So I did the only thing that made sense. Slamming my mouth on hers, I took Abby in a deep kiss, muffling her screams, pinning her arms to her sides. She fought it initially, biting me, drawing blood, but the intensity of our liplock was too strong and sure enough, after a few seconds, the brunette was melting into me, sighing and squirming.
“Oh Jared,” she moaned. “Oh god.”
Because this is how it’s always is between us. Despite the misunderstandings, despite the botched auction, the fact that I’d fucked her without protection, she was still my sweet girl.
“Oh god is right,” I ground out, breaking away and staring at that beautiful face, the deep brown eyes that were melting into me even now. “Because you’re getting a new life, girlie.”
And with that we were off. The Maserati tore through the streets of New York until we came to screeching halt in a garage.
“What the?” asked Abby, dazed, looking around from the front seat. “Where are we?” Because this wasn’t a regular garage. This was a metal cube about the size of a trailer, specifically designed for rich men. And as I pressed a button, its function became clear. Gears ground and creaked, and slowly the cube began to levitate, rising in the air.
“Oh my god,” gasped Abby as went higher and higher, becoming skyborn. “Oh my god.” After about ten floors, the elevator walls turned into plexiglass and there was a view of the city, Manhattan laid out in all its splendor.
Because yeah, this is a car elevator. Billionaires get one put in so that you can take your car all the way up to your apartment, no need to share an elevator with the riff raff, no need to call a valet and waste ten minutes. As the cube came to a halt, metal scraped again, a wall sliding back to reveal a luxurious apartment.
“Welcome to your new home,” I ground out, coming over to her side of the car and holding the car door open. “You can say goodbye to that shithole of a dorm because you live here now.”
Abby looked around, thunderstruck. Because yeah, I have a pad that befits my fortune. Done in cream and white, the loft was fucking huge, a ten thousand square foot aerie in the sky with a view of downtown, people bustling below like ants.
“Holy,” came her breathless voice. “Holy.”
I smirked.
“Holy is right,” I said silkily. “Like I said, you’re not going back to that shithole dorm.”
That got the girl’s attention. She spun on me, brown curls flying and assumed an aggressive stance, feet planted apart, arms crossed over her chest. Shit, the brunette was beautiful, all I wanted to do was sink to my knees in front of her and worship that body, let her cunt run all over my tongue.
But the female meant business because she shot me accusing look.
“If you think that I’m letting you run my life, think again, Jared White,” she spat. “I let you run my life for a week, and look what happened,” she said gesturing to her belly.
I stared at her hungrily, raising an eyebrow.
“Looks the same to me,” I threw out casually. “A little poochy but that’s the way I like it. And if you’re referring to the baby, I hope you know what the fuck you’re talking about because you’re having it.”
The brunette rolled her eyes.
“Of course I’m having it,” she said, exasperated. “But still, what the hell? I trusted you once before, gave myself into your arms and look where we are!” she exclaimed. “There’s no “us.” There’s no “we,” there only me and you.””
I looked at the woman, eyes squinted, heart beating fast. Because although I hadn’t realized it myself, hearing her confirm that she was gonna carry my baby to term filled me with awesome wonder. There’d been a niggling doubt in the back of my mind, a horror show from my deepest nightmares, that Abby would get rid of it. But since that’d been laid to rest without even a whimper, I drew a deep lungful of air, head clearing.
“There’s a ‘we,’” I said silkily. “There’s absolutely a ‘we,’ and that ‘we’ includes three of us now.”
Abby rolled her eyes again.
“You better stop that baby girl,” I said mildly, “or you’re gonna get a beating.”
But I’ve never been able to intimidate the brunette, and that’s why I love her so much. The woman merely huffed again, placing her hands on her hips. Shit, those Double Ds were so huge. Were they already swelling with pregnancy, maybe even filling with milk? Shit, I’d never been so horny in my life, dick twitching with need.
But Abby was gonna say her piece, and she didn’t hold back, letting me have it.
