“Fuck…” he groaned, sliding one finger between my folds again, feeling just how wet I was for him.
My core ached, wanting all of him inside all of me, and I felt like I was on a rollercoaster in a thunderstorm. The feelings were so much, so intense. I wanted Jacob so badly that I thought I might explode if I didn’t have him now, and my desire sent me spiraling out of control as I writhed beneath him.
Heated sensation filled me as he finally eased himself inside me. I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning loudly as I stretched to receive him, my eyes opening wide as he began to pump his hips. My own hips bucked against him, drawing him deeper into me, and he kept up his rhythm as my control began to slip. My breaths came out in short little gasps at each thrust, and he slid a hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming and moaning loudly enough to worry Tommy as he began to move faster, harder, needing more of me.
He raised himself on one elbow, pinched my nipple between a thumb and forefinger. I cried out at the added sensation, but the sound was muffled by the hand over my mouth.
“Turn over, Vanessa,” Jacob murmured into my ear, pulling out for a second.
I obliged, letting him flip me over, pulling me by the waist to my knees. I arched my back, and his cock slid inside me once more. He reached one hand around from behind to hold me, and his other hand covered my mouth again, silencing my moans and whimpers as he pushed into me from behind, even harder, losing control as he fucked me with wild abandon.
I moved back onto his length, writhing, rearing to meet him, thrust after thrust. My walls were beginning to contract around his thickness, and I began to pant against his hand as I felt another gush of desire coat his cock.
Jacob moved the hand that had been supporting me onto my ass, giving me a teasing slap, and then one finger slowly slid up the crack between my cheeks, tickling and stroking every inch of me. My eyes widened as I felt the finger circle my asshole again, and then it slowly dipped inside me, using my gushing juices as lubricant. He pumped the finger in and out of my tight ass as his cock filled my pussy, over and over, and the intensity of the orgasm that hit me after that nearly made me scream.
“I want you to fuck me there,” I said, finally pulling away from his hand and turning my head over my shoulder. “I want to try anal.”
I saw his eyebrows shoot up. “You want me to fuck your ass? You think you’re ready for that, dirty girl?”
I nodded as more and more wetness flooded between my legs. I’d never done it before—unless you counted having the toy in there the other day—but I’d also never wanted something so badly. “Yes,” I whispered. “Please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. We’ll need lube for that,” he said. “Give me a minute.”
He pulled out of my pussy and headed into his bathroom, and then he returned, a lustful gleam in his eyes as he held up a bottle of lube. He spread some over his cock, and then he rubbed a bit over my tight hole, making me murmur with pleasure as his finger slipped inside again. This was so dirty, so wrong, and yet it felt incredible. I’d never had any idea it could be like this.
I sighed with pleasure as I felt the head of his cock press against me a moment later, and Jacob’s hand covered my mouth again so that I wouldn’t scream too loud. “Just tell me if I hurt you, baby girl,” he whispered.
I nodded, and I knew he was just as turned on as I was by my submission to him, letting him fill my most forbidden hole, my surrender to him so complete. He held me tightly as his cock slowly pressed inside, just the tip, and I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to relax as I felt him stretching me. His mouth was on my neck, his head bent, and he sucked and kissed on my soft skin as he slid deeper.
I thought it would hurt badly at first, but I was wrong. There was an initial sharp pain as he opened me up, but that quickly gave way to the warm pleasure that was streaming through my system, just like what had happened when I played with the bath toy that day. I moved one hand between my legs to rub my clit as he slowly pumped in and out of my asshole, and soon I was gasping against his hand as another climax began to build within me, making my toes curl and my legs shake.
“Fuck…your ass feels so good,” he grunted as he slid home, his cock throbbing inside me as he came.
“Yes, daddy,” I gasped in response. “Fuck my ass.”
I needed another orgasm like I needed oxygen in my lungs, and with a few more pushes, my mind was almost lost in another flurry of bliss and warmth. My breathing turned ragged and uneven as Jacob moved one hand down between my legs, replacing my own and rubbing his fingers in expert circles over my clit.
He held me in place as the spasms took me, seemingly right out of my body and onto another plane of existence where only pleasure existed, and then he groaned, making one more thrust inside me before surrendering to his own orgasm. He pulled out of me a moment later, collapsing next to me, and he pulled me next to him and held me. I was still breathing hard, unable to believe what we’d just done, and how close we could’ve come to being caught if anyone else had woken up.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I, baby girl?” he asked.
I smiled. “I’m fine. I liked it.”
“Christ, you’re wonderful.”
“So are you.”
He leaned up on his elbows. “We better go check on Tommy and his cartoons. Although…” He glanced at his watch. “I think we could get away with a couple more minutes of snuggles.”
I smiled and settled in closer to his body as he squeezed me tight.
Somehow, despite all the crap we’d both gone through in the last few months, I knew we were going to be fine.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jacob
3.5 years later
“Uncle Jake! Help!”
I looked down my nose through my sunglasses and grinned as I saw Tommy getting splashed in the pool by Vanessa during their morning swim. “You can’t let her win, Tommy!” I called out. “Splash her back!”
