by Loni Ree
He gives me a strained smile, takes my hand from his stomach, and pulls me over until I'm straddling his lap. He then takes his hands, cups my face, and looks right into my eyes. I can feel his breath on my lips when he whispers, "There is nothing for you to worry about. I'm going to take excellent care of you. When you walked out the bathroom door, I had never seen anything more beautiful."
He starts kissing down my neck, and my eyes roll back in my head. I have trouble concentrating when he says, "We're going to take things nice and slow. We have all night. You tell me if it any time I need to slow down or stop. The loser you fucked in college had no idea what he was doing."
He keeps giving me little kisses on my lips, and then I feel the bulge that is rubbing up against my pussy growing harder as he asks, "Do you need me to wear a condom, or are you on birth control?"
My face flushes a deeper red, and I squirm on his lap. "I got the birth control shot the last time I went to the doctor so I would be ready when we got married."
He smiles and runs his tongue from my chin to the top of my lips, and I get goosebumps all over my body. "Then hold on, sweetheart, and let me do all the work. I'm going to warn you now though; I have very little control left. Until I've had you at least two or three times, I'm not going to be able to let you touch me. But I promise to make it up to you. Ever since I walked into your bedroom and saw you in your bra and underwear, I have lived with a constant hard-on. Tonight, you are going to have to help me take care of the massive problem I have developed. All of my pants have permanent stretch marks in the front of them, and it is all your fault. I plan on taking my suffering out on your little ass over the next week. Get ready. You may walk funny for a while." He winks at me, and I laugh at him.
After he leans up and gently kisses me while running his hands slowly up and down my sides, I start to relax. He runs his tongue side to side over my lips, seeking entry into my mouth. When I part my lips, he gently starts rubbing his tongue along mine.
I'm so caught up in his kiss, I barely notice when he pulls my gown up around my shoulders. He breaks the kiss to pull it over my head. After laying me back on the bed, he kisses down my neck until he gets to my left breast. When he encircles my sensitive nipple in his hungry mouth and starts sucking while gently rolling the other rosy bud between his fingers, my back to arches off the bed, and I cry out loudly. His hand roams down my body, leaving goosebumps in its path as he licks his way over to my right nipple and wraps his lips around it.
I'm lost in the sensations and start chanting his name like a broken record. After a few minutes, he rolls over me and suddenly kneels on the side of the bed before dragging my boneless body to the edge.
He growls against my flesh, "God, you smell good. I have to taste you." Then he plunges his tongue inside my wet center, and I scream from the sudden sensation.
When he alternates between sucking hard on my sensitive clit and stabbing his tongue hard into my pussy, my grip on the sheets threatens to tear a hole in them. He slides a finger into my wet center while sucking mercilessly on my clit, and my eyes roll back in my head.
"Fuck, you're wet, baby." Wet, slurping noises fill the room, and my back arches and toes curl into the sheets when I come so hard, black dots dance in front of my eyes.
He keeps fingering me while running his thumb over my sensitive clit, and after grabbing him by the hair, I can't decide whether to pull him toward me or push him away. He finally gets the idea and slowly kisses his way back up my body.
He kisses all the way up my neck and whispers in my ear, "I'll try to be as gentle as possible."
His massive erection eases into my tight opening slowly while he kisses me hard and deep. When I cry out from the burn, he pauses to let me adjust to his size. I feel tears leak out of my closed eyelids, and he wipes them off of my cheeks and runs his hands soothingly through my hair until I start to relax. "You're doing so good, baby. You feel so damn good. I've never felt anything like you in my life. I'll slow down until you get used to me. You just have to let me know when I can move."
When I feel myself start to relax around him, I arch my hips a little, and the burn has turned into a stretched feeling of fullness and the most unbelievable pleasure I've ever felt. "Move, you can move."
Lukas places his right hand on the headboard and his left hand by my shoulder then starts thrusting into my slick center so hard, the bed is banging against the wall.
