing body.
He laughs, deep and deadly. “So desperate, look at you… so tight around my cock, do you feel that?”
Eli takes one of my limp hand and presses it to my lower belly. The slight bulge is there when he pushes my hand down and the nerves on my fluttering walls coil tighter around them as they come painfully alive.
He leaves my hand there and it falls to the side of my waist as he hoists my hips up. I whimper pathetically as he sinks deeper.
He breaches the tight hole; my little slit is sore from the stretch of his thick cock and it’s a delicate situation where I don’t know what I should do other than clinging onto him as he rocks his hips.
It’s apprehensive and delicate; his thrusts are tests to see how good my swollen cunt takes him, and I stare at his handsome face when he determines that my body is his to use and yield to his villainous intentions.
I am vulnerable under him as indecisiveness courses through me. I want to make him feel good too, but I’m practically boneless from being filled too snugly.
His mean hands take prisoner the tender muscles of my waist and he’s fucking my tight pussy with vigorous thrusts after establishing that I can take his cock fully.
I squirm at the new feeling, choking on my air as he pummels his slick shaft into my small hole and forces my folds to open. Juices run down to the bed, soaking everything and the scent of him engulfs me as he yanks my hips up.
There are stars bursting in my eyes as a sweet pain of his rough thrusts tears a cry from my lips; the savage animalistic growls that rumble out of his tattooed chest are raw and black. There is no kindness in the way he fucks me, no afterthought of how the sweet explosion of sensation tickles my arched spine, and no words of comfort to calm the scorched embarrassment that breathes down my nipples.
A finger, rough and mean, pinches the bundle of nerves between my folds. My eyes snap open, tears running down my cheeks as I shake my head for mercy. I’m not ready yet. I can’t handle this orgasm without him helping me.
“E-Eli,” his name is a sob that turns into a whimper when he rolls my hard clit down.
Pain surges through my body; my coiling walls clamp down on his throbbing cock and I cum with a shriek of pleasure. Everything is sore with adrenaline running through me, a touch of gentleness comes when he slows his pace with a growl that sends shivers down to my sodden pussy.
“Please!” I beg him with teary eyes, “No more…”
This is my first experience of being with a man; my body is not used to this type of attention and being touched by him heightens the addiction of my inability to think of anything other than to be with him.
“I know,” he whispers, a hint of mercy in his reflective green eyes. Sweat builds at his temple and he slowly rock his hips; it helps with the trembling as I moan softly for his kisses.
“You are going to be the death of me, Jackie,” he finishes with a chuckle; slick drenches his cock as he builds up a new sensation that blossoms over the sensitivity of my swollen cunt.
His elbows sink into the bed beside my head, trapping my clit with our bodies and he rolls those devious hips to send sparks of littering shivers.
I exhale a mumbled plea.
“I will stuff your tiny, little cunt with my big cock and watch your tight hole try to take all my cum inside,” he sneers in my ear, his cock thickening as his pace falters in smoothness and it replaces with desperation.
“Please,” I beg, anything for him to make me feel that high again.
There is a whine, barely enough of a sound as his groan drowns out my own moans. I cum again; this orgasm is on a smaller scale as the slow and tortuous waves of spasms runs inside me. My walls throb, and a strangled sound chokes out of my throat as he grinds down on my clit.
It alarms me as my slit is tight and burns from having to accommodate the new thickness, but he holds me flush again the base of his cock. Eli takes the smooth column of my neck and sinks his sharp teeth down to make me his; a sign of his possessiveness rolls through with the hot spurts of his cum splashing in my sore cunt.
For a long moment of silence, my panting doesn’t match his heavy breathing and the bruise that swells on my neck dully pulses.
Sticky fluids drip down from my snugly plugged hole, and the declaration of his love mixed with this dirty affair has my heart searching for his as I wrap my arms around him.
“I love you.”
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