A Million Guilty Pleasures: Million Dollar Duet

by C. L. Parker

  “Goddamn, that feels good, doesn’t it?” I asked her. “There’s just nothing quite like the first time I push into you. The way your pussy grips my cock—so hot, so soft, so wet. That feeling … it’s second to none. Let’s try that again, shall we?”

  I watched when I pulled out of her. Her juices coated my cock, and her opening, having stretched to accommodate my girth, melted back to the tiny hole it had been before I’d infiltrated it. It was an amazing sight to behold.

  The glint of wetness on the pearls to my side caught my eye and a wicked idea formed in my head. I picked them up and wrapped them in a single layer around my cock, making it ribbed, for her pleasure. Lanie grinned at me when she saw what I’d done, the look in her eye reminding me once again of the night we’d traded tit for tat and I’d taken her virginity. She was game. And I was horny as fuck.

  I pushed forward again, watching the head of my dick disappear as she stretched to take me in. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when I felt the pearls shimmy along my shaft. If the sound Lanie made at the same time was any indication, I’d say it was as good for her as it was for me. Knowing that, I couldn’t stop my hips from surging forward as I buried my entire length inside her. She squeezed my ass in her hands, holding me there while she undulated beneath me, rubbing her clit against my groin.

  I encouraged her, wanted her to do what came naturally, because that was what got me off. “That’s it, kitten. Do what feels good to you. Use my body for your pleasure.”

  “You’re so thick, so hard,” she moaned. “I love the way your cock feels inside me. And those pearls …” She growled the last word, her eyes closing in total bliss.

  Fucking A. My million-dollar baby had turned pro on me.

  I pulled back and slammed back into her. “Like that?”

  She dug her nails into the cheeks of my ass. “God, yes! Faster.”

  Moving inside her with five quick thrusts, I gave her what she wanted, and then I stilled, completely sheathed. I rotated my hips to give her the friction she needed against her clit. Plus it did some pretty amazing things to my cock when those pearls rolled around like that.

  She moaned. “Oh, Christ … just like that. Don’t stop.”

  I pulled back and rolled my body, pushing back into her over and over again. I managed to find a steady pace that was neither too fast nor too slow. She rocked against me, meeting each push and pull of my hips with her own. The pearls worked me, she worked me. The way her hands gripped my ass and her walls tightened around me as I moved back and forth inside her was indescribable.

  “Noah, I’m going to—”

  “Do it,” I moaned, still moving inside her. “Let me feel that pussy squeezing my dick.” My cock grew impossibly harder with each thrust, my own orgasm building and building until I thought my balls were going to explode.

  “Right there, kitten. Right there,” she keened, and then I felt the familiar pulsing of her walls around my cock as she cried out my name with her orgasm.

  I quickened my pace, thrusting harder, deeper, helping her to achieve every single plateau of her climax. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was beautiful in the soft glow of the fire. A light sheen of sweat coated her creamy flesh, her lips were bee-stung and cherry red, and her eyes were closed with their thick lashes caressing the soft skin beneath as she let it take over and carry her away.

  “I’m the luckiest man in the world,” I whispered, and then I leaned forward to taste those luscious lips.

  Once, twice, three times I nipped at her mouth. My cock slid in and out of her, the pearls rolling along my length. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her lips licked at mine, her fingers clung to my ass. It was too much.

  “You feel so good, Lanie. I can’t hold on much longer,” I warned her. “I’m going to come all over that beautiful pussy of yours.”

  Lanie shook her head and then looked me in the eye. “You’ve denied me too many times. I won’t let you deny me again. Come in my mouth, Noah. I want to taste you.”

  “Shit … I don’t know if I can hold out … feels … so good,” I warned, doing my best not to come.

  “Give it to me, Noah. Fuck my mouth,” she demanded.

  I pulled out of her, reluctantly, but like I’d said so many times before, I wouldn’t deny her anything she wanted. She may have started out as my sex slave, but I had become hers.

