“Oh god,” I moan, widening my thighs in anticipation as the head nudges me.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”
True to his word, Marcus eases his large member into my waiting pussy. I’m so wet that he could probably slip right in, but I appreciate that he’s giving me a chance to adjust. I lift myself to my elbows and throw my head back, getting stretched so hard.
“Take me all the way, Addy,” Marcus hisses. “You can do it.”
I tense a bit, but then relax and sure enough, within seconds, he’s balls deep with only the root visible between my pink lips.
“Fuck me, Marcus,” I pant. “Oh god, I need it!”
With a predatory grin, he does as he’s told. Marcus pulls all the way out before filling me up once again and I swear, I’ve never been stuffed so full. His cock is huge enough that it feels like it goes all the way up to my throat, and my curves jiggle as he continues to pound my pussy.
“Oh, Marcus. Fuck!”
“Come on my cock, sweetheart. Do it.”
My body reacts to his words. My pussy contracts once again before dissolving into tremors as I wail with need. Then, Marcus plunges deep inside me one last time and ejaculates violently, filling me with lash after lash of thick, viscous seed.
I pant, absorbing his semen into my body. My pussy feels used, and yet so good too. Slowly, he pulls out and we both watch as a string of semen connects the tip of his dick to my pussy. Finally, it breaks and we both laugh a little. He kisses me gently and pushes the hair from my eyes.
“That was amazing, Addy. I knew you’d be wonderful.”
I smile, still breathless.
“It was, wasn’t it? But I wasn’t expecting this to happen tonight.”
“How do you feel?”
I smile mischievously.
“Like I want it to happen again.”
Marcus chuckles, his blue eyes bright. “Don’t worry, Addy. There’s plenty more where that came from because I’ve got a huge supply for you.”
Then, he whisks me into his arms and takes me to the master bedroom. We explore one another’s bodies again and again until the gray light of dawn peeps through his curtains. Only then, sated and filled, do I fall asleep against Marcus’s chest. The handsome man is broad, bronzed, and so warm, and without a doubt, I know that this is where I belong.
7
Marcus
* * *
Addy’s everything I’ve ever wanted, but the question is: what does she want? I’m an older man. I’m forty-five, and I’ve seen the world, but there’s still something lacking in my life, and that thing is a wife and children. I’d love to have kids, but my ex was a skinny bitch afraid of losing her figure to pregnancy, and nixed that idea soon after we were married. I regret we didn’t talk about it before the marriage certificate was signed, but back then we were young and in love. I was sure Marissa would change her mind in the future.
Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. Marissa stuck to her guns, and as a result, it’s just one of the many reasons we divorced. I’m not ready to give up on my dream of having children, and clearly, my ex-wife was the opposite. But when one door closes, another one opens, and now, my mind drifts to Addy.
She’s lush. Gorgeous. Round. She’s got the type of body built for having children, and I’ve sampled the sweetness between her legs and sipped at those big breasts multiple times now. I’d love to get her pregnant, and then keep her pregnant for as long as she’s willing because she’d be a perfect mother. But is that what Addy wants? I’m getting ahead of myself. We just started dating, and I’ve already got her in my crosshairs.
My car pulls up in front of Addy’s apartment building, and the curvy girl’s already standing outside looking as beautiful as ever. She’s dressing sexier now, and I love it. The red dress hugs her curves, and she has strappy red heels and a red purse to match.
I jump out of the car to press a kiss to her cheek, inhaling her floral scent.
“You look great,” I murmur. “Ready to go?”
“Thanks,” Addy says with a faint blush on her cheeks. “Yes, definitely.”
We both slide into the car, and the sedan pulls back into traffic, headed to a fancy Italian restaurant. The curvy girl settles against my side, and I marvel at this affectionate girl. When I was with Marissa, we sat on opposite sides of the car, not touching if possible. She was always afraid I’d ruin her hair, make-up, or clothes, and by the end, I didn’t want to touch her. She was like a statue, and just as cold and forbidding.
When we arrive at the restaurant, Addy and I are immediately seated in a private booth in the back. It’s luxe with red leather seats, low lighting, and a white tablecloth.
“Can I start you with anything to drink?” the waiter asks while bowing slightly. I nod.
“A cab please. Your best bottle.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll be right back.”
Addy looks around, breathing in the luxury.
“This is amazing, Marcus. You spoil me.”
“I love spoiling you, sweetheart. You deserve it.”
She giggles a bit.
“I love being spoiled too. Thank you.”
At that moment, the waiter returns with our wine and we order from the menu. I go with the chicken parm, of course, and Addy goes for the eggplant parm. Despite its luxe décor, this restaurant is known for its parm dishes, so they’re both great choices.
“So tell me, how was your week, sweetheart?” I ask while we eat. “I’ve hardly seen you.”
It makes sense because Addy and I have been keeping our relationship on the downlow. We don’t want our co-workers to know, and as a result, act completely professional when we’re at the House of Steele. She smiles gently.
“Busy,” she says. “But absolutely amazing. Things are flowing seamlessly.”
I nod.
