by Vivien Vale
Carter is scrutinizing my reaction. I can tell by the way he’s narrowing his eyes on me.
“Sign the contract, and I’ll make you a mother.”
I take a deep breath and plop down into his office chair, molding myself into it.
“You’re a handsome guy,” I reveal.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” he jokes while running a hand through his sexy, dark hair.
I giggle. His sense of humor is amusing, and sex with him is amazing…but is it enough to build the foundation for a lifetime of happiness?
“So, what’s the catch?” I ask.
“There’s no catch,” Carter frowns.
“No, I mean…why don’t you just find a girlfriend and settle down?” I want to say I suspect that there’s more to this story than he lets on, but I’m afraid to go that far.
“It’s…complicated.” He chuckles nervously and shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants. He begins pacing back and forth between the desk and the window.
“I’ve got all the time in the world.” I sit up straight and act as if I’m settling in for a marathon movie-watching session or something.
Carter looks conflicted and groans. “I’ve had my heart broken, too.”
I click my tongue. “It’s a cruel world out there.”
That makes him laugh.
“Being raked over the coals emotionally has stunted my relationship goal-oriented growth,” he admits.
“Join the club,” I giggle and take another smooth sip of my wine.
“I got cheated on.” His confession comes complete with a stone-faced glance in my direction.
“Let’s drink to the people who screwed us over…literally.” I raise my glass again.
“I’ve had an enormously difficult time allowing myself to grow close to another female ever since,” Carter admits, his voice full of regret.
I understand his desire to keep people at arm’s length, especially girls. I’ve been through the same type of pain as he has. It’s almost mystical how alike Carter and I are—we’ve shared a lot of the same hardships, and it seems too uncanny to be coincidental.
What if fate is bringing me to him for a reason? I have to keep my mind open to the possibility that there’s more than meets the eye to the universe’s plan for me.
“Well, you’re certainly young, rich, and good looking.” I grin at him. “You’re the perfect candidate, ideal in every way.”
Carter leans in and the burst of electric energy inside of him is rubbing off on me.
“So, what’s the problem then?” he asks in a high, anticipating voice that’s out of character for his usual cool, calm, and confident personality.
We stare at each other for what seems like an eternity. I know exactly what is happening here. We are sizing each other up, internally weighing the options against the good and the bad.
I don’t know what compels me to do what I do next. The bravery inside of me begins to stir. The more I learn about Carter, the more I like him.
My hand picks up the pen laying on his desk beside the contract. My mind isn’t doing the work here, I’m deliberately acting with my heart instead.
In an instant, my signature strokes against the page. It glistens up at me as I stare at it, in awe of what I’ve just done.
Carter is grinning wildly as he approaches me with a careful stride. His eyes stay on mine as he gently pulls the wine glass out of my hand and delicately places it on the desk beside me.
“Was the wine good?” he asks seductively.
I nod. “Yes, I enjoyed it very much.”
My heart is racing, beating like a kettle drum through my chest. Suddenly, I feel very hot…
“Good.” Carter’s eyes glaze over with lust that’s hard to deny and impossible for him to hide. “It’s the last alcoholic drink you’re going to have for a while.”
“Why is that?” I ask.
He smiles with his eyes, brightening the room.
“I’m putting a baby in you. Tonight.”
Carter
My eyes flick to the contract that June just signed for me.
Then they flick to June herself.
My entire future is in this office right now: standing right before me and sitting there in paper and ink on my desk.
If I were a more patient man, I’d pause for a moment to take it all in: My bride. Her promise. The baby that will come out of it all, lingering somewhere ahead of us, just begging to be brought into existence.
That’s about as far as I get—thinking about making a baby with this gorgeous, stubborn woman—before the last of my patience up and walks right out my office door.
I tip the last of my wine down my throat and, with a flick of my wrist, toss June’s own wine onto her shirt.
“What the—” June jumps back as it splashes against her tits and starts to soak through. She furrows her brow and looks at me like she wants to kill me.
I don’t mind. She’ll be begging me for more in just a few minutes.
“Whoops,” I say. It’s insincere. “How clumsy of me.”
“That wasn’t—” June starts again, but I stop her with a stare.
“Get that fucking shirt off.”
Her hazel eyes go wide for a split second, before she realizes I mean business. And I do. Serious business.
Baby-making business.
I’m too fucking impatient to wait. I shrug my suit jacket off and toss it on the executive chair. I reach for the buttons on June’s shirt, undoing them one by painstaking one.
Pushing the shirt off her shoulders, I lean down and bite her neck, her shoulders, and her collarbone. She tastes so fucking sweet, I want to fucking devour her. Scratch that—I will devour her.
My lips press against hers in a hot, forceful kiss. Our tongues do the tango, probing deep into each other’s mouths. I feel her hands clenching at my shirt, urging me on. My right hand gropes her tits while my left is determined to get her naked.
Reaching down, I unzip the back of her skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a pool around her feet. My hand slips inside her panties, stroking her clit with my middle finger.
“Oh!” She cries out, arching her pelvis against my hand. She’s soaked. I’m loving it.
I slide my finger between her pussy lips, covering it in her slick, warm juices. In one swift motion, I slide her panties down to join her skirt on the floor before sucking on my finger.
“Delicious.” I smirk and reach for her clit again, stroking firmly, moving my finger up and down, side to side. She’s grinding against me, panting. It’s quickly become one of my favorite sights: June disheveled and at my mercy, losing fucking control.
Little strands of her hair stick to her neck and face, which are glistening in sweat.
Oh, we’ve only just begun, sweetheart.
I suck on her neck, dragging my tongue down until it finds the swell of her tit. Taking her nipple in my mouth, I bite down while flicking my tongue against her gorgeous rosebud.
“Carter…Carter!” My name is like a chant against her lush lips, and it’s like a dam explodes as she comes. I feel her clit throbbing under my finger and her juices leaking out onto my hand.
“My turn,” I growl, unbuckling the belt on my pants and letting my cock spill over the top. “Get me hard.”
With a jut of my chin, I beckon her to get down on her knees. She does. She looks up at me with hesitant eyes.
It’s such a fucking turn-on. The very face of innocence looking up at me. At the same time, it’s beguiling, and I find myself entranced.
Make no mistake, I’m about to teach her a valuable lesson in pleasing Carter Abraham. Then I’m gonna claim her for my own.
“I’ve never—” Her voice is barely a whisper, her cheeks flushing crimson. She’s gorgeous.
“It’s okay. I’ll teach you how to do it just the way I like it.” My cock is reacting simply to her proximity and those doe eyes that never leave mine. “Give me your hand.”
She places h
ers 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.”
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 on
e 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.”
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.