Vanessa stuck her tongue out at me and launched some water toward the deckchair I was reclining on, and I laughed and ducked away, barely missing the cold chlorinated spray. They resumed their splashing game a few seconds later, and I put down my book and sighed with contentment, watching the world around me and considering everything that’d happened in my life so far.
Everything was great, to be honest. A lot had changed since I met Vanessa, but I wouldn’t swap any of it for the world. I’d stepped down as CEO to my company years ago now, and while I was still the owner and involved in a small way—and also with my other business ventures, like the football team—I didn’t work anywhere near as much as I used to. And why should I? The point of working was to make enough money to support your family and be happy, and I’d made enough a hundred times over. So why not take some time to spend with my family now that I had that?
Tommy and Vanessa were my whole world, and they were worth every second.
Tommy had learned of my relationship with Vanessa after the whole media scandal erupted nearly four years ago, but he’d never reacted badly. He’d been so young at the time that he’d mostly been clueless, but he hadn’t minded when we sat him down and explained it to him. He’d simply been thrilled that his favorite nanny was going to be in his life permanently.
As for Vanessa, she’d recently managed to complete her degree an entire semester early, simply by taking on a bigger course load at college. She’d worked so hard for it, and I’d never been prouder of her than I was on the day I watched her graduate.
I’d been worried that our sex scandal would follow her into the future and make it difficult for her to score a teaching job, but luckily that hadn’t happened. The furor around our relationship had mostly been extinguished when all the other drama with Greg and Vanessa’s dad had occurred. The media had caught wind of the fact that I’d been there to stop Daryl from hurting Vanessa, and they’d gone crazy over the fact that I’d ‘rescued’ her. That made them all start viewing our relationship as more of a romantic fairytale t
han the ‘creepy’ relationship they’d once viewed it as, and although it annoyed me that anyone felt they had the right to comment on my relationship, I was pleased that they were at least saying positive things about us now. Vanessa had even been offered an amazing job straight out of college—she now worked at a special tutoring center for underprivileged kids.
It was amazing to see her passion and dedication to the kids she taught. I knew they reminded her of herself and her upbringing, and it made her feel complete and happy to know that she was reaching them the same way her own teachers had once reached her.
She was also still best friends with Emma, who had totally come round to our relationship and was now often here to visit. She was a warm and caring girl, and I knew she’d only ever been looking out for Vanessa. I was glad that my little girl had great long-term friends; it was more than some people could say.
Like myself, for instance. I’d once thought Greg was my best friend, and after finding out that he’d betrayed me in the manner he had, I felt shitty for a while, like it would always be difficult for me to trust new people. But all I had to do to get over that was look at Vanessa. Having someone like her in my life made me realize that there were still people I could trust, and they were everywhere. And as for the people I didn’t trust most in the world—Greg and Daryl—they both happened to be locked up in the same prison upstate after the respective crimes they’d committed. They both deserved it for what they’d done; especially Vanessa’s father.
As I watched Vanessa continue to play with Tommy in the pool, a slow smile spread across my face as I thought about the little red velvet jewelry box I had stashed in a drawer upstairs. It was in a spare room she had no reason to ever go into, so there was no way she’d see it until the moment was right. But hell, every moment was right when it came to her. So maybe tonight would be the night.
I couldn’t wait to make Vanessa Ryan mine forever.
Chapter Thirty
Vanessa
“This is beautiful,” I said breathily as I stepped out onto the terrace outside the east wing of Jacob’s house. Our house, really, now that I’d been living here for over three and a half years.
Tommy was out at a friend’s birthday party tonight, so we had the house to ourselves at the moment. Jacob had decorated a table outside with flowers and candles, and he’d strewn little white and yellow fairy lights all through the terrace railing. The terrace itself overlooked the pool, which he’d filled with floating candles.
“I’m glad you like it,” Jacob said, slipping an arm around me. “I’ve even made your favorite dinner.”
I smiled at him. “What’s the occasion?” I asked. “God, I didn’t forget my own birthday again, did I? Like I did last year.”
He chuckled. “No, you didn’t. Come, sit down.”
I noticed that he’d avoided fully answering my question, and my pulse picked up a little. Could this mean….no, I needed to calm down and stop jumping to conclusions.
We began to eat—a red wine and beef stew that I discovered I loved a few years ago—and we talked about everything that was happening in our lives at the moment. My job, my friends, my plans for the future. A future that would always include Jacob. I was excited to have begun my career at the tutoring center, and I knew I had many years of fulfilling work to look forward to. I knew I didn’t need to work (Jacob had more than enough money to support us ten times over) but I wanted to. I loved what I did, and I knew Jacob loved that I loved it.
My career wasn’t the only important thing in my life, though. Of course not. My family was the most important thing to me. Jacob and Tommy. I couldn’t wait to make that family a little bigger by giving Jacob a baby one day.
Maybe even more than one baby.
We didn’t do our daddy play stuff as much as we used to—we both enjoyed vanilla sex just as much as the kinkier stuff—but we definitely had enough moments in the bedroom to ensure a pregnancy if that’s what we decided we both wanted. I wasn’t sure we’d ever get tired of exploring each other’s bodies and our sexuality.
