by Sam Crescent
“I’m not giving this up,” he said.
Lifting her onto his desk, he spread her thighs and stepped between them. Pressing his dick against her stomach, he let her feel exactly how much he wanted her, and he had no intention of giving her up.
What had started as just sex had become something else.
He wanted to take care of her.
Paying for her hospital bills, followed by her tuition, had meant everything to him. No one took care of her, and he’d wanted to be the person to do it.
Flicking the button of her jeans, he began to tug them down her body. She lifted up, allowing him to take them off. She kicked off her sneakers, and he pressed a hand to her wet core.
Her panties were already damp. “This is mine, Elizabeth. You’re wet because you want my dick.”
“Yes.”
Tearing her panties, he slid a finger between her lips, finding her clit. She gasped, arching up to his touch. Gliding his finger down, he filled her tight cunt, relishing her cries as he began to fuck her with his digit.
Adding a second one, he watched the pleasure cross over her face. “I’m going to fuck your pussy right here on this desk, and every time I’m sitting here, I’m going to remember exactly how sexy it is to see you come.”
She pushed his hand out of the way, and went to her knees before him, releasing his pants.
He groaned as she pulled out his cock and began to stroke the length, going from the base up to the tip, and back down again.
Pre-cum already leaked out of the head, and he watched her lick it up before taking him into her mouth, sucking his cock deep into her throat.
Daniel couldn’t give this up. Not once. She meant too much to him, and he wanted her. In fact, when he couldn’t be near her, he craved her even more. She fired his blood and made him want so many things.
There were times that his own feelings surprised him.
Wrapping her hair around his fingers, he pumped into her mouth, going as deep as he could go.
She swallowed him down, and he kept up his thrusts.
He didn’t want to finish in her mouth though. Tugging her head off his cock, he released her hair and lifted her up, placing her back on the desk. He couldn’t wait another second, and finding her core, he slid his cock inside and thrust as deeply as she could take him. Pushing everything off his desk, he leaned her back and watched as he pulled out of her, only to slam back inside her, going deeper still.
Spreading her thighs open so that her legs were wrapped around him, he slid a finger across her clit, feeling her cunt squeeze him.
“Your pussy is so damn tight. No matter how many times I fuck you, you still amaze me at how good it feels. This is only part of what I want from you, Elizabeth. You get under my skin, drive me crazy, and I can’t stand the thought of another man ever getting a taste of what belongs to me.” He slammed inside her, returning his hands to her hips to grip her as he fucked her hard, ramming his cock deep inside, taking her harder than ever before.
It wasn’t enough. He needed her to come.
Pulling out of her, he knelt before her, opening the lips of her pussy so that he could lick her clit. He was hungry for the taste of her pretty cunt.
Flicking his tongue across her clit, he slid down, plunging inside her, only to come out and move back up to her nub.
Using his fingers, he fucked her as he took her clit, sucking and biting on the flesh. She screamed his name, her pussy getting even wetter with every passing second.
He was so fucking addicted to her. Never did he imagine spending this much time with a woman, or feeling this possessive when it came to her.
Daniel couldn’t take a step back. He’d tried to do that.
She called to him, and he’d stopped fighting it.
Elizabeth came, and he licked her cream, prolonging her orgasm until she begged.
He couldn’t wait. Standing between her legs, he thrust home, pounding inside her, wishing they were at his place so he could have her screaming down the walls.
Over and over he slid inside her, finding his own release in her heat, filling her up, his cock pulsing his cum in deep as she milked him for every last drop.
Neither of them spoke, and he didn’t move away as he knew without a doubt that he’d want to see his cum spilling from her lips, to push it back inside her.
“That was … intense,” she said.
He smirked. “I won’t pay you anymore, but that doesn’t mean we’re not together.”
“What does it mean?” she asked.
“I still want you. This doesn’t stop, and with how wet your pussy is, I don’t think for a second you want to stop either.” She didn’t say anything. “Do you want to stop?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Good.”
“You don’t do relationships.”
“Let’s not put a label on this then. You’re mine. I’ll buy you nice things, and fuck you until you can’t think straight, and at the end of the day, I’ll be the only man that provides for you.”
She licked her lips. “Okay. We’re like boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“Yeah, I guess we are.” He waited for the disappointment to swamp him. It didn’t. “Are you going to start getting jealous of me, demanding my time and shit like that?”
“Nothing’s going to change. Only, I don’t have to worry about that website thing.” He saw she bit her lip and recognized the worry on her face.
“What’s wrong?”
“That site. I posted my picture and details without even thinking. What if it’s still up there?”
“I looked into it. Only people who could search the website could see you. It wasn’t just for anyone, and there’s security there. None of your details were handed over, and once you terminated your profile, all of it was removed. No one will know. Just you and me.” He stroked her cheek. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, baby. I’ll take care of you.”