“Jared,” she said slowly. “I did everything you wanted. You wanted me to come to Vegas? I did it. You wanted me to go up for auction? I did it. You wanted to spurt into my pussy and ass? I let you. But after all that, you blamed everything on me. You said the botched sale was my fault. You said I made you violate your loyalty to the brotherhood, I made you do this and that. But seriously, can you hear yourself? Can you hear how ludicrous it sounds?”
I tried to interrupt because of course I agreed. But Abby was on a roll, and there was no getting her to stop.
“I mean, seriously!” she said indignantly. “You’re an alpha billionaire with a wads of cash and loads of power. Do you think that one eighteen year-old virgin can make you do anything? Do you think that I was personally responsible for everything that happened last week? Think about it. Just think about it.”
I loved the aggressive tone because Abby’s the only one who can get away talking to me like that. I was on her in two steps, sweeping that curvy body into my arms and sinking with her onto the couch.
“Stop!” she shrieked, beating at my chest. “Stop it!”
So I let her go, but not without one quick swipe between her legs. Shit, she was so hot there, heat emanating even through rough denim.
“Stop it!” she shrieked. “Or I’ll call rape.”
I chuckled deep in my chest.
“Oh yeah, and who’s gonna help you, pretty baby?” I asked throatily. “Who’s gonna hear you here? This is my lair.”
She gulped looking around. But the fire never left her eyes, and the brunette fixed me with another glare.
“Seriously, I mean it,” he huffed again. “Don’t.”
I sat back then, hands up.
“I’m not doing anything you don’t want,” I growled, “but trust me little girl, in the end you’ll be begging for it.”
That was too much. Abby grabbed her bag then and stalked to the front door, hopelessly trying to open it, hands fumbling at the lock.
“Need some help?” I asked, looming in back of her, twisting the latch with a snick. And of course, the door swung open. But before she left, I said the magic words.
“Just so you know, I’m sorry about all that,” I intoned, blue eyes intense. “I want you to know that before you leave.”
The brunette paused mid-stride, jiggly assets quivering.
“What?” she asked, cocking her head towards me, like she couldn’t believe the words. “Say that again?”
I nodded.
“Just wanted you to know,” I said again mildly. “I completely fucked up and I’d do anything to do it over.”
At that, the girl let the door swing shut, spinning to face me.
“I don’t get it Jared,” she said, meeting my eyes. “When we were at the Club, you blamed me for everything. For screwing up the auction, for going on stage behind your back, and it was all because of your so-called ‘loyalty’ to the brotherhood. So what happened? What’s changed?”
I shrugged.
“I realized the Club is one thing, but my life is another. I was so wrapped up in that shit, going on recruiting trips, taking procurement into my own hands, scouting girls like I worked for the brotherhood. It was way overboard, and I figured it out.”
She looked at me skeptically.
“Oh right, you figured it out, just like that?” Abby said, disbelieving. “With the wave of a magic wand, it happened?” she asked, gesturing with her arms for emphasis.
I grunted.
“Okay, I talked to another member and they let me know I was overboard,” I admitted. “Off the reservation, completely wacko. The brotherhood didn’t need me to do all that, and in fact, I’ve resigned from the Management Committee, I’m a member-at-large now.”
“Okay,” said Abby slowly. “But what does that mean for me?”
I shrugged although my gaze was intense.
“Well for one, you’re having my baby,” I began.
“Clearly,” she bit out. “What else?”
I laughed, I love my girl’s vivacity, her temper makes me sizzle.
“Well, I’d like to try,” I said, drawling
Abby’s eyebrows raised.
“Try what?”
Goddammit, she wasn’t gonna make this easy, she was gonna make me say it. So I took a deep breath.
“I figured we’d try a relationship,” I said, like I was doing her a big favor. “You know, man and woman. We’re already physically compatible, clearly, and with a baby on the way, it makes sense.”
Abby paused for a moment, thinking. But then she shook her head to my astonishment.
“No, it doesn’t make sense,” she said slowly. “I’m so sorry but it doesn’t Jared. Thanks for your time, I’m gonna take the elevator now, no need to show me out. The regular elevator,” she said with an emphasis.
