by Tyla Walker
“That will work, Sonya,” agrees Shea, “However, if you look at the sketches in this orientation, you might find that my original plan might match the theme more.”
Holy crap, she even has the guts to question my proposals.
“Really, but if…No, you’re absolutely correct,” I comment, “Damn girl, your attention to detail is as fine as a…”
“Don’t you be cursin’ up in here, Sonya,” Shea interrupts.
We both laugh like the ex-ghetto professionals that we are.
“Oh, you are such a wonder, girl,” I compliment, “In fact, I think you’re so good, I’m thinking of offering you a job.”
Shea bows, “I am honored, Sonya. Although I have the utmost confidence in my abilities, I believe it’s only proper that you offer me that job AFTER the wedding. You ain’t seen nothing yet of what this dynamite can do.”
I laugh again, “I love it, the complete confidence in you. Very well, you have all of the details of my specifics for the wedding. I’m giving you free rein on the implementation.”
“Excuse me?” Shea asks.
“You heard me right, girl. I’ll no longer be micro-managing your work,” I confidently reply.
“I won’t let you down, Sonya,” replies Shea.
“I have the utmost confidence that you won’t,” I say as I shake her hands, “Now, I’ll be seeing you at the wedding.”
As soon as Shea leaves and with Lauralee at my mother’s, I take a small stroll down at the garden, just behind our wedding ceremony’s venue, and take in all the fresh air and greenery nature provides.
Garden is quite the misnomer, though. The place is almost a forest with walls and fences surrounding the almost kilometer square wide lot. They even have this magnificent mini-waterfall in the middle of it all, where tens of small koi swim in its translucent waters.
While I’m admiring the view, two large hands suddenly grab my waist from behind.
“Boo!” a familiar voice whispers in my ear.
“Grant!” I yell, “You scared me, I thought you were some hoodlum!”
Grant embraces me from behind, not really letting me slap him for scaring the living daylights out of me. He kisses my neck gently as if apologizing for sneaking up on me.
“No one’s crazy enough to do anything reckless here, love,” he explains, “This place is one of the most secure places on earth. Look, there’s cameras everywhere.”
As Grant points out, camouflaged cameras with red lights are situated throughout the trees and other high places in the area.
“See? Secure. I’d never let anything happen to Lauralee nor you. I don’t think I’ll be live with myself, honey.”
“Ohhh, you,” I moan, getting weaker and weaker by each of his sensual touches as his hands massage all of my erogenous zones, “All right, you are forgiven.”
I can feel his lips form a smile as he kisses my neck. I can’t believe I’m already dripping wet. Do I really enjoy being watched while getting fondled?
“But you know, say a guy would know this ridiculously industrious girl named Shea…” Grant whispers.
I quickly turn around and face Grant, “Oh no, what did you do?”
“Nothing! Nothing!” Grant defends, “I just asked her if she knew anyone who might know how to turn off the cameras on a particularly romantic part of the area.”
“You didn’t…”
“Oh, you betcha, I did,” Grant says, “Wave over to her for me.” Grant then waves to someone up on the third floor of the building. I see the silhouette of a woman who waves back, and within seconds, I see that the red lights on top of the cameras suddenly turned off.
“That’s my cue,” says Grant as he lifts me up and jumps on the pool right beneath the mini-waterfall.
“You idiot!” I complain in my now wet clothes as I come up the surface while Grant laughs it off. He corners me into the shallow part of the pool and pulls me close.
“You make me an idiot for your love, Sonya,” he says before once again kissing my neck.
I laugh at the audacity in his words, “I guess that makes the two of us,” I say as I embrace him, savoring his sweet kisses.
I push him back for a bit and run towards the waterfall, removing my clothes piece by piece and throwing them ashore, leaving me only in my bra and panties. I can see Grant pursuing me, removing his clothes piece by piece until only his boxers remain.
“Think you can run away from me?” Grant asks as he catches me under the waterfall.