  I made quick work of removing the pearls and then straddled her chest, my cock bobbing and soaked in her juices when I brought it to her mouth. Running the tip across her lips, I coated them in her own come. “Taste me, Delaine. See what my cock tastes like with your juices all over it.”

  She opened her mouth and I pushed my cock inside. Her lips closed around my girth and she hummed in appreciation, savoring our joint flavors. I held the back of her head and thrust my dick in and out of her mouth.

  “Do we taste good, Lanie? Do you like the way you taste on my cock?”

  She answered with a moan and then grabbed my ass, pulling me deeper inside her mouth. I could feel the back of her throat pressed against the head of my dick, and she swallowed, constricting my cock. That was all I could take.

  “Fuck, kitten! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I called out as I pushed even deeper still and my cock pulsed with each spurt of come that shot down the back of her throat. With each gulp she took, I could feel more constriction. She slowly bobbed her head back and forth, milking me until I went flaccid in her mouth.

  “Goddamn, woman, that’s enough,” I chuckled, forcing her to let go of my dick. “You keep that up and I’ll be hard all over again.”

  “And what’s so bad about that?” she asked.

  Swear to God, I fucking loved her.

  I dismounted her chest and lay next to her, pulling her body over mine like a blanket so she could rest her head on my chest. Her left hand was on my stomach and I looked down at it. The stones of my mother’s engagement ring caught the light of the fire and reflected a rainbow of colors. It had finally found a home.

  I had finally found a home. Which reminded me …

  “So you never did say,” I started. “Do you like the house?”

  Lanie lifted her head and looked at me. A slow smile crept across her face. “You know I do.”

  Yeah, I did.

  “But I’m just not sure how all this is going to work,” she continued, drawing patterns on my chest.

  “How what is going to work?”

  “Well, you have the house in Oak Brook and now we have the cottage as well. Where exactly do you plan for us to live?”

  “Yeah, about that,” I started, suddenly feeling like an ass for not having discussed any of this with her beforehand. In my defense, I had planned to talk to her about it after showing her the house, but then one thing led to another and … well, there we were. “You know how David is signing over his half of the company to me?”

  “Yes …”

  “Well, Mason has been so loyal to me over the years, and knows the ins and outs of the company so well, that I thought I’d make him my partner.”

  “Noah, that’s wonderful!” she said, her eyes alight with joy. “Polly is going to absolutely flip her shit!”

  I laughed, knowing she in fact would.

  “Wait a minute, though,” she said, settling back down. “What does that have to do with where we’re going to live?”

  “Oh, right,” I said, getting back on track. “It really doesn’t have anything to do with where we live, but eventually Mason’s going to be controlling most of the things that will require a constant presence at the office. So that means we can live wherever you want. If you want to live here on a permanent basis so that you’re closer to your folks, I can set up an office here and work from home.”

  “But Noah, your parents’ home … that’s all you have left of your family,” she said, her voice sounding heavy.

  I hugged her to me and kissed her forehead because I wanted to, and because she was still being selfless. “You’re my family now, La
nie. And I plan on us having lots and lots of beautiful little Lanies in the future. And maybe at least one Noah to carry on the Crawford name.”

  Her brows shot up, her eyes widened, and a broad smile spread across her face. “Babies? You want babies?”

  “Mmm-hmm. Lots and lots of babies.”

  “Well then,” she said thoughtfully, “we’re going to need an awfully big house to accommodate all those babies, don’t you think?”

  I shrugged. “I suppose so.”

  “And Polly is going to need someone around to keep her busy while Mason is working long hours at the office. Otherwise, she’s just going to be all over his ass for not being around as much.”

  “Probably,” I agreed.

  “My mom’s better and Dad’s back to work. And Dez has been looking for a place to stay in the city as well …”

  I knew what she was getting at. “Kitten, are you trying to tell me that you want to live at the Crawford estate?”

  She got a guilty look on her face. “Is that terrible of me? To not be jumping at the chance to live so close to my parents?”