He’d already done all the necessary checks and contacted the relevant people to make sure that there wasn’t any way someone would ever be able to check out other details. If he’d not been sure of the details, he wouldn’t have agreed to it. When he first entered the site, they’d asked for a breakdown of his likes and dislikes, and only then had it given him a few options of women to choose from. He wasn’t worried, and he didn’t want her to be. “Don’t worry.”
“I won’t. I know a couple of girls who’ve done it back at the campus. I overheard a big argument about it. One of them was accusing the other of being nothing but a whore, and anyway, she pointed out that it’s a means to an end.”
There was a knock at the door.
“I’ll be out in a moment,” Daniel said, shouting to be heard.
He eased out of Elizabeth’s pussy, and paused when he saw his creamy cum at the entrance of her pussy. Reluctantly, he grabbed some tissues from a box he always kept on hand, cleaning her up. The panties he’d destroyed, but her jeans were more than fine.
Once they were clean and decent, he pulled her against him, kissing her lips.
“Don’t think for a second you’re getting away. Go to the sofa, study, and I’ll take you home when I’m done.”
“I can catch a cab.”
“I’ll take you home. It’s getting really late now.”
“Do you always work this late?”
“When it’s needed.” He couldn’t resist kissing her again before going to his office door.
One of the interns was waiting. She had a couple of books. Standing outside, he pointed out the relevant law references she needed, and closed the door, telling them he’d be leaving shortly and it was time for them to start packing up.
There was a big case going, and he’d offered to stay behind to keep an eye on the interns who’d been brought on to help with it. The case was for one of his colleagues, but each of the main lawyers always helped throughout each relevant case.
The company relied on reputation and efficiency.
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petition was fine, but not when it came to the company name.
Glancing over at Elizabeth, he knew he was in trouble. Already things with her had gone too far, but he didn’t see any way of changing that.
He didn’t want to change it.
Chapter Ten
Lizzie: I have no words. I love everything you do to me, and you make me want it every single day.
Elizabeth loved Thanksgiving with Daniel. College had closed for five days, and seeing as the professors didn’t want to go back with assignments to write or go through, she didn’t have anything to do other than enjoy a relaxing few days.
They spent it at his penthouse apartment, complete with a couple of bottles of wine, lots of food, sex, and watching lots of television. She loved cooking dinner with him. Not once could she remember laughing so hard as they made their very perfect dinner. They’d been concentrating so much on the turkey that they’d undercooked the potatoes and burned the green bean casserole.
It didn’t matter because she loved it.
When the time came for them to head back to college and work, she’d not wanted to. Still, she did it, and returned to her apartment as well.
The barrier between them, for Elizabeth, had been removed when he stopped paying for her. She no longer felt like an employee, not that she ever had. In the back of her mind it always bothered her, and now she got to show him she loved his company without everything else. There were still times she felt uncomfortable, and it took some time for her to get over how they met. Her insecurities were constantly shining through, and driving her crazy.
She couldn’t believe at times how different her life had become in the past few months. Daniel spent a great deal of time with her, and they divided their time between her place, his apartment, and his penthouse.
He always found a reason to visit her at the coffee shop, and with everyone watching, he’d kiss her as he accepted coffee. He’d make her cheeks burn with a little embarrassment at how possessive he was, but deep down, she loved it.
No one had ever wanted to be that way with her.
Daniel worshipped her with his attention at every turn, and she loved every second of it. The way he held her as he made love, or couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her. Not once had the passion fizzled out, or gotten boring. He made her laugh, and what surprised her was how much they had in common.
She’d not seen it before, but Daniel had a goofy side.
They’d been teasing each other, and a song had come on the radio, and he’d stood on the bed, completely naked, singing and dancing to her. She’d been laughing so hard, but by the end of it, she’d been dancing along with him, not caring that her tits were bouncing along, with other parts wiggling as she moved.
He made her feel comfortable in her own skin. Her body hadn’t ever really bothered her before. She’d been happy, only when she was with Daniel did she realize how different she was with him.
Every now and again she heard the same bunch of girls at school talking about the website, only now it wasn’t so graphic. She tried to steer clear of any conversation to do with Sugar Daddy.
After Thanksgiving, it didn’t take long for Christmas to fall upon them, and with it, Daniel had a new request.
“You want me to meet your parents?” she asked.
“Yes.”
She sat back, glancing around the coffee shop. Everyone was going through the motions, and she saw people carrying several different bags. They were a busy coffee shop because they served the best kind of brews around.
“That’s … a huge step.”
“It is.”
“Are you sure about this? It’s your parents. That’s like … relationship territory, and I’m not part of that.” She wasn’t used to being in a relationship! Already she was screwing this up.
“You’re my girlfriend. My very young girlfriend, nineteen years younger than I am, I know, but they said they wanted to see me for Christmas. It was really important, and I don’t want to share Christmas with anyone but you, and I figured if I take my girl along with me, they won’t badger me anymore.”
“You do realize you’re a full-grown man.”