“Silly, I let you catch up to me.” I wrap my arms around Grant and kiss his wonderful jawline.
He looks around before speaking, “This waterfall does make quite the love nest. It’s got a great cover and you can scream all you want.”
I smile and nod before kissing him firmly on his lips. He kisses back and pins me on the tiled wall. Underneath the water, his bulge is already rubbing my crotch. I quickly take off my panties and wrap my legs around his waist. Our kisses grow deep with each of his thrust on my bare cunt.
“Take it off,” I command. Grant smiles before stopping and removing his remaining piece of clothing. But he doesn’t stop there. Without any warning, he penetrates me deep and hard. I scream, covering my mouth.
“Fuck!” I whisper, giving a stony stare at Grant. But he merely smiles and slowly continues to move his gigantic cock in and out of me. The pleasure drowns out the pain as my body shivers in delicious pleasure.
Grant is hitting all the right spots in me, what’s worse is that aside from making me feel good, I’m enjoying the sight of him making a mess of my insides. He smiles as I bounce up and down on the water while I hang on for dear life on his shoulders and neck.
“Fuck, yes, Grant!” I scream loud as I cum for the nth time. Hearing this, Grant turns me around, while his rock-hard cock is inside me, and rams me from behind as he kisses my neck.
“God, I love your ass,” he moans.
“Not as much as I love your cock inside me,” I say as I reach behind for his huge butt, pulling it closer to me with each thrust of his hips. Grants hands wander all over my erect nipples, and I shout again from shock.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” asks an old man with a rough Mexican accent, “I heard screams, and I’m here to help.”
“Crap,” whispers Grant before he stops, “Must be the gardener.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” I condescend. Grant smiles and puts his hand around my mouth.
“Shhh,” says Grant. But then he starts moving his hips, sending waves of orgasmic pleasure to my body.
“Hellooo,” cries the gardener again, his steps growing closer and closer to where Grant and I are. But Grant does not stop at all. In fact, he devilishly fucks me with hard and sudden thrusts to my dripping wet pussy. Without being able to say anything, I dig my nails deep unto his skin, hoping to take some of the sexual tension in my body as Grant continues to fuck me silly underneath the waterfall.
“Fuck, you’re getting tighter, Sonya,” Grant whispers. Of course, I am, I’m getting scared this old man is going to find out about us. We might even get banned from using this place for our wedding.
But I could only say those words in my mind, for I can’t resist Grant’s love and desires. Though I’m never going to say it, I’m enjoying the sex we’re having underneath the waterfall. The threat of getting found out is only making it better.
“Huh, looks like something’s spooking the fish,” says the gardener. My heart is pounding as the gardener stops by the pool. But our lovemaking is reaching its climax. Grant can’t stop, and I won’t even let him if he begged.
“I’m about to cum,” Grant whispers. I nod to him, almost reaching my peak as well. I couldn’t care less anymore if we get found out.
“Huh?” says the gardener as I hear him walk closer and closer to the waterfall.
“I’m cumming!” Grant whispers as I feel his cock unload his hot love inside of me.
“Fuck!” I accidentally scream before Grant can cover my mouth
.
“Meow!” I hear a cat bellow above us
“Dios Mio! So, that’s why the fish have been scared. It’s you again, Gato Demonyo. Come here you darn cat!” shouts the gardener as I hear the cat jump towards the forest ground and into some bushes. The gardener’s footsteps also disappear into the forest.
Grant and I laugh as we hug each other, a huge weight finally off our chest.
“Saved by the cat,” Grant jokes.
I slap him playfully on the arm as we got out of the pool and collected our clothes.
Thirty-Two
Grant
I wake up from a tickling sensation on my face. It smells heavenly, though. I open my eyes and notice a mass of blue-black hair. A slow and satisfied smile makes its way to my face. I kiss her head softly before getting out of bed, careful not to wake her.
