by Livia Lang
He grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled them off, revealing the sweet folds he had fantasized so much about. They were delicate, waiting for him to ravish. He licked his lips hungrily, then dived in.
He lapped at her expertly, burying his head between her legs. He played with her clit, sucking on the nub as she moaned in pleasure. He licked and enjoyed every inch of her pussy, loving the way she shuddered around his head.
"Ryder," she moaned, her hands reaching out to grab his hair. "Oh my god, what are you doing to me?"
He chuckled, hearing the need in her voice. He sucked harder on her clit, taking her to new heights. He didn't stop, no matter how much she thrashed underneath him. He rode her hips with his mouth, taking her higher and higher until she burst over the edge.
Screaming his name, she came hard. Her thighs clenched hard around his ears and she bucked into his face like it was a rodeo. He held on tight, letting her squirm under him as he continued to gently lap at her folds. Only when she at last fell back, her body limp, did he stop.
Kissing his way up her body, he covered her small form with his own. Looking into her big hazel eyes, he brushed the stray curls from her face tenderly. "I told you that your taste would be perfect," he said. "Promise me you'll never doubt it again."
She shook her head, smiling shyly. "That was amazing," she whispered, running a hand along his chest.
"You haven't seen anything yet. Are you ready for more? Because I'm so hard it hurts, and I need to be buried in you."
When she nodded again, he kissed her passionately. He ran his hands over her silk nightie, then slipped it off her shoulders and down her body. This left her quivering naked underneath him, ready for him to claim her.
"God, look at how beautiful you are," he said softly, running a hand along her soft stomach.
There were curves in all the right places, and her alabaster skin was silky smooth. He could see a slight flush over her body, giving away the desire that was boiling inside of her. Knowing he'd done that to her – made the little virgin crave pleasure – had the beast inside of him roaring in approval.
He shucked off his own clothing, throwing them haphazardly around the room. Stretching himself out on top of her, he braced his arms on either side of her head. She looked at him shyly but trustingly, and his heart cracked open. He knew once he sunk into her, there would be no going back.
"I'm going to go slow," he said, pressing his cock against her tight entrance.
Ever so slowly, he slid himself inside. The embrace of her warmth gradually swallowed him, and he felt a peace that he had never known before. He was home, right where he belonged.
When he felt some resistance, he paused and let her adjust. She panted slightly, her big eyes locked onto him. Kissing her brow, he whispered huskily.
"Hold on baby. Almost there."
"I'm ready," she said, wrapping her hands tighter around him.
He plunged forward, ploughing through the last of her resistance and burying himself to the hilt inside of her. She cried out briefly, her nails digging into his back at the sudden intrusion. However, she soon quieted down as he kissed her tears away gently, keeping his cock very still to avoid stretching her too quickly.
After she had adjusted to him being all the way inside of her, he started to thrust. As he worked up in speed, she began to moan softly. Every new thrust of his cock into her darkest spots made her tremble and cry his name out.
"Tell me you like it. Tell me how good it is to have my cock in that virgin pussy," he ground out, digging his hips into her harder.
"Please... fuck me," she gasped, her eyes closing as she let herself be carried away by him. “I love how you feel inside me.”
It was the first time he had heard Ivy curse, and it shot a lightening bolt to his dick. Knowing her prim little mouth was now filled with dirty words, begging to be fucked, drove him mad. He was changing her, claiming her, making her into his own private little slut.
She was his, in every way.
He increased his thrusting, now rutting into her with everything he had. He could feel her walls tightening around him, and he knew she was building toward another orgasm. Reaching down with one hand, he began to rub her clit again, making her scream out.
"Come for me, Ivy. Be a good girl and show me how much you like this," he commanded.
Gripping the covers hard, she followed his direction. Crying out a final time, her body spasmed as she came hard around his cock. The sensation took him over the edge, and he followed suit. Pressing his hips tightly to hers, he emptied himself deep within her. The only thing that passed through his mind was how perfect it was to be her first, and only, lover.
When he was at last able to collect himself, he plopped down beside her and pulled her tightly into his arms. She melted into him, her soft body pushing tightly against his. Kissing the top of her head, he smiled as she sighed with contentment.
"How was that?" he asked, trailing a hand along her waist.
"Better than I could have imagined," she sighed. "I can't believe we just did that! I mean, you are my boss, and it was my first time..."
"Shh, don't fret about anything right now. Just lay in my arms and let me take care of you," he said, gently but forcefully. "Everything will be okay, I promise. Right now, just know that what just happened won't be the last time. I can't get enough of you, and I plan to teach you all kinds of kinky debauchery by the time I'm done."
"I think I'm okay with that," she said with a heavy sigh, her eyelids dropping shut.
He grabbed a blanket and covered them both up. "Get some sleep. We can take a short nap, then explore some other games this evening."