But I seized her wrist then, every cell in my body panicky. Holy shit, I’d just offered a relationship to a woman, and she was turning it down? What the hell, didn’t the brunette get what that meant? Didn’t she see it was a golden ticket, that the mother of my child would have a free ride for life? Dozens of women have begged me for it in the past, and I’d been a laughing bastard, dangling it in front of them like bacon before a dog. But what I was giving freely now was being rejected, which made me double over with shock. The one girl who I wanted didn’t want me.
And nodding slowly, she pulled her wrist from my grasp.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. White,” the brunette said formally, not meeting my eyes. “But I’m looking for the real thing. Not something that you’re offering just because I’m having your kid. So thanks, but no thanks,” she said softly. “We’ll co-parent somehow, people make it work.”
That tore me in two. Fuck, I’m a hard-hearted bastard but those words absolutely devastated my soul. Because this wasn’t what I wanted at all. I’d been an asshole to her through and through, and even my apology had the ring of douche to it. Plus, co-parenting? That sounded like psychobabble bullshit along the lines of “loving uncoupling” and all that New Age bullshit. Fuck that, no way in hell. This called for the big guns, taking risks that I’ve never taken before. But I had to because Abby was worth it and we were dangling on a precipice, I was about to lose her. So baring my soul, I let it all out.
“I’m sorry,” I said sincerely this time, eyes blazing, chest so tight I could barely breathe. “I’m sorry baby girl, I screwed up and I hope you can forgive me.”
Maybe it was the my tone, maybe it was the desperate gleam in my eyes. But Abby really looked at me then.
“Sorry for what?” she said, chin set. “What are you sorry for, and what’s gonna change going forwards?”
Those were smart questions and I had to give her credit for asking.
“I’m sorry for blaming everything on you,” I growled. “All that shit, all the pressure to go up for auction when you didn’t want to, forcing you to …”
She cut me off.
“I didn’t want to sell myself, but I did, of my own free will,” she said slowly. “Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t want to at first, but by the end, I did it because I’d decided to,” she said forcefully. “Not you.”
I nodded slowly.
“But I brought you to the Club,” I said hoarsely. “I made you into property, I treated you like you were nothing but a horse to ride at the races.”
The brunette nodded slowly.
“Maybe it started that way, but I always wanted you,” she said, looking at me, brown eyes inscrutable. “I came of my own free will, Jared. No one told me that I had to go anywhere or do anything.”
I stopped then. I’d thrown myself at her knees, begging for mercy, and it had been given. Everything that I’d apologized for, she’d turned on its head, making sure that she owned the narrative, that this was her story to tell. And I respected that, I loved Abby’s strength, her control, and her giving heart. Because she could have kicked me to the curb, could have made me beg until my heart bled, but Abby wasn’t like that. Instead, she’d re-framed the issues, helping me see her side, showing that there was more than one way to look at a situation.
And I knew I had to have her then.
“Abigail,” I ground out. “I’m so fucking sorry for everything, but I want to try. For real this time. I want to wipe the slate clean and start over,” I said in one breath. “With you.”
She looked at me, those brown eyes so intuitive, with solid judgment and incredible smarts.
“If we try, will you leave the brotherhood?” she asked slowly. “The Club’s been terrible for us so far. Will you leave, so that we can give ‘us’ a fair start?”
I took a deep breath, heart pained. Because the Billionaires Club is where I belong, it’s where I spend most of my time, work, play, everything important in my life took place there. But my obsession had made me grow careless, skewing my world views, making everything black and white instead of shades of grey. And I had something else now, something more important, more precious, and more valuable. So taking a deep breath, I nodded.
“Your wish is my command,” I growled, blue eyes flashing.
And with that, the brunette was in my arms.
“Thank you, Jared,” she whispered against my lips. “Thank you for giving up what means most to you for me and the baby.”
I pulled that sweet body close, arms like steel bands against her back.
“No thanks necessary,” I ground out. “Because you and the kid are my number ones now.”
