by Jamie Knight
"Exactly! That's exactly what I'm talking about. What a monster!"
"Agreed," I said, meaning every syllable.
Gia stopped and looked at me, as though seeing me in a new way.
"Really?" she asked me, as if still somewhat skeptical.
"Of course; that's why I did what I did to the jerk at Papa Gino's. I meant every word of that, too," I said.
Gia grabbed me and kissed me, not being at all shy about using her tongue, despite us being in public. She had improved greatly since the first time. Not that I had had any complaints back then, of course.
Opening her coat, she took my hand and put it inside, laying it gently on her left breast. I squeezed it tenderly. She closed her eyes and moaned a bit.
"I think it's time I took you home and had my way with you," I said.
"That’s the best thing you’ve said all night,” she agreed. “And that’s really saying something, since you’ve said so many great things tonight.”
I smiled, proud of myself for turning what I thought had been a bad date with Gia into a really, really great one, resulting in the one thing I couldn’t wait to do: ravish her once again.
Chapter Fifteen - Gia
I nearly squirmed in the seat of the car.
I was so horny I could barely stand it.
Reece's house was stupid big. It reminded me of the house that my grandpa had lived in and no one knew about. It was where the funeral was held.
He had been the one to get me the rent-controlled apartment. He had called in a favor from the manager and insisted on paying the rent for me. I offered to pay it back, but he refused.
I thought he had just been doing me a solid but when he died, it was without a will. He had only been 63 at the time and apparently healthy as a horse. He had died of an overdose of an illegal substance no one, including his personal doctor, had known he was addicted to. So I had to buy both food and rent with the money I could make with my fledgling party planning business, which is how I got reduced to living with my parents in the first place— not that my inability to hold down a job helped much, either.
Though that wasn't the worst of it. In addition to being a junkie and leaving me temporarily homeless after what seemed like a kind gesture, dear old granddad was a rich ass corporate raider of dubious reputation who owned the entire fucking building my apartment had been in.
He had dynamited a Jewish community center to make the space. Legend had it he had pushed down the plunger in the detonator himself, laughing while he did it.
So, I could really relate to what Reece had said earlier. I was glad he felt the same way. I couldn’t help but think of my poor mom who had been swindled out of her money thanks to some greedy rich guy’s scam, too. I had always tried to stay clear of anyone who might be like that, and I was glad I could finally trust Reece.
"Nice place," I said, as he steered the car to the bottom of the marble steps.
"Thanks, it’s all in the family," he said.
"Oh, I know what's that's like," I said, nodding knowingly.
No sooner had I gotten out of the car than Reece swooped me up into his powerful arms, closing the door with his foot, and ran up the front stairs, taking them two by two.
"Which room should we fuck in?" he asked, after kicking the front door open.
"All of them," I said.
"All of them?" he asked, sounding slightly daunted.
"Yes."
"There are twenty-five of them," he said.
"Oh, all the ones on the ground floor, then," I said.
"Right," he said, lowering me gently to the ground.
I went for the sitting room, whipping off my coat as I went. The very phrase “sitting room” sounded like something out of a Jane Austen novel, and I was ready to defile it.
I was topless by the time I got there, flicking on the light as I rushed in, Reece in hot pursuit. Dropping my pants and panties, I bent over the arm of a nearby couch, my pussy and ass open to him and anything he wanted to do to me.
Reece didn't even hesitate, dropping to his knees behind me and burying his face into my aching little pussy. Relief washed over me in an awesome wave, followed quickly by the most exquisite kind of pleasure.
I really wish I could have told Reece how good it felt when he licked me, but there were no words, so I had to settle for trying to show him, whenever he gifted me the opportunity to suck his awesome cock, also paying close and special attention to his balls, which I had come to genuinely love sucking on, especially while pumping his cock.
He would sometimes be too late and cover my face with his load but that was okay, too; I loved the taste of his sweet cum.
After making me cum with his tongue twice, one of them with an assist from his fingers, he kept two fingers inside my tight little pussy— he had been using three— and stood up behind me. I braced myself, knowing what was coming next.
Sure enough, a second later my pussy was filled with his cock, right up to the hilt. I wasn't able to take him all the way in the first couple of times, and I still couldn't when he fucked me in my tight little asshole, but I had gotten used to it pretty quick and he could soon fuck me full depth and full force without hurting me.
To be honest, I fucking loved it. I hadn't bought the vibrator, but I did find myself masturbating even more than normal, as I thought about how much I wanted Reece to fuck me again. I was really glad I had decided to give Reece a chance. A real chance, despite his fancy house and occasional cockiness.
No one fucked like he did. True, I didn't have much room for comparison, seeing as it was Reece who had deflowered me, but I just couldn't imagine anyone else fucking me like he did.
I was hooked.
He pulled out of my pussy, and slipping two fingers back inside me while he was also massaging my asshole with his thumb, he brought his cock around to my mouth. I started sucking it gratefully, swallowing down his entire load in two gulps, trying to savor the flavor while I could.