"We'll never get work done again."
"I couldn't care less," he replied, feeling his own body drifting toward sleep.
He meant it, too. The drive he usually felt to conquer in business had been replaced by his obsession with keeping her safe, happy, and well fucked. In previous years, he had derived all his pleasure from dominating his opponents and outselling them. Now that he had crossed the line with Ivy, there would be nothing else in his life that could come close to the happiness he found with her snuggled next to him, naked. He was still a businessman, but he would always be her lover first and foremost.
He just needed to figure out a way to convince her that they should be together forever.
5
The intercom on Ryder's desk flashed. Looking up from his mountain of paperwork, he sighed and hit the button. "I'm in the middle of something. What is it, Ivy?"
"Mr. Blake, I really need to talk to you," came his secretary's quiet voice.
Ryder shifted in his chair. Even after several months of dating, Ivy's voice was still enough to get him hard. She always spoke so softly and politely in the office, which was such a contrast to the naughty things he made her scream in the bedroom. The more demure she was in the workplace, the more he wanted to take her back to his house and make her a cursing wildcat.
"Is it about my meeting with Big Motion Studios this afternoon? Because if they cancel on this deal -" he began, frustration rising in his voice.
"No, nothing like that, sir." She paused, and he felt his cock grow even harder. He loved when she called him sir. "It's about, me. And you."
He put down his pen in surprise, a lump suddenly forming in his stomach. Ivy sounded more serious than ever before, and he was filled with dread. Was she not happy with their arrangement? Did she want to end things?
"Come in immediately," he replied tightly.
He didn't know what he'd do if she was going to try to break off their relationship. She had gotten under his skin, becoming a part of him. The way she drank coffee in the morning, doing the crossword next to him. The way she chewed on pencils during meetings when she wasn't paying attention. The way her legs felt wrapped around his waist. He couldn't lose that - he couldn't wake up knowing she wouldn't be smiling at him that day.
She opened his office door cautiously. Her hair was pulled bac
k in a strict bun, and she wore a black skirt and white button up shirt. The outfit screamed 'sexy librarian' and Ryder fought the urge to growl like a horny Neanderthal. She only got more beautiful every time he saw her.
Today, though, something was definitely different. Her hazel eyes were round and filled with sadness and her plush lips drooped. She looked so dejected, and the feeling of sickness in his core only grew.
"What is it, Ivy?"
She twisted her hands nervously, an act of shyness she hadn't done in weeks. As their relationship progressed, she had become more confident and self-assured, and he rarely saw her look so dejected anymore. And yet there she was, looking like a frightened mouse.
Ryder's heart felt like it was dying. He kept his face blank and teeth clenched together, but his insides were boiling in misery. He quickly tried to think of how he'd keep her, how he'd convince her that this love was real. Because it was love - he knew that more than ever as she stood before him with guilt written all over her face. He loved her and there was no way he could let her go easily.
"I have something very important to tell you," she began, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
He gripped his desk, and nodded. He didn't trust his tongue, and used all of his strength to remain impassive. He was going to let her say her piece, and then he planned to do anything in his power to made sure she stayed.
"I'm sorry, Ryder. I didn't mean for this to happen," she continued on, her voice rising in pitch as she went. Hysteria was beginning to overtake her. "I must have forgotten to take my pills on schedule, with all the big projects and us traveling on vacation last month. I knew something felt different, so I called the doctor..."
A new feeling began to unfurl in Ryder's gut. Comprehension was breaking into his gloom, and hope filled him. "Ivy, what are you saying?"
"I got the results this morning." She dropped her eyes to the floor. "I'm pregnant, Ryder."
The words were barely out of her mouth before he was out of his chair and sprinting around his desk. He threw his arms around her waist and swung her around wildly. She yelped in shock, her tiny hands clinging to his muscled shoulders in surprise.
"And they are sure? We're really going to have a baby?" he asked as he set her down in front of him.
She nodded. "It's still early, but the doctor is sure."
"That's amazing." He cupped her face lovingly in his hands, looking into the beautiful eyes that had captured his heart. "Ivy, I couldn't be happier."
"Really? I was so afraid to tell you." Her resolve broke and she began to softly cry, burying her face in his suit jacket. "I was worried you'd be angry."
"Angry? Why would I be angry?"
Her tears shattered him. He scooped her up tenderly and brought her to the large couch in the back of his office. He sat down gingerly, settling her into his lap, and held her tightly. The sniffles began to die down, and her body relaxed as they sat quietly
"I didn't want you to think I was a gold digger," she said at last, looking up at him with tear-stained cheeks. "I see this baby as such a gift, and I'm excited for it. But we hadn't talked about children and it's still so early in our relationship. I didn't want you to feel trapped."