I take a better look at my soon to be wife. Her angelic features are even more pronounced as she lays there, sleeping peacefully. Her lips are slightly parted, her expression light and without a care in the world. It's breathtakingly beautiful. It isn't at all difficult to imagine that this is the woman that I'll be spending the rest of my days with. I'll spend every day waking up right next to this glorious specimen of a human being.
A lazy smile stretches across my face as I imagine our daily lives together as a family. I must look like an idiot, but I find myself not caring at all. My heart beats with excitement, eager to get to the next chapter of our lives. How did I get so lucky?
I make my way towards the kitchen, wanting to prepare Sonya a little breakfast in bed when I notice Lauralee watching some television in the living room.
"Good morning!" I exclaim, picking her up to give her a kiss on the forehead.
She giggles, looking pleased with the attention that I'm giving her.
"Good morning, Daddy," she says.
"You're up early," I state.
She looks at me with a puzzled expression.
"But it's almost ten am," she replies, still looking bewildered.
My eyes widen in surprise. I hit myself on the forehead. I still have an interview with Financial Times at 11 o'clock. I need to hurry.
"How would you like to help me prepare some brunch for your mommy?" I ask.
"Yes, please!" she exclaims excitedly.
I chuckle, carrying her with me to the kitchen.
We prepare some French toast and an omelet. Lauralee takes the time to make everything look presentable. After the preparations, I carry the tray to Sonya, Lauralee padding along beside me, bouncing up and down excitedly at the thought of surprising her mother.
As soon as I enter, I'm greeted by the sight of my future wife, stretching that sexy body of hers on the bed, brushing the sleep off her eyes. My mouth turns dry, and my dick hardens. I'm definitely fucking her brains out tonight.
Lauralee jumps on the bed, hugging her mother lovingly.
"We made you some food. I designed everything myself," she says, looking proud.
Sonya chuckles, cupping Lauralee's face with her hands. She kisses her forehead.
"Thank you, sweetie," she says, her voice still husky from just waking up.
She then shifts focus to me, and the tray of food that I'm bringing.
I'm still in my boxers, so she can probably make out the outline of my dick that's already hard for her.
Her eyes darken as she roams her eyes all over my body. I can feel my muscles tighten, wanting to pounce on her already.
I place the tray on the bed and kiss her softly on the lips, lingering a bit longer than usual.
"Good morning," I say, still slightly breathless from the sight of her.
"Good morning," she replies with a warm and tender smile.
I honestly can't wait to spoil these two. I'll treat Sonya as my queen, and Lauralee as my princess.
Sonya takes a bite of the French toast and moans, syrup dripping from the side of her mouth. My eyes trail down her mouth, following the syrup's path. I lick my lips, wanting to just kiss the fuck out of her.
I lean in closer, running my tongue along the side of her mouth. Her eyes widen from the suddenness of my action. She looks at Lauralee, who's busy taking a bite of some omelet.
She gives me a reproachful look, shifting her eyes from me to Lauralee as if trying to tell me to behave when Lauralee is around.
I chuckle, holding my hands up in surrender. She's the boss. I honestly just couldn't help it and forgot myself a while ago. She isn't exactly making it any easier, looking as hot as fuck.
"Don't you have an interview today?" she asks, looking concerned once she notices the time.
I nod.
"Don't worry about it. You're still my priority." I tell her.
"You both are," I add, looking at Lauralee fondly.
Sonya kisses me on the cheek.
"Thank you," she whispers sweetly to my ear.
It's like we're in our own little world, and I love it. A couple of seconds later, we're taken back to reality by Lauralee, clearing her throat loudly to get our attention.
We chuckle as we pull apart, and focus our attention on Lauralee, who has a teasing smile on her face.
"You guys are so in love," she says smugly.
We all laugh from her comment. She's such an adorable kid.
We finish our meal, and Lauralee goes back downstairs to watch some more television.