  “Not at all. You can visit them anytime you’d like. After all, we have a quaint little home here as well. Christmas, Easter, a little summer vacation, whatever. We don’t need a reason to drop everything and come for a visit.”

  “Plus, we don’t have a nosy neighbor guy back in Chicago. And you don’t have to shirk your responsibilities at Scarlet Lotus, either,” she said.

  “Hey! I take offense at that,” I teased playfully, tickling her side.

  “I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” she laughed.

  “So, Chicago?” I asked, wanting her to make the final call.

  She nodded. “Chicago it is.”

  “Good,” I said, satisfied with her decision. I forced her to roll over so that I could rise up on one elbow and hover over her with a devious grin. “Now, let’s get started on making those babies.”

  I leaned down to kiss her, but she placed her fingers between our lips. “I had that contraceptive shot, remember? I can’t get pregnant right now.”

  I shrugged. “Doesn’t hurt to practice.”

  She giggled and finally relented, letting me kiss her long and hard as the fire crackled in the background. That was the way I wanted it to always be between the two of us: carefree laughs, erotic lovemaking, happy and free. Free of cheating exes, free of backstabbing friends determined to see us ruined, free of feeling like you’re the only one who can save the life of someone you love and taking drastic measures to do so. Free of that isolated feeling of living alone.

  It wasn’t exactly the same dream that every other red-blooded American had, but the foundation was the same: someone to love, someone to care for, someone who wanted nothing more than to do the same for you in return—someone who had your back come hell or high water.

  And we would have that dream. I’d make damn sure of it. I wasn’t so naïve that I thought everything would be perfect. We’d have our own small battles to fight, but in the long run, we’d win the fucking war.

  We would have our happily ever after.

  epilogue

  BRINGING SEXY BACK

  Lanie

  It was the eve of the second anniversary of the day my life had been turned upside down, inside out, and spun round and round, sending me in a new direction. Two years since the day I had put myself up for auction in a nightclub called Foreplay that traded women to men of wealth and power in exchange for a hefty payment.

  The other women in my group had done it for their own reasons. I had done it to save a life. My mother’s life, to be specific.

  Two million dollars was what I’d gone for. Auctioned off to the highest bidder, Noah Patrick Crawford, CEO of Scarlet Lotus. He would own me for two years, use me to satisfy his every sexual need as he saw fit.

  That man would teach me how to suck a cock properly. That man would give me the first of many orgasms, introduce me to my inner Cooch—and she to the King of Fingerfuck, the Ridonkabutt, the Assterpiece, the Wonder Peen. That man would pop my cherry, turn me into a wanton hussy, and rock my ever-loving world. That man would infuriate me to no end—in and out of the bedroom—and then ride in on his white horse to save the day.

  That man was now my husband.

  And the father to our daughter, Scarlett Faye Crawford.

  Scarlett was the apple of her daddy’s eye. She’d been born less than a year after we married. In fact, I had been pregnant with her at our wedding ceremony and hadn’t even known it. I was certain I had conceived our daughter the night Noah gave me my engagement ring.

  His mother’s ring.

  That night will be forever etched in my mind, its perfection so blindingly glorious in every way. He had offered the precious diamond to me as well as his heart, his everything. He belonged to me, and I belonged to him.

  Surrounded by the walls of my dream cottage—the house I’d secretly coveted as a child—our life had begun anew. We’d whispered our desires and our dreams, and yeah, we’d made love like there was no tomorrow. It was hot. It was magical. It was perfect.

  He had told me that night that he wanted lots and lots of babies. And I was more than happy to oblige. Scarlett was the first of many more to come.

  Yes, she was spoiled. She had everything imaginable—clothes, toys, books—and lacked for nothing. But more important than all of those materialistic things, she was loved. Loved by people who doted on her every whim, every fancy.

  She had almond-shaped eyes the color of precious sapphires framed by lush dark eyelashes. Creamy soft skin to sprinkle our kisses on, thick chocolate ringlets that begged to be brushed and adorned with bows and ribbons, and a smile that could make the masses bow at her feet. We were all under her spell from the moment she took her very first breath.