"Trapped? Ivy, the only thing I want in the world is to be bound to you. From the moment you walked in that door with your crazy smarts and curvy hips, I was a goner. Completely and utterly head over heels for you. I want you to have my baby. I want you to have ten of my babies, and wear my ring, and have my last name. Do you have any idea how much I love you?"
She looked up at him with big eyes, a small amount of doubt still swirling there. A part of her still saw herself as too nerdy to deserve love, and it hurt Ryder to see. The struggle to understand her worth and appeal was still hard for her, but he vowed right then and there to make sure she never forgot how much he adored her. He was going to devote the rest of his days to making her feel like the bombshell she was.
"I love you, Ivy. I want nothing more than for you to be the mother of my children," he repeated, smiling down at her.
He gently kissed her, holding her tightly to him. As their lips came together, he felt her moan softly, her body loosening up under his touch. She was tentative at first, but as they kissed deeper and more urgently, Ivy began to become more assertive. Her tongue found his, and Ryder felt her hands grip onto him strongly.
It felt like they were kissing for the first time. Their need for each other was strong, and Ryder felt a thousand words of emotions pass between them silently. Their bond was being sealed - they were not only lovers now. They were life partners. Parents.
When they at last broke apart, Ivy's confidence was completely back, and she fell into the job she did so well - organizer.
"What should we do first? We'll need to go together to the doctor; I'll keep track of all the appointments. We also need to find a replacement for me when I go on maternity leave. And the nursery - will we have an identical one at each of our places?"
"Just one nursery, and that'll be at my house." He pushed on before she could protest. "Because you'll be living with me. That apartment is too small for you. I have a beachfront property with plenty of spare bedrooms And a big yard for kids to play in. Hell, we’ll even have a room just for your quilts and stuff."
"I feel like a princess," she said, blushing slightly. "I can't imagine living in a place so wonderful."
He pulled her closer, positioning her body so she was straddling him. "You deserve it, babe. We'll figure out the details later. For now, I think some celebrating is in order." His hands roamed to her chest, popping open the buttons of her shirt one by one.
"I thought you had work to do," she said, pushing her chest forward with a smile.
"A very important meeting just came up. I plan to spend all afternoon in it." His grin was wicked as he finished opening her top. "You'd better clear your schedule. This will take awhile."
Epilogue
Ryder put his Jaguar into park with a sigh. It had been a long day at work and he was exhausted. Grabbing his briefcase from the passenger seat, he slowly got out and wandered up the drive. All the house lights were on and his beachside villa looked beautiful in the darkness.
As he walked up to the large oak door he could hear the muffled sounds of giggles. Tiny little voices were whispering behind the wood. Bracing himself, he swung it open.
"Daddy!"
Two pairs of hands latched onto him, one on each leg. He chuckled, ruffling the hair of his two sons.
"How was your day, buddies?" He asked, looking down into their bright faces.
The tiredness he had felt before melted away. Looking at his children, he was left with only contentment. A long day at the office was worth it, knowing it helped keep his boys happy and healthy.
"They've waited all evening to tell you about their big adventure in the park," came his wife's gentle voice.
Ryder looked up to see Ivy standing in the doorway, their three-month-old daughter on her hip. Her blonde hair was cascading down in perfect ringlets, framing her pale face beautifully.
A lump rose in his throat. He never got tired of coming home to her. There wasn't a night that went by that he wasn't blown away by her sweetness as she greeted him with loving eyes. She ran their home, helped him with his business, and still found time to meet him at the door with a kiss.
"How was your day?" she asked as he bent to kiss her hello.
"Perfect, now that I'm home with you," he said, taking in her floral perfume.
"You say that every night.”
"And it's always true." He gave their daughter a kiss on the forehead as well. "And I'll prove it to you as soon as the kids go to bed. We can play the secretary game."
Ivy giggled, and gave him her best Fuck Me Eyes. Then she herded the kids up the stairs and to their bedrooms. Ryder watched her go, already planning the way he'd make her scream that night.
Also by Livia Lang
Isaac Walters needs an heir, and he needs it soon. If he doesn’t
fulfill the final provision of his grandfather’s will, he will lose out on millions. He just needs the right woman to put his child into.
Enter Lillian Scott – his curvy, clumsy, and shy maid. Can he convince the bashful beauty to go along with his depraved, taboo deal? Or will his desires be too much for her to handle?
Warning: This naughty tale is over-the-top sexy with a sprinkling of sweetness. If you love your stories short and steamy, be sure to grab this one up!
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About the Author
Livia was born in a dusty desert and still loves days so hot they melt your sneakers. She also loves men so hot they melt your panties.
When she isn't writing or thinking up dirty stories (which is rare), she spends her time baking decadent desserts. Sometimes she attempts to clean her house. It's a futile mission, but she isn't one to give up hope.
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