When he was done, I sucked his head clean. Unable to stop, I took him in as deep as I could and just kept sucking and sucking until he had filled my mouth once again.
Picking me up again, he carried me into the kitchen, putting me down and bending me over the large marble island countertops in the middle of the room. Taking off my boots, pants and panties so that I was completely naked, he got me ready with his tongue and fingers, making me wonder what all the fuss with heaven was about when Reece was right there on earth, before slipping his huge cock inside me, my pussy holding on tight as he started to pound me, as if never wanting to let me go.
He didn't have time to get his cock into my mouth before he unleashed into my pussy, so he pulled out quickly and shoved it deep in my ass, unloading it there. It hurt a bit, but the pain soon faded, especially when I got the warm, wonderful sensation of his hot, thick cum filling my tight little asshole.
"Sorry, baby. Did I hurt you?" he asked, gently massaging my stretched out little asshole.
"Fuck no,” I told him, loving when he called me baby.
"Good," he said, and we kissed passionately.
Taking a moment to wash off in the kitchen sink and for me to recover for getting ass pounded so hard, which was something I really wanted to do again, he took me by the hand and lead me into the conservatory. It really was beautiful in there.
Even at night, I could see the plants in the garden beyond. I tried to imagine what it must be like in there in the summer in the daytime. I didn't have time to ruminate for long because before I knew it, Reece was pushing me down onto my knees on the floor, onto a cushion he had put down first, and shoving his balls in my mouth.
I sucked them as hard as I could. It was a dominance move but I didn't mind; he said he was going to have his way with me, though honestly, I couldn't tell if he had been joking or not. Turns out he hadn't been. He was making full use of my body, though he was also being surprisingly nice about it, clearly not wanting to hurt me, whi
ch made it a lot less scary than it would have been otherwise.
Making sure to give each of his balls lots of love and attention, I ran my tongue, with guidance from his hand on the back of my head, all the way up the length of his shaft to the head of his big, throbbing cock.
Swirling my tongue lovingly around the head several times, I topped my mouth onto it, taking in more that half his cock, sucking as hard as I could while he held my head still and face fucked me. He unloaded into my mouth and tenderly stroked my cheek as I looked up lovingly, swallowing it all down and licking and sucking him clean.
"Stand up," he said.
I obeyed him, getting slowly to my feet. I didn't usually like being told what to do, but it felt different coming from him. Probably because I knew he cared about me and just wanted me to feel good. And I felt the same way about him.
Taking me by the hips, he went and sat down on one of the couches that lined the glass walls of the conservatory, pulling me down onto his cock, sliding it all the way up my pussy.
I thought he wanted me to ride him, which I would have been more than happy to do, but he had something else in mind. Leaning me back so that my upper body was laying right on top of his, he cradled the backs of my knees in his warm hands and pulled my legs way back and wide apart, holding them there as he rocked his hips, fucking my helpless little pussy.
I had never really been held in submission before. Not like that. I wasn't sure how I would feel about it, but it felt fucking amazing and I was coming a lot within just a few minutes.
I had heard about the joys of just letting go. Of giving in and just getting fucked and feeling good. I never imagined how good it would really be.
I was actually the one who took his cock and pressed it against my ass, wanting him to do it to me in there too. To feel the heft of his mighty member as it slammed into my tight little asshole, making me want to scream and cum at the same time.
He was more than happy to oblige, slipping his cock halfway in, still open from the previous ass pounding he had given me in the kitchen, and pumped my tight little asshole, holding me in submission.
I turned and tried to kiss him. He kissed me back, our tongues still entwined as I started to cum.
Then he was cumming in me, holding me tight and saying, “This is amazing.”
And he was right. This was truly amazing and I loved everything about it.
Chapter Sixteen - Gia
Maya seemed really glad to see me. It hadn't even been a week since her Friendsgiving, but that didn't seem to make much of a difference in terms of how much it seemed like she had missed me. She hugged me like she hadn't seen me for a year, Anton jumping and barking around us in his own greeting ritual.
"Hey Maya," I said, beginning to lose oxygen.
"It's so good to see you!"
"I gathered that," I said, when she let me go, allowing me to breathe again.
"So, how are things?"
"Well, I haven’t had to go work for any assholes, so that’s good. I guess it means I’m finding some success out on my own, not slaving away for the Man and all..."
"No, I meant with-"
"The business? Oh, things are good. As good as can be expected for a one person start up in the nation's commercial center. Must keep it all in perspective, you know."
"No."
"No?" I asked, following her over to the couch.
"No, I meant how are things with Reece?"
"I don't-"
"Bullshit. You've fucked in my guest room twice, and it must have been pretty good, going by the noise."
"Oh, fuck!" I exclaimed, no knowing she had heard us.
"Yes, exactly."
I tried to hide behind my hands but, just like when I was five, it didn't really work. Anton put his head on my lap and whined in sympathy.
"Oh, no, it's okay," Maya said, taking me by the arm.