“They are because you’ve been an amazing creative director, honey. People really respect your opinion, and they see how you lead by example, and want to work for you as a result. But you saw your parents on Tuesday, too, right?”
She blushes and nods.
“Thank you, Marcus, and yes, I did. Actually, I only saw my mom because my dad was too busy. We had dinner since we missed out on our last lunch plans.”
I laugh. That was my fault. Addy was supposed to meet her mom the weekend we first got together, but I wouldn’t let her out of bed. I literally begged the curvy girl to cancel so that I could continue enjoying her lushness, and she relented after I put my mouth on her pussy and wouldn’t let up.
“How was dinner?” I ask, smiling.
“It was great. Pam asked me a thousand questions about you,” she adds, rolling her eyes. “I told her that I’m dating someone, but I didn’t mention that you’re my boss. She’d probably totally freak out.”
I grin.
“It’s probably for the best. But you know, I’d love to meet your mom someday soon.”
Addy smiles at me, so happy.
“You will. Pam’s out and about a lot because she adores NYC. I swear, my mom’s going to be one of those old people who goes to Broadway shows two to three times a week.”
I chuckle because her family sounds cute. We continue to chat until the food comes and it’s great. I love this about the curvy girl: her intelligence, curiosity and overall lust for being alive are just as important as her incredible willingness to explore and give herself to me in bed. In fact, she’s the perfect package, and I know it. I’m just disappointed I didn’t get divorced sooner, so that I could be with this woman.
“Tell me a funny story from your childhood,” Addy giggles, eyes bright, as we wait for the check.
I laugh.
“How about this: one time, I was walking down the street with my mom. I refused to wear a belt for some reason, and my jeans were saggy and huge, per the style of the day, that my pants fell down right in front of a busy grocery store. But instead of being embarrassed, my mom and I decided to embrace it. We did a silly dance together as I
pulled my pants back up, and pretended it was all part of the routine. Of course, I still refused to wear a belt after.”
“That sounds like a sweet memory with your mom,” Addy giggles.
“It is. We have a lot of those, and I’m sure she’ll be happy to tell you all about my childhood when you meet her.”
My girlfriend brightens.
“You think? Down in Florida?”
I nod.
“Definitely yes. You’ll like Susan and Bob. They’re still happily married after forty years, and I think at first, they were disappointed by the fact that I was getting a divorce. But when I told them Marissa didn’t want kids, that all changed. Then, they were all for the divorce.”
Addy gasps as her cheeks blush.
“Your ex didn’t want kids?”
I shake my head slowly, my fingers drumming the table top a bit.
“No, because it would have ruined her figure. Also, Marissa wasn’t exactly maternal, let’s be honest. I can’t imagine her nurturing a child, playing kiddie games, or doing a dance with her teenage son in a grocery parking lot.”
Addy giggles, flushing, and she reaches out to squeeze my fingers.
“Well, that’s in the past now,” she murmurs. “I’m sure you’d be a wonderful father, Marcus.”
I look up swiftly, and my heart contracts as I take in this lovely woman. This is the time to talk with her about her thoughts on pregnancy and children, but I don’t want to push it. We haven’t been dating that long, after all, and I don’t want to be an overeager suitor attempting to get her knocked up right out of the gate. Although, of course, nothing would make me happier. The waiter comes back with my credit card at that moment, and sets it on the table.
“Thank you for dining with us again, Mr. Steele,” he says deferentially. “We hope to see you again soon.”
“You will. Thank you, Samuel.”
I leave a hefty tip and wrap my arm around Addy’s waist to guide her out of the restaurant. She leans into my side, and this feels absolutely right. As we step through the doors, the air outside is cool and comfortable, and we both let out sighs.
“Wow, it’s beautiful out,” Addy says. “The evening rays are so beautiful.” We’re right next to Central Park, and the tall trees beckon.
“Let’s walk through the park for a bit,” I suggest. “It’s not too late. Come on, sweetheart.”
Addy grins.
“You don’t have to ask twice. Central Park is my favorite part of New York, although I do love Gramercy Park, too. Gramercy is usually quieter and only a short walk from House of Steele. I go there on my lunch breaks sometimes,” she confides. “It’s nice, and helps me relax after the stress of the office.”
As we stroll to the park, I secure my arm about her waist again.
“That’s good to hear, but is work going okay?” I ask. “I know that from my vantage point you’re doing fantastic. But how is it on a day-to-day basis?”
Addy thinks for a moment.
“It’s good,” she says slowly. “Thank you for hiring an assistant for me. Nadia really helps out a lot, and handles a lot of administrative duties for me. But yes, overall, this has been a great step forward. I really like working with the team, and I think you’ll really appreciate the new designs we have in store.”
I nod.
“Of course, honey. I don’t want you getting too worn out because that’s not what this job is about. That’s not what life is about, actually. But no more shop talk because we already live and breathe work all the time,” I say as we step into the park.
She giggles a bit.
“You’re right. We already discuss the House of Steele a lot. Okay, so what’s your favorite part of the city?”
I grin at her as we make our way towards a green bower.
“Will you think I’m ridiculous if I say my penthouse?”
She laughs.
“No, because I don’t blame you. It is a very nice place.”