"Now, baby, come for me. I know you are ready. Fuck, I can feel your pussy tightening around my dick." At his command, the most spectacular orgasm of my life rushes through me, and he shouts as his cock swells and explodes. He collapses on top of me and rolls over before I snuggle up to him and try to catch my breath.
"You have no idea how hard it has been to wait these past months to make love to you. Since I met you, I have walked around with a constant hard-on, but you are definitely worth the wait." He kisses the top of my head, and after giggling happily, I give him a small kiss and lay my head back on his shoulder. I'm definitely starting to fall in love with my husband. Actually, I'm all the way in love with him.
Lukas
When I wake up the morning after our wedding, I check my dick for signs of damage. Her pussy was so fucking tight, I worried she was going to suck the insides of my balls out through my dick when she came. Making love to her blew my mind.
My Angel's little pussy must be hurting like hell if my cock is this fucking sore. Although I joked about her walking funny, I'd never intentionally hurt her. To help with her pain, I get the jet tub ready for her before she wakes up. Hopefully, the hot water will soothe her sore muscles. I plan to take it easy on my tiny Angel since I don't want to put her out of commission for the rest of our honeymoon.
“Hey baby, wake up.” I kiss her lightly on her cheek, and she rolls over and smiles.
“You’re up too early,” she grumbles before trying to roll back over, but I catch her and pick her up.
After carrying her into the bathroom, I carefully place my gorgeous wife in the warm, fragrant water. “Oh, this feels heavenly,” she moans as she lays her head back against the smooth marble.
“I thought you might want a soak before we head to the airport. I’m going to jump in the shower while you take it easy.” While walking to the shower, our eyes meet in the mirror, and I wink at her when a blush covers her face as I catch her staring at my ass.
After boarding my plane, I sit back and think about the night before. None of the women in the past have caused me to feel jealousy, but last night when Madison told me she wasn't a virgin, a violent rage rushed through me. I wanted to find the little asshole who dared to touch her and annihilate him. Our honeymoon is going to be fantastic, but when we get home, I'm going to investigate the little fucker. For his sake, I hope he's far away.
Our honeymoon flies by. We only make love once a day, which is a test of my control. The rest of the time, we tour the small island and have a wonderful time exploring and spending time together. By the end of the week, our relationship is growing, and I couldn't be happier, but the little fucker from the past is still in the back of my mind. Before I know it, the time comes to return home.
9
Madison
While we were in Barbados, Lukas was so loving and attentive. The whole honeymoon felt like a dream. There was really no comparison between Lukas and Richie, my one and only ex-boyfriend. If I had known what making love was supposed to be, I would have waited for Lukas. My relationship with Richie was a mistake from day one. He was a business major, and his real motive for dating me was my family connections. Once he realized my father had no interest in me, he couldn't leave me fast enough. At first, his betrayal stung, but then my mother was diagnosed with cancer. Between her illness and getting through my last semester of school, I didn't have time to mourn such an insignificant relationship.
An orgasm crashing through me jerks me awake my first morning in Lukas’ grand bedroom. My eyes roll back, and my hands grasp the headboard as L
ukas continues teasing my clit while plunging two of his fingers into my wet center. I’m so glad our room is on the opposite side of the house from the others. My loud shouts would alert them to our early morning activities. It is a great way to start the morning, but it takes me a while to recover and get ready for the day.
By the time I make it down to breakfast, Lukas has already left for the office, so I decide to find something to occupy me for the rest of the day. I make plans to have all of my things moved into Lukas' room, so at least I'll have something to do for part of the day. Brayden and I have dinner alone since everyone else is working. Lukas sent me a text earlier saying he had a late meeting and would grab dinner at the office. After getting ready for bed, I decide to go ahead and read some, hoping maybe Lukas will get home before I fall asleep.
The next morning, I wake up alone in bed. Since Lukas' side of the bed is rumpled, I know he was home at some point last night but left again before I woke up. Because I miss him terribly, I feel so unbelievably sorry for myself.