"It is?" I asked, peeking out from behind my hand shield.
"Sure! I love both of you and want you both to be happy! How cool is it that you are happy together?"
"It's not weird, with him being your cousin and all?"
"Not at all and if you get married, you and I will be related, kinda."
"Married?"
"Oh, come now, he told me about your date,” she said. “It sounds like it went perfectly."
"Yeah, it did; does it usually not?"
"Not the way he wants," Maya said cryptically.
"What does he want?"
"Well, he's never said so, but I think he might want what he's never had."
"And what's that?" I pressed.
"Love," she said.
"Oh," I said, not expecting that.
"I mean, there are a lot of girls who want to get with him. It's obvious and he seemed to be okay with that at least for a while, but he is getting older now; I mean, he's like 33, and that kind of lifestyle has to get a bit tiring after a while, right? I think he’s looking to settle down with someone and that that someone is you. I mean, you did sleep with him. Literally, I mean."
"You heard me leave."
"Yep, I was already awake and working in my office. You got right past Anton, though. Didn’t even wake him up from where he was snoring away on his little doggy bed. Good job."
"It’s nice to know my efforts weren't wasted."
"Anyway, I just get the feeling that he would like someone to come home to as well as someone to go home with."
"And you think that someone might be me?" I asked.
"Has he taken you home? To his house, I mean?"
"Oh, hell yeah! Must be nice to have that kind of family money!"
"Family money?"
"He said it was all in the family."
"Oh, well, yeah, I guess it is, in a way. His family does alright but there was this big blow up with his dad about ten years ago. They haven't spoken since. Reece became a billionaire all on his own."
"A billionaire plumber?" I asked, my mind spinning slightly at the thought.
He would have had to fix a lot of toilets to make that kind of money.
I told myself not to be silly, but I was confused and didn’t know what else to think.
"Plumber?” Maya asked, looking as discombobulated as I felt. “Reece isn't a plumber."
"When I first met him, you said-"
"I said he was here to fix the plumbing,” she corrected me. “Because he was. I never said he was a plumber."
"Oh."
"No, Reece is a contractor and property developer. He knows about plumbing and all of that because he helps build the houses from the ground up before calling in general contractors to finish them off. He works his ass off at it and has built up a billion-dollar property empire from nothing. He's the one who bought me this apartment. Didn't he tell you?"
"No," I said, feeling a sharp twist in my stomach.
Reece had bought Maya her apartment like grandpa had paid the rent on mine.
They were in the same business, basically.
They had both lied about who and what they were.
Worse, Reece lied about agreeing with me when it came to the rich assholes of the world. He was one of the rich assholes of the world and I had let him exploit me like that. Fucking me in every way he could think of! In his fancy house he had made with his property development money, while telling me sad stories about his property development father— now it all made perfect sense.
I suddenly felt sick. I had to get out. I got up and ran out of the condo, barely hearing Anton's confused barks. And I barely got to the trash can outside the building before I puked.
I ran to my car and burst into tears, alternating between sobbing and dry heaving, trying desperately not to puke again. I got my phone and with shaking fingers I pounded out a text. As if from Hell's heart, they were stabbing at each of the buttons.
You are not what I thought you were.
Don't try to contact me.
Not playing.<
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I threw the phone onto the passenger seat and started up my car. Whitney Houston started belting out the chorus of "I Will Always Love You" from the speakers. I screamed and slammed my fist into the radio so hard the glass on the display screen shattered.
That was the last song I wanted to hear.
I would never, ever love Reece.
Even if I had thought I did.
Chapter Seventeen - Gia
The puking didn't stop with the trash can episode outside Maya's condo. I woke up the next morning with my stomach lurching and a stress headache that felt like my heart was crammed in my cranium and still knew how to pound.
I was glad my parents were at work and didn't have to see me like that. Mom would over-react as usual and dad would try to diagnose me himself. He was under the sad but not unusual misconception that reading a few books on a given subject made you a leading expert on it.
Reece texted again. The fifth since I told him to fuck off. If not in so many words.
Leave me alone!
I texted him back.
I went back to clutching my stomach, wanting so very much to crawl into the nearest hole and die. I had heard that cracker and ginger ale were supposed to be good for tummy trouble, but I couldn't even imagine trying to make it from by bedroom to the kitchen. Assuming mom and dad had any such thing.
The ginger ale, maybe, but they had been on an organic food kick the last few years. So I was unlikely to find crackers that were useful for anything other than coasters.
My phone alerted me again. Reece. Shit. I pounded at the keyboard, all the physical pain and emotional betrayal I felt pouring out into the words.
What part of "do not contact me" is beyond you?
Stay the fuck away from me or I'll get a restraining order!
Not kidding!
I slammed the phone back down on the nightstand so hard the screen cracked.
"Fuck!"
My stomach lurched and I had to make a break for it like a prisoner who just touched ground on the other side of the prison yard wall. I started to wonder if this was the flu, or pregnancy.
