The Billionaire's Virgin Pursuit (The Forbidden Series Book 1)

by Dee Stone

  She glanced up at me, her teeth worrying at her plump bottom lip. I so wanted to pull at that lip with my own teeth before plunging my tongue into her hot mouth.

  Her wide eyes landed on her father, a furious expression still on his plum-colored face.

  Mary stepped closer to me, as if for protection. I would always protect her.

  Paul was so angry by what he saw as her rejection of him, his face turns plum-colored as if he might have a heart attack.

  A couple of his lackeys try to calm him, but he shrugs them off to stalk in our direction.

  With one arm I thrust Mary behind me, ready to defend us. Doug stands beside me, which is a surprise.

  Paul watches me, his lip curled in a sneer as if I’m worth nothing. That alone made me laugh at him.

  His eyes widened at my laugh, but he still turned to Mary, “Baby, come with me. You’ll keep your job, get a raise, and a promotion. You don’t need this guy to take care of you.”

  Mary’s eyes settled on me, laughter filling them, but also love brimmed with tears. “Dad. I don’t have to be with Markus. I want to. I love him. I don’t need him to care for me, it’s a two-way street. We care for each other. I guess you’ve forgotten what it’s like to love someone with all your heart, and I feel sorry for you to have lost that so soon.”

  She took the needed step closer to wrap her arms around his stiff form. Her arms reaching around his waist to rest her cheek against his chest. The longer she stayed in his arms his whole demeanor changed. Loosened, he began hugging her back.

  It was my turn to try and change our relationship for the better. “Paul. We used to be good friends years ago, but I think our relationship grew apart. You had a life here with your girls and this part of our company, and I in Italy taking care of my grandparents and building us over there.”

  I took a step closer, placing a hand on his shoulder which jerked away as if I was going to hit him. I keeping my hand firmly on his shoulder until I could feel his muscles begin to loosen underneath my hand.

  “I love Mary and she loves me. Yes, we are far apart in age but really that’s just a number. We have a lot in common and we do love each other. That will be enough for both of us. Think about it. There must be someone else out there for you. You’re not dead yet, buddy. Dry up and start your life anew.”

  I shook his shoulder a bit, then let him go, turning away so they could have a moment together. Waiting to take us home.

  13

  MARY

  The wild up and down emotions of the day exhausted me, and all I wanted to do was go home, but Markus insisted I go to his hotel. I reluctantly agreed before I remembered he had a great bathtub with lots of different settings for the shower. A long soak sounded wonderful with maybe a little company.

  At his penthouse I realized I hadn’t had anything to eat in I didn’t know how long and I was starving. Deciding to make myself at home, since he was the one to insist I come here, I made my way to the kitchen checking out what was inside the fridge.

  Bending over, bopping to the music in my head, finally relaxing, large hands gripped my hips rubbing his pelvis against my ass.

  Pushing back against the growing cock, I smiled, and continued to tease him with my moving rear end. “Hungry?” I asked innocently.

  “Yeah, but not for what you’re looking for in there.” Markus growled, his voice deep with passion.

  “But I’m hungry. Want a sandwich? There’s roast beef in here and some salami.”

  “I’ll give you a salami.”

  “Ooh. Bad joke.” I responded, turning my head to glance at him behind me. He grunted in agreement. “I want you too much to be able to think of good jokes right now.”

  I stood and turned into his arms, mine reaching up to twine around his neck. “Okay. No food, so maybe bathtub?”

  Markus started as he had begun to wrap his arms around me and stopped. “Bathtub?”

  I gave him a little push as I sauntered off, my hips swinging. I could see him watching my ass closely as he followed right behind me.

  In the bathroom I checked out the tub and what salts and bubbles he might have as I slowly began pealing my clothes off piece by piece as he watched.

  Peeking at Markus I saw he was just standing there staring in bemusement, “Are you going to remove any of those?” my eyes lowered to his clothes as I asked the question, he immediately began tearing his clothes off in haste.

  Watching the water level, I studied the not exceptionally large assortment of bubbles for the tub. When the water had reached the level I wanted I turned the tabs off and finished removing my clothes.

  His shirt and tie were gone but his pants still remained, so I knelt, unbuttoning and lowering the zipper until the slacks could slide down his hips.

  Still on my knees I grasped his cock in my hand as I peeked up at him with my face slightly upturned as I slowly reached for him with my open mouth.

  Hearing his gasp and groan as my lips and tongue touched the tip of his head, my tongue lapped at the tip lightly, teasingly as one of my hands rolled his balls and stroked them.

  His hands stroked down the back of my head until he grasped a portion of my hair into a ponytail and guided me to take more of his cock, which I gladly did.

  He hit the back of my throat as my tongue stroked the underside of his dick. Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked hard drawing him deeper into my mouth.

  Markus’s hands tightened on the back of my head as he rocked his hips until he released with a shuddering roar.

  All of his seed filled my mouth and burst down my throat until I thought I would choke. Luckily, he stopped right then, and I gasped until I could breathe easily.