Jacob popped open a bottle of champagne, and I giggled as he poured some into a glass for me. “Seriously, what are we celebrating?” I asked.
“Us,” he said simply, passing me a champagne flute. I took a sip, and he went on. “You’re incredible, Vanessa. I hope you know how much I love you.”
I gave him a shy smile. “Of course I do. And you know I love you too.”
He nodded. “I know we had a hard start," he said. "Everything that happened with your father, and all the media stuff that surrounded us when we first met...we can’t change the past, unfortunately. But I hope I'm helping you move on from it.”
“You are,” I said with a nod. It still stung to think about how my mother had died, but knowing that we got her some justice helped me let go of the pain just a little. My father would never get out of prison for what he’d done to her. “And I hope I do the same for you. I know it was hard when Greg screwed you over.”
He smiled gently. “Just having you in my life is enough to help me let go of any issues.”
He suddenly stood up, and then he kneeled next to me on the tiled terrace floor.
"What...what are you doing?" I asked, my eyes widening.
"Vanessa," he began, pulling out a crimson ring box from his pocket.
"Wait," I gasped, unable to believe this was really happening. "What are you...”
He grinned and held up a hand. “Let me talk, baby girl.”
I held my hand over my mouth, completely dumbfounded.
"Vanessa," he said. "I want to make you mine. Officially. I want the whole world to know you belong to me. I want to marry you. I want you to have my children. I want to be with you forever.”
"Jacob…” I whispered.
"Will you marry me?" he asked, his wonderful voice deep and confident.
"Oh my god!” I cried, tears of joy springing to my eyes. "Yes, yes. Of course I will!"
He opened the box and slid the ring onto my finger, the beautiful diamond sparkling on my hand as it drew the light from the candles around us. Jacob grinned and stood up, lifting me off my chair and into his arms.
"I love you," he murmured against the shell of my ear as he twirled me across the terrace.”
“I love you too,” I promised. “More than anything.”
Then we kissed, and it seemed like an eternity went by with us lost in each other’s lips; lost in our embrace. When Jacob finally drew back, he stared down at me with pure love and lust radiating from his gaze, and I grinned from ear to ear. My cheeks felt like they were on fire with excitement.
“You’re all pink,” Jacob said, gently touching my face with one finger. “And you’re grinning like the Cheshire Cat.”
“Hmm, I wonder why?” I said jokingly.
He chuckled. “Yes, I wonder too. What’s made my girl so happy?” he replied, playing along with the little joke.
I gave him a quick peck on the lips again, and then I drew back and flashed him a smile. “Let’s just say,” I began in a teasing tone. “I got it from my daddy…”
THE END
WRONG
(A Bad Boy Romance)
by Caitlin Daire
Chapter One
Jacob
“It’s just wrong. It’s so, so wrong, man.”
My best friend Chris was harping on to one of his colleagues about one injustice or another, and I turned my attention back to my phone, sighing with boredom as I scrolled through the latest tabloid bullshit about me that was making the rounds on the internet. I’d come to Chris’ office building to meet up with him after work—he was an accountant—so we could go and grab a beer, but he presently seemed more interested in gossiping with his co-worker.
I grinned as I spied an article on my phone about my current sex life. Apparently I was having regular threesomes with a blonde swimsuit model and the leggy redheaded host of Saturday Night Social. Well, that was the first I’d heard of that happening, but hell�
��rumors like that were great for me. They bolstered the scandalous reputation my agent had worked long and hard to build for me, and they also helped cover up other certain things about my existence which I didn’t want the media finding out about.
Or anyone, for that matter.
“How can she get away with this?” Chris said from his cubicle, still going on about whatever issue his colleague had brought to him. “Jake, get in here and listen to this.”
“I thought we were going for a drink,” I replied, lazily making my way into his cubicle and lighting a cigarette as I did so.
“We are, but you gotta hear this shit first,” he said before gesturing to my smoke. “No smoking in here. What the hell, Jake? It’s not the fucking sixties.”
I shrugged and put out the cigarette before tossing it into his wastebasket. Whatever. I’d been planning on quitting for the last year or so anyway. May as well make it today. I tossed the rest of my packet in the wastebasket too, and I tried not to sound bored as I glanced at Chris’ colleague. “Okay, I’ll bite. So what’s this big story?”
“My ex,” he said, running a hand through his thinning brown hair. “Shit, I just realized. You’re Jacob Archer. I’m James. I love your show.”
“Thanks,” I said with a brisk nod. I was used to hearing that. Too used to it. Everyone loved the show I’d been starring on for the last year—a medical drama called Code Grey—but I wanted to branch out of TV and do more movies. I’d done a couple in the past, but neither of them were major blockbuster successes, so that was my next mission, and I’d been doing a lot of auditions and screen tests lately. “Go on.”
“Well, my ex-girlfriend Nora…man, where do I even begin? I was just telling Chris what she did last night. Oh, and everything else she did during our relationship, as I recently found out.”
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