“Exactly. And I love the view too because I can see everything without having to be a part of it. Sometimes the city can be overwhelming, and the view calms me.”
We stop on a bridge over a small stream. It’s one of the most romantic spots in Central Park, and I’m happy to be here with the curvy girl. I pull her close and press a kiss to her temple.
“Sweetheart, I just want to say that I really care about you. I’m glad we’re giving this a shot.”
She smiles happily up at me.
“I care about you, too. It’s been wonderful, these past few weeks, and I never thought this would happen to me.”
I grin.
“Am I a miracle-worker?”
She giggles, blushing.
“Maybe, a little.”
With that, I lean down and kiss her softly. Addy is my everything right now. I’m tempted to tell her I love her, and that I want her to have my babies, but I don’t want to scare her away. She’s young, and so much has happened so fast. I know what I want, but things can be different for a twenty-five year old girl.
We linger on the bridge for a while, talking and kissing and enjoying each other’s company. After about half an hour, the breeze picks up and I know it’s time to go home.
“Come on, sweetheart. We should get going,” I say.
She smiles brilliantly at me.
“Are we going to your penthouse?”
I lean and kiss her again, nuzzling the hollow in her throat. She’s so lush and smells so good that I’m tempted to slip a nipple from her dress and suckle a bit, since no one is around. But I restrain myself.
“No, sweetheart. I’m going to walk you home.”
She looks started, pulling back.
“Really?”
I nod.
“Really. This is a romantic evening, and as much as I’d love to ravish you until the wee hours, we both have early mornings tomorrow. As a result, I’m going to be a gentleman and walk you home. Then, you’re going to tuck yourself into bed because if I tuck you into bed, you know I’ll be in the bed with you.”
Addy giggles.
“I don’t think my roomie would appreciate hearing the bed springs squeak all night.”
I growl, my blue eyes flaring hotly.
“It’d be more than bed springs, sweetheart. It would be the loud moans and harsh pants, as well as the bed frame breaking if I have my way.”
“Oh you!” she giggles, swatting me playfully on the arm. “You’re so bad!”
But she takes my elbow companionably, and we walk to Hell’s Kitchen before coming to a stop before her brownstone. I look at the old building. It’s raggedy with disrepair, and I can’t wait to move her out of this place. But again, everything in its own good time. Instead, I lean forward and press another soft kiss to her lips.
“See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”
She leans into me, deepening our kiss, but then pulls away.
“Tomorrow,” she breathes before turning and entering her building. That curvy form disappears up the stairs, but I linger for a while on the sidewalk outside, like a lovestruck man. Because the truth is that I am head over heels. I’ve fallen for the curvy girl, and god knows, the next time we’re together I’ll ravish her like a beast. But until then …
8
Addy
* * *
Having an office of my own has been one of the biggest adjustments of the last month because it’s too quiet in here. Occasionally, I can hear people going in and out of Marcus’s office, or even talking outside in the large shared workplace, but it feels lonely alone in these four walls.
Then, I scold myself. I’m head designer now, and I’ve earned my privacy! But the truth is that I enjoy being out among my co-workers, sharing ideas and the occasional gossip. It felt like I was part of the team then, instead of leading the team.
I sigh, dropping my head into my hands. I love this job, but it really takes a lot out of me. And I appreciate Marcus’s concern for my welfare, but I don’t want him to stress either. He already
takes care of me so well, and the CEO has enough on his plate. He doesn’t need to hear about how I’m hating having my own space.
Abruptly, I stand up from my desk. It’s actually Marissa’s desk, a Scandinavian blonde wood thing with spindly legs. Maybe that’s part of the problem. This office isn’t mine, and I should try to personalize it. But that’s something to deal with another time. For now, I’m going to try and get work done somewhere that’s more comfortable.
I make my way outside to the design floor, and a couple people look up.
“Hey, Miss Maplethorpe,” calls an intern.
I smile.
“No Miss Maplethorping because it sounds like I’m a character in a Dickens novel. Call me Addy.”
The young man grins cheekily at me, at fabric sample between his fingers.
“Sure thing, Addy.”
I walk away, already feeling heartened. I head over to my old workspace, and sure enough, there’s my co-worker Jemima. The pretty blonde sees me and brightens.
“Addy! Welcome to the slums,” she exclaims.
I roll my eyes.
“Oh please. We both know this isn’t the slums. That’s accounting.”
Jemima laughs.
“You have a point. I don’t understand how they can get anything done in the basement with no windows, too! There’s no air either. How do they even breathe?” But Jem doesn’t wait for me to finish. “So what brings you down to my neck of the woods? We haven’t seen you in a while.”
I nod and sit down gratefully at my old stool.
“I’m at a standstill when it comes to ideas. I needed to get out of the office for a second and just switch up the scenery.”
Jem looks sympathetic.
“How can I help?”
I bite my lip for a moment.
“Well, I need to not think about work right now.”
My friend immediately brightens.
“Girlie, you’re in luck because I have some gossip for you!”
This time it’s my turn to brighten. I forgot how much I need human contact, and even these few minutes have been beneficial.
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