Brayden is already having breakfast when I get to the dining room. He sees how upset I am. "I'm going out to look at a new horse for our stables. Please, come with me. You shouldn't be stuck in the house all day."
"Sounds like a lot of fun. Let me grab my jacket and I'll be ready to go." I'm so excited to get out of the house and have something to do, I float up to the stairs. We end up driving about two hours away to a small little farm, and Brayden takes his time looking over the horse and negotiating with the horse's owner.
While having a late lunch at a cute, little restaurant not too far from the farm, we get to know each other. Brayden is a lot of fun, and we’re becoming good friends. As we’re driving home, I decide to text Lukas, but my phone isn't in my purse. After thinking for a minute, I realize my phone is still plugged in by our bed. We finally make it home, and the fireworks start.
Lukas
On my first day back in the office, my search for the little asshole begins with me hiring an investigator to track him down. By the end of the day, I know everything about the little prick. His name is Richie Archer, and lucky for him, he moved to Arizona after graduating from college a couple of years ago. As far as my detective could find, Richie hasn't had any contact with Madison in the four years since they broke up. He's been dating the same girl for a couple of years, so he doesn't pose a threat to my marriage.
I started the day pissed off, missing my wife. After arriving so late last night, I found Madison was already asleep. She looked dead tired, and I didn’t want to wake her up. Because of the fucked-up mess going on at the Sterling-Ryan, I drag my ass out of bed way before anyone else and go to work too fucking early. We have a brand new marriage, and I’m doing everything in my power to make my wife fall in love with me, yet I’m spending less and less time with her. My frustrations are building.
While sitting at my desk before the sun has even come up, overdosing on caffeine so I can make it through the today, I accept that someone is stealing information from my company and selling it to one of my competitors. Time to fucking face the fact that some motherfucker is screwing me over.
Even though Drew Steele is a shitty human being for the fucked-up situation with my sister and his nephew, his security firm, DRS Security, Inc., is the best at investigations. After suspecting a problem, I contacted him, and he quietly began investigating. Yesterday, Drew asked me to meet him at his office, and he dropped a bombshell. He hasn't had time to figure out precisely who is behind the theft because the fucker is very good at hiding himself, but someone is selling my company’s secrets. This asshole had better find a big fucking rock to hide under, and they had better stay under their chosen rock forever because I will never stop looking for them.
Drew promises me, his guys will figure out who is selling my secrets quickly; I’m anxiously fucking waiting. Marta is the apparent suspect, but the logical part of me doesn’t think she's smart enough or stupid enough to fuck me over.
After getting to the office early to meet Drew and find out if any new information has come to light, I ask the night guard to send him straight to my office.
Drew walks in the door, and the expression on his face tells me this is bad news. We shake hands, and I point to the chair in front of my desk to signal for him to have a seat. "Can I get you some coffee before we get started?"
"No, Lukas, I had plenty on the way in here. I hate to tell you this, but you were actually right. Your former assistant, Marta Jenkins, has been selling you out, big time. From what we have been able to find out, it started sometime around May when she was approached by August Dunbar. He made her an offer she couldn't refuse.”
He pauses when I slam my fist down on my desk. After taking a few breaths to get myself under control, I signal for him to continue. “My IT-slash-hacker guy is meticulously gathering all of the proof you should need to take to the authorities to have her arrested and prosecuted. The authorities should be able to prosecute Marta without any trouble using all the information we have discovered. There's also enough evidence for a civil suit against Dunbar if you so choose. If I were you, I would have her security credentials deleted immediately. Once you proceed, though, she will be tipped off and know you're aware of what she's done. She may either disappear or start trying to cover her tracks.”
I get up and pour myself a drink to try to calm down as he continues talking. It's early, but the shock is overwhelming. “We already have more than enough evidence, so she shouldn’t be able to delete or destroy anything pertinent to the prosecution. The authorities won't arrest her for days or even weeks until they conduct their own investigation, so she will have time to disappear if she chooses that route."