“I know, and this full-grown man still has obligations at times.”
“What happened to that bossy guy who likes to get his own way?” she asked.
“I am that bossy guy who likes to get my own way, and let’s just say my parents may have something to offer me.”
She folded her arms over her chest. Over the past couple of weeks, she’d felt a shift, a change within their relationship.
They’d gone from being just sex partners to sharing an actual life. She tried not to read too much into it.
“What do you think it could be? You know, the offer?”
“It’s something important to me. My grandfather left me a few things in his will, and they were set to mature at different times in my life.” He leaned forward. “It’s his pocket watch.”
“Like one of those little round disk things that you click open with a chain?”
He laughed. “How young you are. Yes, it’s like one of them. It’s crazy, but I remember my grandpa always had that pocket watch. Told me it would bring good luck; at least it had been good luck to him. It’s not worth a dollar, but whenever he was busy, he’d give it to me and I’d sit and watch the time go. He told me that a good man understands that time is important, and that they don’t waste a single second with regrets.”
She saw the love in his eyes, and she had that same yearning, wishing he felt that same way about her.
Don’t do it.
Elizabeth felt herself falling for him every single day. Her feelings for him were constantly growing, getting stronger, and she feared that it may be too late. She may have already fallen in love with him.
“Then we’ll go. Do you think your parents will like me?” she asked.
“It doesn’t matter what they think at all. I know that I like you a whole hell of a lot, and my opinion is the only one that counts.” He pulled her close for a kiss.
His words didn’t exactly comfort her, nor did the thought of meeting his parents.
****
Daniel didn’t want to go to his parents’ place for Christmas, and he certainly didn’t want them to meet Elizabeth. Driving toward their house, he was all too aware of the tension within his woman. If the large gates with the security detail weren’t a warning, by the time he parked up, the lavish display of cars on the drive was an indication to go back.
Christmas wouldn’t be the family affair that they’d led him to believe. He’d hoped to get the damn pocket watch and leave, but it looked like they had other ideas.
“It’s going to be okay,” he said.
“You lived in a mansion?”
“More like a museum. Believe me, it’s not exactly welcoming. Come on.” He climbed out of the car, rounding the vehicle to take her hand. She hugged his arm, and they both made their way toward the door.
“What about our bags?”
“Someone will come and get them.”
“Oh, wow.”
Entering his old home once again, he didn’t feel relaxed. He’d never been at home in this mansion, and neither had his grandfather. Before his grandfather passed away, he’d told Daniel that no matter the family name or the business, he could do whatever he wanted. In no way was he obliged to live a life that he didn’t want, and so it had begun his long-running passion for law.
His parents wanted him to be different, and to follow in their footsteps. He’d not been interested.
“It’s about time you showed up,” his mother said, coming out of the sitting room. “Oh, you brought a maid with you. We’ve got plenty of people to keep your bedroom clean.” His mother always had a way of making people feel small.
“Mom, this is my girlfriend. Elizabeth, this is my mother, Susan.”
“Nice to meet you.”
Elizabeth held her hand out, and he gritted his teeth when Susan just glared at the hand to offer. �
��I wish you’d told me you were going to be bringing someone else. We invited Melanie. You know how much we like her.”
Before he could say anything, she spun on her heel and left them alone.
Elizabeth stared at the ground, and he pulled her close. Cupping her face, he made her tilt her head back to look at him. “I’m only here to get that pocket watch.”
“You’ve not tried to use any other loopholes to get it?”
“I can’t get it any other way. Ignore whatever they say. I’m here with you.”
“They really don’t like me.”
“It’s their loss.” He kissed her lips. “Because I like you a lot.”
She smiled but he saw it didn’t reach her eyes, and he hated that.
Entering the sitting room, he saw Melanie waiting for him. She raised her brow when he held onto Elizabeth’s hand. After the introductions, he noticed several of his parents’ friends were enjoying a whiskey. The Christmas tree stood in the corner, looking perfect. This was what he remembered, which was why he never came here for the holidays. The pocket watch was the last item his grandfather had given him in the will, and had been promised on the Christmas of his fortieth birthday, this year.
He’d expected his parents not to like Elizabeth, but what he hadn’t anticipated was the way they treated her, as if she held no meaning. They talked about him and Melanie, their past relationship, about their engagement, which he’d called off when he’d been much younger, before he’d turned twenty-one.
Everything he hoped wouldn’t happen, did.
****
All of Elizabeth’s life she’d not fit in, and sitting at the dining room table after a day of torture, she really saw how she didn’t fit into any scheme of things. These people were Daniel’s parents, his friends, and now his ex-fiancée who he sat next to. She’d been placed at the opposite end of the table, and she felt miserable.
“Could you tell me where the bathroom is?” she asked, needing to be excused.
“Just down the hall.”
She excused herself, and found the bathroom without much trouble. Splashing water onto her face, she took a deep breath.
“What will it take for you to dump my son?”