And as the words left my lips, I knew they were true. Because my priorities had been screwed up before. I’d been a single dude intent on banging as many chicks as possible, living it up, depraved and dirty like a mofo. And the lifestyle had almost fucked up the best thing in my life. Because Abby and the baby were those best things, and it was time to leave the Club behind. The Club had twisted me, making me think that there was only one way to act, one way to treat women. Shit, it’d almost caused me to lose this beautiful girl, and the life that I could have with her by my side. So growling again, I dipped my head to take those lush lips, savoring the sweetness. It was time to focus on the future, and with my gorgeous Abby, anything is possible now.
EPILOGUE
Abby
I mewled desperately.
“Please Jared,” I panted. “Please.”
We were doing something so nasty, so depraved that it shocked even me at first. But now, on the fifth or sixth time, it’s not so bad. I like it actually, and Jared absolutely loves it.
Because I gave birth to our child six months ago and Harley is the cutest little thing. Round like a pumpkin, she’s got her dad’s blue eyes and my curly brown hair. And so far, she’s got her dad’s stubborn mind too, the baby’s insistent on getting her way most of the time.
But right now, Harley was upstairs, snoozing peacefully and Mr. White and I were having our fun. I sat completely nude on the countertops, legs spread, as Jared milked me.
“That’s right,” he ground out, eyes hot. “Let it go, let it go.”
Because my boobies are filled with milk. Whereas before I had Double Ds, now I’ve got a pair of Full Hs, the nursing bra can barely hold me in. But to Jared, it’s all good because he loves having sex while I’m lactating. And at this very moment, he was squeezing my breasts, massaging them carefully so that milk streamed down the undersides, over my stomach to drip wetly through my pussy folds.
“That’s it,” he groaned again, eyes glued to my twat, cov
ered with rivulets of white liquid. “That’s it, give it up for Daddy.”
And in a flash, the big man was on his knees before me, licking my steaming snatch, sampling the milk mixed with my cunt juice. Oh god, it felt good, and I tipped my head back, moaning with ecstasy.
“Unnh, feels good Daddy,” I breathed, palming my boobies as he slurped and sipped. “Unnnh, feels good.”
But Jared had gotten enough Vitamin D for the moment and wanted it on his dick now. So standing, he pointed that huge rod my way, just tickling my hole for the moment, rubbing his dickhead against the bottom of my clit, pushing the length of his dick up and over my pussy lips so it got lubed.
“Mmm, a milk bath is fucking amazing,” he ground out. “Fucking amazing.”
And with that, he pushed that huge rod inside. I squealed, eyes opening, back jerking straight. Because after all this time, his size still astonishes me, and my pussy twitched, split open, like I was a pig on a stick. In fact, I literally bucked a little into the air, the huge shaft skewering me, stuck tight in my small space.
The big man groaned, caressing my boobies once again as he fucked my pussy.
“That’s right,” Jared ground out. “Keep milking baby girl, keep milking as Daddy fucks you.”
Because we were going full speed now, his dick in my cunt drilling in and out as creamy, nutritious milk streamed from my gazongas, covering our bodies in frothy white. Oh yeah, his penis made great sucking sounds as it drew in and out of my cunt, there was so much viscous liquid, so much warm, wet goodness everywhere.
And with a roar, the big man came, pulling me so that I was seated completely on his dick, pussy pulsing and spasming as he released male milk inside. Oh yeah, we’re trying for number two, and protection’s by the wayside. Actually, we’ve never used protection, Jared hates it and honestly, so do I. I hate the thought of rubber coming between me and my lover, of feeling disgusting latex instead of that hard, hot heat, all skin, Mr. White’s fuckshaft right in my most sensitive part.
So I gave myself over to the sensations. Oh god, oh god, it was good, my pussy pulsing and spasming as the big man shot deep inside, spraying me with the good stuff, the jism so hot and sticky. And after it was all over, we collapsed, bodies still connected, covered in a mix of breast milk, semen, pussy juice and other virile liquids.
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