After a few minutes, the shock is starting to dissipate, and anger is replacing it. "I can't fucking believe it. The goddamn bitch is stupid. She's been making quite a bit of trouble for me since I got engaged to Madison. I fucking moved her to a different division in hopes she would lose interest in me and move on, but so far, she hasn't. If anything, she's become way more aggressive. I'm going to use her stalking behavior as my excuse for firing her and removing her security credentials before I’m tempted to kill her for stealing from me. Once I fire Marta, your guy should have more time to gather all the evidence out there. Fuck that bitch.”
“Now’s the time to stay calm and let the pros handle this shit.” Drew gets up and leaves after his last bit of advice.
After Drew leaves my office, I arrange a meeting with Thomas, my head of security, and update him on what the fuck is going on. We make a plan to call Marta into the conference room near the security office on the second floor, so there is plenty of manpower when she gets fired. I'm going to need a drink when the meeting is over.
As I'm sitting at the conference table with Thomas, Wyatt, and Julie Cannon, our Human Resources Manager, waiting for Marta to arrive, I shoot Madison a quick text.
Sorry wasn't home last night or this morning. Busy at SR. Will be home in time to have dinner with you tonight.
There's a knock at the door, and I'm ready for the battle. Julie invites Marta to have a seat. "Marta, you've been asked to this meeting because Sterling–Ryan will no longer tolerate your behavior toward one of our employees. Even though Mr. Ryan is the CEO, he is still covered as an employee.”
Marta turns shocked eyes toward me, holding her glare without flinching as Julie continues. “He has brought to our attention several instances where your behavior falls under the definitions stalking and harassment. Mr. Ryan has tried to warn you to cease your behavior, and you have ignored these warnings. He even changed your position in the hopes you would improve your behavior.”
Julie holds her hand up to silence Marta when she makes a move to interrupt. “Please, let me finish. Since all of these attempts have failed, Sterling–Ryan has no other option but to terminate your employment, effective immediately. Your desk has already been cleaned out, and there is a security guard outside with your belongings. He will escort you off the pr
emises. Please remember you signed a nondisclosure agreement upon your employment with Sterling–Ryan. If you do not abide by your agreement with Sterling-Ryan, then we will be forced to take legal action against you."
For a moment, Marta is too fucking shocked to say a word. Then her nostrils flare, and she lunges out of her seat, and all hell breaks loose. "You fucking asshole, did you really think I would let you get away with screwing me? Do you think you can fuck me over? Well, I won't let you! We aren't done!"
Suddenly, the stupid bitch tries to jump over the table, but Wyatt and Thomas tackle her to the ground. Thomas is trying to control her while she is scratching at his arms and anything she can grab.
He yells to the security guards out in the hall, "Get your asses in here and drop her out on the sidewalk with all of her shit."
Once the circus clears the hall, we inform security and the front desk of her contentious termination. She is banned from all Sterling-Ryan property for life. Hopefully, Drew does his job, and the cops pick her ass up soon.
When I get back to my office, I look for Madison’s text and realize she never did text me back. I try to call her, and it goes straight to voicemail. Since I can’t reach her, I decide to call Marcy and find out what's going on.
Marcy lets me know Brayden and Madison left together right after breakfast this morning, but she has no idea where they were going. I check Brayden's calendar, and there are no appointments listed for today. Next, I give Brayden a call to see what the hell is going on, and I'm worried and pissed off when his phone goes to voicemail, as well.
I spend the next six hours growing more and more panicked as I both text and call Madison and Brayden numerous times, with no response from either. By four-thirty, I'm a complete wreck. After racing home, I find Marcy and the staff are the only ones home. When I go to our room to look for a note, Madison's phone still hooked to the charger catches my eye. So, at least I know she's not ignoring my calls and texts. But there's no reason for Brayden not to answer his fucking phone. Max, Bradley, and Annie head out to look everywhere they can think of for them. Since Drew left for California right after our meeting this morning, I don't even bother calling him.