  “Are you okay, Mary? I’m sorry I couldn’t stop.” He was so concerned as he picked me up into his arms and placed me in the tub. “You are too sweet, my love. You make me want you more than anyone else. I’m like a teenager with his first crush.” The things he said made me all gushy and my lady parts weep. “Let me take care of you.”

  He took a bath puff and applied some fruity bath soap and began lathering me up as I laid back, my eyes closed. The puff slid over my skin lightly. Markus started at my neck and glided the puff down me, paying special attention to my breasts, rubbing the puff over my nipples until my breath became harder and faster. The body puff disappeared, and his mouth covered one nipple while his fingers tweaked the other.

  My eyes snapped open as I arched my neck, his mouth nipping, licking, and sucking until I was almost screaming in frustration. Markus’s other hand left my nipple to travel downward until he reached my pussy, his fingers playing with my clit and tracing a finger through my folds, pretending to make sure I was good and clean, before slipping inside.

  Pumping two fingers in and out of my channel, he had me moaning and thrashing as I came.

  If I hadn’t been so exhausted and limp I would have been pissed at his self-satisfied expression. But it was kinda cute at how happy he looked for my orgasm.

  Markus helped me up and rinsed me off with the shower before wrapping me in a warm, thick bath towel.

  I felt so loved and cared for with Markus. The last time I truly felt like this had been with my mother.

  He laid me on the king size bed, the oversized towel still wrapped around me.

  Crawling up the bed until he reached me, he laid down next to me, gathering me into his arms. I turned my head slightly so our lips met in a sweet touching of lips until it became more.

  Markus pressed his lips harder against mine until our mouths were a mesh of teeth and tongue. His hips pressed tight, grinding into mine. One arm reached up, so he could rest on one muscled arm while his fingers played with my hair, the other hand tweaked the nipple of my breast, pulling and twisting between his fingers.

  I ground my hips up harder, as hard as I could into his, his cock unerringly seeking my pussy.

  There was no more foreplay needed only the melding of our bodies together as he thrust into me.

  My hands clawe
d at his back, my nails tearing at his skin in my frenzy. We ground into each other until his heavy balls swung and hit my ass, his cock hitting my clit with every thrust.

  So close. I was so close to my orgasm when Markus reached down, flicking at my clit with one finger and groaned, “Cum for me baby, cum for me.” And I flew so high I saw colored lights like streaking stars.

  Markus came right after me, his body stiffening as he shot streams of cum into me.

  His breath coming in harsh pants, still inside of me, he wrapped his arms around me, turning us until I was on top, as if he never wanted to let go.

  I could stay like that forever.

  “So, what now?” I mumbled into his chest, my eyes closed. I was so tired, but relaxed and

  “What do you mean?” his hand stroked absentmindedly down my head and back repeatedly.

  “Where do we live? I love my little townhouse, but it’s only big enough for one. Do you rent or own this place?” Sighing as his hands gripped and rubbed my ass, bringing one hand around to lightly play with my clit as we talked.

  Did he know what he was starting with me again? He’s a man. Probably.

  We were still connected but I could fit one hand between us and stroke one finger over his balls and the base of his cock that was still visible.

  “Rent, with option to buy. If you move in, I’ll buy. It’s three bedrooms, so if we have kids there’s enough room. And I’m the only one that has access to the roof. We can make that completely safe with parental supervision.”

  His playing included thrusting two fingers slowly in and out of my core with one hand and the other now fingerings my nipples.

  I was so tired I wasn’t sure I could go another round, but I was also starving to death, and he must be as well, but my hips moved involuntarily in response to his ministrations.

  “Markus,” I started, having to stop and take deep breaths because my lungs were deciding to seize.

  “Hm?” was the only response I got.

  “We.” My breath ended. I tried again, “We need to eat. I need to eat. “There I got it out.

  “Uh-huh.” He still continued with his so good torture.

  He started kissing his way down. Lower, but when my stomach growled loud, he realized I meant what I said.

  Markus rested his forehead against my stomach while he settled his raging desires that had burned in his eyes just a few minutes ago.

  After lifting his head again, he kissed me with a soft plucking of our lips.

  Jumping up he went to his closet and pulled out a black terrycloth robe and handed it to me, leaving the room.

  Staring after him I slipped my arms through the too long sleeves and tried rolling them up, but of course the folds kept coming undone.

  Tying the robe tight about my waist, I left the room to make my way through the almost ballroom sized space of the living room to the airy kitchen.

  Markus had an assortment of vegetables spread out over the counter with a carton of eggs as he checked the burner as he turned it on. Scooping butter into the pan he began whistling as he happily worked, making a meal for us.

  I sat at the small dinette by a window that showed the black sky with a smattering of blinking stars offset by the glow of lights of the city.

  Watching him work, I pulled the collar of the robe about my throat as Markus asked, “Coffee?”

  Boy, that sounded good, thinking about it. Nodding, I stood, getting the cream out of the refrigerator while he started the pot brewing.

  Starting to pull open cabinet doors, Markus pointed to the cabinets, where, voila’, the mugs were kept. I was surprised not to see one China cup for tea or coffee, only mugs. Well, why not. A bachelor wouldn’t be interested in China.

