by Vivien Vale
She places hers in mine, and I guide it to my dick, which is currently at half-mast. I wrap it around my thickness. It’s a little cool, but it feels so damn good. Better than any other woman’s—and that’s saying something.
“Stroke it, like this.” I envelop her hand with mine and start moving it back and forth. “Hold it a little firmer. Ah! Not that firm!”
I pull back a little as she clamps her fingers around me. “You’re not milking Bessie here, sweetie.” I chuckle.
Though there will be milk coming. Lots of it.
She’s a little overeager, but I admire her fucking tenacity. I revel in the sensation of her hand on me as I thrust my hips slowly to meet her with each stroke.
“Now lick the tip.” I thread my fingers through her hair and draw her mouth right up to my cock. She flicks her tongue against me, and her eyes meet mine as she sensually circles my head.
“June…” Her name escapes from my lips in a grunt. She’s barely started, and I’m already laced with excitement. “Put it in your mouth.”
I tighten my grip on her hair and push into her mouth slowly. It’s just the tip, but it feels so fucking good.
“Suck it.”
She does, hesitantly at first, but my moans are obviously fueling her on. She takes more in as I thrust to meet her mouth.
“Use your tongue, too. Slide it up and down as you suck. Ahhh, yeah, like that.” I throw my head back at the sensation and grip her hair tighter. Her mouth is hot, and she’s sucking my cock with just the right amount of pressure.
I wrap my other hand around the back of her head and pick up the pace, letting out guttural groans as my cock hits the back of her throat.
The tension is building. I’m nearly ready to fucking explode—she’s that fucking good, a real natural. I’m tempted to come in her mouth and cover her tits, but there will be plenty of time for that later. Instead, I abruptly pull out and take a step back.
Her lips are wet and glistening, her eyes hazy. It’s a sultry yet questioning look, one that drives me nearly out of my mind. She reaches for my cock again, but I grab her shoulders and pull her up.
“No, not yet. When I cum, it’s going to be deep inside your pussy. It’s time to make a fucking baby.”
Chapter 14
June
Carter’s hands wrap around my waist. They’re so big that his fingertips nearly meet in the middle and so strong that he can lift me up like I weigh nothing at all.
“What do you want?” he growls.
“Kiss me,” I gasp.
He places me on top of his desk and does just that. His hands move from my waist to my throat, cradling my jaw as his lips clash against mine again.
It takes the air right out of my lungs, being kissed like that. It’s like being kicked by a mule and somehow liking it.
Carter Abraham kisses the same way he does everything else: with every ration of his energy and every ounce of his focus. In the business world, this is how he dominates his opposition: by giving it everything he’s got and leaving nothing on the table.
Here in his office tonight, that’s exactly how he dominates me.
I want him every bit as much as he wants me.
Maybe even more so.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Running my hands over his chiseled chest and abs, I let my fingers do the walking, tracing the hard lines of his Adonis belt.
He’s relentless, kissing me with reckless abandon, like he can’t stand to part for even a single moment. His hand finds my nipple, tugging it between his fingers.
“Ah!” I throw my head back at the pleasurable stinging sensation. He gropes my breast, squeezing it gently, then firmly massaging it. I’m on sensation overload, but I love every minute of it. I grab his cock in my hand, stroking it and rubbing my thumb over the tip. It’s wet with pre-cum, a testament to just how turned-on he is right now.
“Please, Carter…I can’t wait any longer.”
I can see the palpable desire in his eyes. They’re such a deep blue, filled with intensity. It literally takes my breath away. No man has ever looked at me this way ever—with such wanting. It makes me feel like the sexiest woman on Earth.
His cock is rock hard and ready to go, I’ve made sure of that.
Me, I’m wetter than the slip-and-slide at the county fair back home. His hand glides between my legs, rubbing my clit in gentle, yet demanding circles. It’s like he’s commanding me to come.