  But Scarlett was a daddy’s girl through and through.

  Don’t get me wrong—she loved her mommy, but Daddy was the hero in her book. She was wrapped around his little finger, and he was wrapped equally as tight around hers. So was my father, Mack. I couldn’t even begin to tell you about the jealousy that raged between those two over her attentions. Mack was her Pappy and threatened to sue for grandparent visitation rights one weekend when Noah had “thoughtlessly” planned to take Scarlett to the same toy store that he wanted to take her to without first checking with him to see if he ever had any intentions of doing so.

  Confusing? Yeah, I thought so, too.

  It was ridiculous how they fought over the child. Always trying to one-up each other in the gifts they bestowed upon her or places they took her. I was pretty sure Mack would even have taken out a second mortgage on my childhood home in an attempt to keep up with Noah’s abundant wealth.

  Eventually the rest of our family and I had decided an intervention was in order. That had been a week ago. I mean, seriously, Scarlett had enough love in her tiny, fist-sized heart to go around, and it wasn’t fair for them to constantly put her in the middle. Auntie Dez, Gammy, Aunt Polly, and I had left with her for the week to go visit Aunt Lexi and Uncle Brad in New York, leaving Daddy and Pappy to stew at home by themselves. They’d needed the time-out.

  The week we’d spent in New York was fun, but I’d missed my husband. And, okay, I’d missed his many assets as well. I wasn’t talking about his ridiculous fortune, either. Loaded down with yet more goodies for Scarlett and a new wardrobe for myself—Polly, Dez, and Lexi; need I say more?—we headed home.

  By the time we returned, Noah and my father had bonded through their mutual misery over Scarlett’s absence. As for me, what was I? Chopped liver?

  But my pique lasted just a few moments. After a brief greeting and many repetitions of Daddy missed you so much, Mack swiped Scarlett from my arms and ushered my mother out the door. She was theirs for the weekend.

  And I was Noah’s.

  No sooner had the door closed than I found my back pinned against it and a very eager husband pressed against the length of my body with his hands flattened out nex
t to my head. His face was only inches from mine and I could feel the warmth of his breath as it fanned out over my face. Slowly his lips came closer to mine.

  “Don’t ever fucking do that to me again,” he said, and then his lips were on mine, fierce and demanding.

  He wasn’t angry, not in the least bit. Just really, really horny and desperate for some release.

  Um, yeah. Me too.

  “I missed you so fucking much,” he mumbled into my skin as he directed his attention to my neck.

  The Cooch agreed. She’d missed him as well. In fact, I distinctly heard the sounds of some sort of bonchickawahwah music playing in the recesses of my mind. She was blowing the dust off her knee-high red leather boots and blue unitard, stopping momentarily to contemplate Noah’s black tie and those black wraparound heels we knew he was particularly fond of.

  As if it mattered in the least.

  His hand was under my skirt, cupping my already drenched center. His fingers stroked and probed as only those of a skilled King of Fingerfuck could. The other hand was kneading my breast, rolling the hardened nipple between his thumb and finger. And that colossal cock was grinding against my hip.

  The Cooch gave him a finger curl and a sultry whisper: Hey there, big boy. Why don’t you come on over here and we can talk about the first thing that pops up?

  Double Agent Coochie was most definitely a hoochie.

  As for me, on the other hand, I decided to play hard to get. During my pregnancy with Scarlett, our sex life had become somewhat vanilla. All because Noah was worried he’d hurt the baby or me somehow.

  Anyway, once she was born, it just sort of remained that way out of habit, only there was less of it. Sure, we had stolen quickies and rushed releases in the shower, and none of which was any less mind-blowing, but that raging inferno of lust that we had shared at the beginning of our relationship had dimmed to a slow burn. I wasn’t complaining, but I missed the tit for tat, the challenge, the part where one of us said, Let me get you real good and pissed off and then fuck the shit out of you so that you remember who owns you.