  “What time is it anyway? Do you know?” I was curious as to how long we had been…busy.

  Biting my lip, I glanced about the room to see if there was a clock anywhere. I wanted to know what had happened in the business meeting after we left.

  As if by magic, Markus’s phone, which lying beside him on the counter, rang. He flipped the omelet he was making over and turned the heat down before he answered his phone on the fourth ring, flipping it to speaker phone.

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  “Markus, buddy, how’s it going?” Doug’s jovial voice rang out. I had never met souch a happy and fulfilled man. I was almost jealous of his wife. Except I had a perfect man myself. Sexy, loving. Everything a woman could want.

  “What’s up, Doug?” Markus leaned his back against the counter, legs crossed at the ankles, head cocked to the side as he talked to Doug.

  I listened in unrepentantly. I needed to know what was going on.

  “Do you know where Mary is? Paul has been calling everyone trying to find her.” The concern was loud and clear in his voice, even over the phone.

  Markus exchanged a glance with me and I nodded.

  “She’s here with me, Doug. We are together now, and no one can break us apart.” At those sweet words I rushed over to give him a hard kiss of love, our lips soft against each other, rubbing and parting slightly for our tongues to meld.

  “Ahem.” Doug cleared his throat loudly as if he could just see us making out.

  We parted slowly as Doug chuckled. “Mary, I thought you’d want to know. Paul is being forced to go to a program to get dry. If he wants to stay chairman of the American part of the company that is. He has been given three months. Get clean of the booze or we will find another to fill his position. Probably Markus. Have a good night you two. I’d say don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, but well. I’m sure I will myself.” Doug laughed uproariously at his own joke and we winced at way too much information.

  As Markus clicked his phone off, there was an obnoxious thick smell and we both turned to see smoke rising from the omelet. We should have known.

  Markus grabbed the handle, and upended the eggs, scraping the black pieces into the sink to be ground by the disposal.

  “Let’s see what else is in the fridge.” He sighed, pushing himself away from the sink, walking the three steps to the refrigerator and opened the door, sticking his head inside.

  I stood behind him impatiently but stared at the inside of the appliance I had always loved a clean refrigerator and this one was spotless and smelled of fresh lemons. And I saw the reason. A bowl of sliced lemons and limes, I assumed for just that reason. What a good idea. I just used an open box of baking soda.

  “Even some cake or pie would fit the bill.” I gazed hopefully at Markus, my eyes going from him to the open fridge. Smirking at me he gave me a devilish wink, dark scruff already growing on his once clean-shaven jaw.

  “Bingo.” He crowed, raising with a plate filled with what looked like cookies. But, what kind was the question. “Chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin cookies. And fresh milk. Just milked the cow this morning.” Markus winked at me as he said the last part, his chest outstretched as he pretended to be proud of his cow milking accomplishment.

  Giggling at his skewed humor, I loved him; even proud of his accomplishment. Sarcasm together, what could be more perfect.

  We sat down to our sweet meal, talking and laughing, for the next hour, until we were talked out and silence contained the large space.

  We sat staring at each other as something else entirely entered the space between us. A heat began to burn, the air suddenly heavy as we began to slowly smolder, a fire starting to burn in Markus’s eyes.

  He reached over and took my hand into his, he stood, pulling me into his arms. My arms twined about his neck, his head lowering to reach my mouth half way.

  Not one to balk sex anymore, I reached up to pull his head down faster until our lips mashed together in a clash of teeth and tongues.

  Lifting me higher into his arms, he turned and sat me on the counter, the robe under my ass.

  Releasing the sash around my waist almost miraculously, Markus lower the robe from my body until it spread out around the counter, a makeshift bed. Now we were both naked.

  H
e stepped back for a minute or two eyeing me up and down in my naked splendor. I still wasn’t used to being unclothed in front of a man. Even if he was in his splendor, too. And it was splendor to me.

  Markus reached a hand out to touch my breast as the palm of his other hand rubbed lightly over the nipple. His hand was surprisingly coarse and made that nipple strain to a hard peak. He rubbed back and forth as he watched my face for reactions. Which he got plenty of.

  Throwing my head back, my hands gripped at his naked shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.

  A smirk wide upon his lips, his other hand got busy on my clit rubbing with the heel of his palm.

  One of my hands scrabbled at his body trying to find his cock. I needed it in my hands or in my mouth; but my hand would work for now.

  Getting a better hold of myself, I reached down to rub at the head of his dick, spreading his precum along the head, my mouth watering for a taste.

  With my other hand I walked my fingers down his ridged abs and held his balls in my hand. Now I had him.

  As one hand stroked him up and down I held his balls gently, pulling and rolling them as I watched his reaction.

  Smiling, as he threw his head back he moaned before an intense look to his face and he drew my ass to the edge of the counter and swiftly entered me.

  Markus pounded me hard and fast, my body sliding with his movements on the robe on the slick counter.

  He held my hips tight between his hands, one hand on my ass. He slid one hand around to my clit where he pinched the little nub making me scream my release. He groaned out his as we came together, holding each other tight, the problems of my father fading away into the future. Right now, was us and our being together. Everything else could wait.

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  THE END