His fingers are gentle, though. They don’t push all the way in.
His thumb strokes my clit. My body shudders uncontrollably as my juices flow over his fingers, leaking out onto his desk.
He leans down, kissing me hard. His hot tongue probes my mouth, and then he catches my bottom lip between his teeth. This is the most passionate kiss we’ve had yet. It’s deep, searching, and dare I say—full of emotion.
Two days of foreplay have led to this moment, and I would be lying if I said I’m not dying of anticipation.
Lowering me down on his desk, he glides his palms down my sides, eliciting shivers of pleasure as he does. His hands grip my hips as I feel the tip of his cock pushing against my clit. He rocks back and forth slowly, lubing his dick with my juices.
The teasing is pure torture, and I’m ready to beg for it.
“Carter…” I groan. My voice is a husky whisper.
His eyes flick to mine, and he smirks that devious smirk of his. He knows I’m at my limit. I don’t know how he’s not at his, because every single nerve ending in my body is humming with desire.
His cock is hot and thick as it rubs against me. Before I have the chance to beg for more, the unmistakable shocks of my second orgasm rock my entire body. Now my pussy’s throbbing and I need him. I need him.
Unable to take it anymore, I lift my pelvis, pushing against him and telling him wordlessly exactly what I want.
“June…” he calls my name, his voice a guttural growl. Goosebumps form on my arms from the sheer want in his eyes. Far from being scared, I’m excited for what’s coming. He leans down to kiss me as he slowly pushes himself inside.
“Oh!” I gasp against his lips.
I feel his thickness sliding in, stretching me as his cock reaches deeper and deeper still. He’s careful not to overwhelm me, taking his time and watching me closely to make sure there’s no discomfort.
There’s none. Not one single ounce of pain.
All I feel is earth-shattering pleasure like I’ve never felt it before as he fills me up.
He peppers me with gentle butterfly kisses. Then he starts moving.
Holy mother of…
I throw my head back, abandoning all thoughts in favor of just feeling him. His thrusts are slow at first, steadily building up momentum.
With each thrust, he stretches me a little more. Gosh, I had no idea how tight my own pussy is and how massive his cock is.
He alternates his pacing. Slow and gentle thrusts give way to harder, rougher movements that bring on orgasm after orgasm. I can tell he’s struggling to maintain self-control as my pussy clenches down on his cock. His eyes are wild, like the rough sea waters of the Arctic in the midst of a storm.
I can feel the walls of my pussy milking him for all he’s worth.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers in my ear, before nipping on my lobe. His tongue never stops, sliding down my neck before he sucks hard on my chest.
“Ah! Carter!”
“You’re mine, June.”
It’s neither a question nor a demand. It’s a simple fact. I nod, not trusting my voice.
He puts my leg on his shoulder so he can thrust his cock deeper. I wrap my hands around his back, urging him on. My nails dig into his flesh as he gets rougher. I can feel him getting bigger and hotter inside me, his body tensing up as the pleasure overtakes him.
“June!” He grabs my shoulder with one hand, while his fingers tighten on my thigh as he thrusts one last time, hard and deep, coming inside me.
I can feel his cock pulsing, and it sends me over the edge one last time. I arch my hips and cry out in pleasure, receiving all he has to offer.
Glistening with sweat and panting, Carter leans down, kissing me softly. He makes no move to pull out. Instead, he presses our foreheads together, emotion swimming in his eyes as he locks on mine.
“You okay?” he asks quietly, still trying to catch his breath.
“More than okay,” I smile at him.
And it’s true—I’ve never felt better. He’s not only made a woman out of me, but he’s also shown me just how good it feels to let yourself go.
To be free.
To experience the unbridled passion of sex.
The bliss is evident on his flushed face. His hair is disheveled, laced with sweat, and I swear it’s the sexiest I’ve seen him. My heart skips a beat, and I can feel the hot prickling of tears forming behind my eyes.