"Are you going to work today? You should take the day off. It's almost our wedding," I tell her.
She shakes her head.
"No, it's fine. The wedding preparation is going well. The company, however, still needs some work," she reasons.
With Sonya and me at the helm, we've made some changes to the company that we believe would triple our profits. The changes are subtle, but little by little, we're taking steps to improve the company that my mother trusted us with. We won't let her down.
"My soon to be wife, ever the dedicated woman. I love it," I say to her fondly.
She moves her face closer, and we kiss. Her lips feel so perfect. I can't help but run my tongue along the outline. My tongue asks for entrance, and she obliges immediately. The moment our tongues meet, we moan simultaneously. I feel myself get hotter, ready to make sweet love with her, but she pushes me gently.
I reluctantly pull away. With a look of confusion, I ask her what's wrong.
"Later. You'll be late for the interview," she says, getting up from the bed.
I let out a sigh of disappointment.
"You're right," I agree, although not liking the fact that I must hold myself back from ravishing my gorgeous wife, for the time being.
"Instead, how about we shower together?" I say mischievously, hoping that she'll take the bait.
She shakes her head, giving me a reproachful look.
"You know that we're not just going to shower once that happens," she says, walking out of the room.
"You better get ready tonight!" I shout, knowing full well that she'll hear me. Because tonight, it is on. I'm going to fuck her so good, she'll be screaming my name over and over until she passes out.
I get in the shower, alone, so that I can get ready for my interview. I decide to wear one of my usual business attires since the interview is going to be at my office.
I walk out of the room to get to my car. And by the fates, Sonya comes out from one of the bathrooms, clad only in a skimpy white towel. My mouth hangs open in awe at her beauty. Water is still dripping down her skin, and I just want to lick her all over.
She looks at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"I'll be waiting for you to come home tonight," she says teasingly.
I glare at her. My dick is already hard, and it is straining to break free from my pants.
"You better watch yourself when I get home," I say, my voice husky from arousal.
She smiles, tauntingly before walking away. My eyes follow her as she walks away sensually. After a few steps, she drops her towel, giving me a wonderful view of her backside. I clench my
jaw, trying to control how horny I'm getting.
I hurry to my car, not trusting myself to be alone with Sonya for more than a minute. That little minx!
I arrive at my office. Financial Times has already got their equipment set up. I notice a woman, who looks to be in her thirties, walk closer to me with a huge smile on her face.
"Grant Fields, the man of the hour. It is so good to meet you. I'm Katherine Prince. I'll be the one to interview you," she says, extending her hand for me to shake.
I give her one of my most charming smiles and give her hand a brief shake.
"It's good to meet you too, Ms. Prince," I reply.
"Oh, please, call me Katherine," she says with an easy-going smile on her face.
"Then, I insist that you call me Grant." I return.
We take a seat on the couch, ready to commence with the interview.
The cameramen get to work, taking pictures of us while we talk.
"Grant, tell us, as one of the most well sought out playboys of the United States, how does it feel to be finally settling down?" Katherine asks.
"It feels amazing. It's like I've finally found my other half. I love Sonya, and that includes her daughter, Lauralee," I say, surprising myself at how easy it is for me to say such mushy things.
"She must be an extraordinary woman to get you to settle down," she comments.
I nod.
"She's extraordinary, indeed. As much of a lost cause I had thought of myself with regards to relationships, meeting her has set me straight. Maybe that's all it takes, meeting the right woman," I say confidently.
"Wow! I bet she's the envy of every woman in this country," she jokes.
I shake my head.
"I'm the lucky one," I say.
I can't believe how cheesy I am with this interview, but those are my most honest thoughts. I didn't even have to think of those answers because it's like they're already at the forefront of my mind.
The interview eventually ends. Katherine looks so pleased, she thanks me again for agreeing to the interview. I'm not going to lie, though. I'm a little embarrassed about revealing my soft side to the country, but it all worked out for the best.