I reach up with both hands to caress his cheeks, and then I press my lips to his gingerly. It’s impossible not to be emotional at this point.
A single tear streaks out, and he gently wipes it away.
“Did I hurt you?” I can see the concern etched on his face.
“Not even a little bit. Really, I’m okay.” I smile again, and it seems as though I’ve finally convinced him.
“That was amazing.”
I chuckle, nodding my head in agreement. “It really was.”
“I’ve probably just knocked you up.”
“Good,” I smile at him. “But we should probably do that a few more times to make sure.”
Chapter 15
Carter
My chest is on fire as I claim June’s lips again. She’s trembling, shaking like a leaf. But her skin is hot, and I can taste her sweat.
The fucking taste of her—salt and sin, strawberries and wine—make me burn with desire for more.
“Give me your hands,” I tell her instead.
Even with just that one little command, I can feel her cunt clenching tighter around my cock. For a virgin, she’s a greedy little thing.
It only strengthens my belief that this is the right choice.
June offers her hands to me, and I kiss both of her palms.
There’s sweat on them, too—sweat and the scent of her.
My bride. The mother of my child.
A child that we, very possibly, just made here tonight.
I position her hands just over her cunt as, reluctantly, I withdraw from her. I move slowly now, careful not to hurt her.
When my cock is finally released from her tight heat, I press her fingers against her pussy to keep all my cum inside.
“Wouldn’t want any to leak out,” I tell her with a wolfish grin.
She smiles back, dazed from the orgasm. “It would be a terrible waste.”
For added assurance, I grab a thick stack of expense reports from my desk and shove them under her sweet little ass.
“Stay like that for a few minutes.”
“Should I put my legs up, too?” She laughs. It’s a sweet sound—sweeter, perhaps, because we’ve just had our fill of each other.
Well, maybe not. But I did get a little rough—I couldn’t fucking help myself—and she was a virgin, so I’ll give her a break.
Waiting’s going to be a fucking challenge, though. Now that I’ve had a taste of that tight pussy, you can bet your sweet ass I’ll be going back for more.
“Can’t hurt, right? Plus, the view…” It dawns on me, and I break out into a mischievous smile, that if her legs are up, her ass is out. “Yeah, go ahead and put them up.” She does, and the view is so fucking sexy I can feel the stirrings of arousal.
Woah, boy, not yet.
“How long do you think it’ll take to get pregnant?” She turns her head to follow me as I collect my boxer briefs and pants from the floor.
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m pretty fucking sure you’re getting pregnant today. It’s a done deal.”
“You sound awfully confident.”
“You would be, too, if you knew how my father is. He’s got bastard children everywhere. We’re cut from the same cloth, with cum that can get a woman pregnant simply by being near her. Might as well just start calling me sperminator.” I chuckle.
Of course, there’s another reason I’m so sure. But I’m not ready to have that conversation yet.
It might’ve happened several years ago, but it’s still fucking raw.
After I’ve zipped up my pants, I walk over to kiss her again; first on the lips, then on the forehead.
She’s beautiful, and it’s not just me basking in the afterglow. Now that we’ve fucked, she’s all mine.
Her hazel eyes search mine, really looking into me. I can almost feel them digging into the depths of my soul.
There’s an unasked question floating around those green and amber specks, but it won’t remain unasked for long.
“Just because your father has a bunch of kids doesn’t mean anything. We have studs and duds on the farm, some from the same bloodline.”
Her farm references only make her that much more endearing. “Well, honey, I’m what you call a fucking stud. Definitely not a dud.”
“You sound like you’re speaking from experience.”
That stops me in my tracks. Fuck. I meant it as a casual passing statement, but I forget just how perceptive she can be.
She senses my hesitation. “Carter?”
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to share the story with her. With her, and only her.
I brush my hair back as I slump into the executive chair. I don’t want to lie to her, so I make the decision that it was time to come clean.
“Truth is, I am. Speaking from experience. It’s not pleasant, though. Not by a long shot.”
She says nothing, but her eyes—laced with a mixture of concern and curiosity—beckon me to continue.
“It was many years ago. The first time I ever had sex, actually.“ A rueful chuckle escapes me. “Figures, right? I was so happy to get my dick wet, and instead, I got the shittiest fucking deal of my life. I didn’t even know she was pregnant. Before she told me about the baby, she aborted the pregnancy.”
A twinge of pain in my chest makes me inhale sharply. I don’t think this will ever get easier to talk about.
“She’s also an addict. She was constantly snorting cocaine, and being pregnant didn’t change that. Quite the opposite, really. She started using more often, and every time I saw her, she was in a drug-fueled haze. Then she ran off with an older man, acting like nothing ever fucking happened.
“Like that life inside of her was fucking meaningless. I mean she didn’t even tell me about it, for fuck’s sake. It was my baby, too, I had the right to know about it. Selfish fucking bitch.”
June still isn’t saying anything, but I can see the hint of tears in her eyes. They’re now shining with compassion, as if she’s internalizing my pain.
I definitely made the right choice with her. Holy shit.
“Honestly, you’re the first woman I’ve fucked since then.”
She cocks an eyebrow, disbelief written all over her face.
“It’s the truth. I didn’t want to go through all that again. The pain, the anger, the self-loathing that came with not being able to do anything about it. I wanted the baby, and it’s not something that I can easily let go of.”
“Wow.”
“…yeah. It gets worse though, if you can believe that. When she came back around, she hopped into bed with Lawrence. As if it was nothing—just another frolic in the fucking hay.”
June takes my hand into hers. “Well, I can’t fix the past, but I’m really sorry about what happened to you, and what you had to go through. All I can do is promise that this time will be different.”
“Yeah, I know. It will be,” I rub my thumb over the back of her hand.
It will be, because it’s you. I leave that thought unvoiced for now.
As I get up to get a glass of water for June, th
e landline rings.
Unthinkingly, I answer without seeing who it is.
“Hello?”
“Carter!” Well if it isn’t my dear ol’ dad. “Glad I caught ya. Listen, I got the kids here having dinner tonight. Why don’t you join us?”
“Yeah, sure, whatever, we’ll come.” I hang up the phone and turn to June. “Well, whaddya say? You ready to meet the in-laws?”
Taking a sip of water, June nods.
“I don’t mind. But what am I going to wear?” I glance at her, and debate telling her to just go in her birthday suit, though I doubt she’d appreciate that. But Lawrence always has clothes scattered across his office anyway, so I’m sure I can find something for her in there.
“You can leave that to me.”
Chapter 16
June
“Stop fidgeting.” Carter puts the car into park and moves his hand from the gear shift to my bare thigh. Pretty high up on my bare thigh too, because this dress is short. “You look incredible.”
“I look fast is what I look like,” I say, continuing to tug and shift in the dress he’s put me in. I’m trying to find a way to make it lie comfortably on my skin, but it’s tighter than anything I would ever willingly choose for myself—which is probably why Carter likes me in it. “Did you mean to make me look like a tart, or is this just fringe benefits for you?”
Carter smirks and keeps smirking as he comes around the front of the car. He opens my door and leans in, stopping just short of a kiss.
I lean into him, breathing in the already familiar scent, and he lays one on me. Carter’s kisses calm me down a little.
For a second, anyway.
“The two aren’t exactly mutually exclusive,” he says, blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Why am I not surprised?” I grumble, taking his hand as he helps me out of the car.
The dress is…
Restricting my ability to fully draw in a breath. It’s somehow making me feel claustrophobic in my own body.
I thought I was petite and slender, but whoever wore this dress before me must be an absolute dwarf of a woman.
Either that, or she likes bearing everything and is comfortable showing ample amounts of skin—unlike me.
