by Stella Stone
He yanks his hands from my panties and releases my breast as he stands up. I let out a whimper of protest, but that quickly dies in my throat as I watch him pull his clothes off.
When he drops his pants, I whimper, quickly tugging my own off as well. His cock is jutting straight out, toward me and once I’m completely naked, and on my knees in the bed, I lean over and open my mouth.
He lets out a groan, taking a step closer and without a second’s hesitation, his cock fills my mouth, stretching my lips. His eyes stay focused on mine, and I can’t look away from him, even if I wanted to, I’m completely arrested by his dark green gaze.
“You’re mine, forever, Elise,” he grunts as he fucks my mouth, slowly and with purpose.
He grins, cupping my cheek, then moves his hand to the back of my neck and begins to massage me. My eyes flutter closed as he rasps the words, good girl, and I whimper around him. He pulls out of me almost instantly and my eyes fly open.
“I’m going to come inside of you, Elise. Now, let me see my little doll,” he growls.
Sliding back on my ass, I spread my legs wide as I rest back on my elbows. His eyes go from mine to my center and then back up to me again. “Fucking perfect, and all fucking mine,” he growls.
He reaches down, wrapping his hands around my hips as he crawls onto the edge of the bed and he fills me with one swift move.
“All fucking mine,” he repeats over and over again as he fucks me.
My climax rolls through me like a freight train and explodes inside of me all at the same time. I’m unable to control my screams as they fill the room.
Grant roars with his release, lowering his face to mine, his lips crashing against my own before he rasps just loud enough for me to hear. His words feel like they’re filling me from the inside out and I’m left in a pile of mushy gooeyness from them.
“I love you, Elise. I fucking love you my little doll.”
Epilogue
TWO MONTHS LATER
ELISE
Walking into the house, I’m surprised by how dark it is.
I never did go back to my apartment, for anything other than packing my things. Grant wouldn’t allow me to sleep there again, he said it was because he didn’t want me to be scared, since I had been abducted from the front door.
I knew the truth though, he wanted me at his side, always. I didn’t protest, because in all honesty, I wanted to be in his house too.
The second I was carried through the front door, I knew this was my home. Maybe not the place, but with him, wherever he was.
He told me to hurry home from class tonight, and I’m not sure why, because it doesn’t even look like he’s here. I catch a light from the corner of my eye, and I turn toward it. There’s a candle burning in the middle of the patio table outside.
Making my way toward the light, I step outside and freeze. There is a full dinner set at the table, including dessert, and champagne. Grant is steaks and potatoes, he is not champagne and fancy tortes.
“Grant?” I ask. His back is to me as he looks out at his backyard.
I watch as he slowly turns to face me. He’s wearing a pair of suit pants, a button-down shirt, and a tie, looking like he does every other day of the week but there’s something off in his face, something I can’t quite read.
“I’ve been working on something behind your back,” he says.
My heart begins to pound in my chest. His words frighten me, immediately, but I stay quiet, waiting for him to continue.
“Your heart isn’t here, little doll.”
I open my mouth to protest, to deny his words, because my heart is very much with him. My eyes water immediately, and my lips tremble, but he continues.
“Your heart is in California, it’s at that beauty school. Which is why I think you should go there,” he murmurs.
“No,” I cry.
Tears fall from my eyes and he gives me a sad smile, closing the distance between us. He wraps one of his hands around my waist and tugs me against his chest while his other hand cups my cheek.
Grant lowers his head, his nose running alongside my own. “Yes, Elise. You belong there,” he rasps.
Lifting my hands, I grab ahold of his shirt, holding him to me. Tipping my head back, I look into his dark green eyes, pleadingly. “I belong with you, Grant. Only you,” I whimper.
His sad smile brightens, and his lips brush mine. He wraps his hands around my wrists and pulls my hands from his shirt.
“I was hoping you’d feel that way, Elise.”
I watch in amazement, in shock, and awe as he falls down to one knee. His green eyes stare into mine, and my hands cover my mouth as he flips open a box and a gorgeous ring sparkles in the moonlight.
“I love you Elise. I want to make all of your dreams come true, and I can’t do that here. I put in for a position in California, and I’ve been accepted. Marry me and move with me, so that I can make all of your dreams come true, little doll.”
Tears fall from my eyes and I shake my head in disbelief. “Yes, oh my God, yes,” I cry.
He slips the ring on my shaky finger and stands, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in for a hug. His lips touch mine and I swear my entire body ignites with desire. I moan grabbing ahold of his shirt again, pulling him closer to my body.
“How long ago did you apply?” I demand as soon as our kiss is over. Grant is nibbling my bottom lip, and he lets out a grunt.
He lifts his head and his green eyes sparkle. “When I was still sneaking into your room at night,” he winks. My mouth drops open and I just stare at him. “I knew what you wanted, Elise. I knew your desires, and you need to go to that school. It’s my job, as your man, as the man who loves you to make that shit happen.”
“What about my dad?” I ask.
My dad and I have been better, our relationship is still a bit rocky, but it’s better than it’s ever been. He’s also stopped giving Grant evil glares however, he has been giving him shitty assignments at work. Grant has acted completely unaffected by that, and now I know why.
“I talked to him before I proposed. I told him my plan, and surprisingly he agreed that you going to that school was important. He gave me his blessing to propose and told me as long as your wedding was here before we moved, he would support it one hundred percent.”
I soak in his words, then I freeze, “When do you start your new job?” I demand.
Grant chuckles. “I knew this could be a potential problem. One month, little doll. You have one month, I know it isn’t much time, but that’s what we have.”
I shake my head, wishing I could strangle both my father and Grant for coming up with this timetable, then I realize, they’re giving me my dream. Maybe the wedding won’t be absolutely perfect, but who the hell cares? My life is going to be downright amazing.
“I can work with that,” I breathe.
Grant lowers his head; his lips brush mine again before he speaks. “I knew you could, Elise. Love you, my little doll,” he rasps against my mouth.
I hum, my tongue snaking out to taste his sweet lips. “I love you too, baby.”
ONE YEAR LATER
GRANT
Wrapping my fingers around her hips, I pull her down, hard. “Oh God,” Elise moans, grinding her pussy against me.
I moan, watching her tits sway. They’re littered with small bruises and I grin at the sight. It’s so fucking gorgeous.
“Sshh,” I chuckle.
We’re at her father’s house, visiting for a couple weeks. My graduation present to her for finishing her intense cosmetology program. She starts her new job, at some fancy day spa & salon next week so I surprised her with a trip to spend some time with her old man. I should have booked us a couple weeks in Hawaii or some shit, instead.
“You feel amazing,” she whispers.
She leans over slightly, her hands pressing into my chest as she rides my dick. Her tits sway even more in this position and I grunt, trying to keep from making too much noise.
I’m close, my jaw clenched as I try to hold back, and hold off, while she rides. This is one of her favorite positions but swear to Christ it’s downright torture for me.
“You need to come, little doll. Squeeze my cock, Elise,” I rasp.
She giggles, groaning when I apply more pressure against her hips and guide her to my own rhythm.
“Okay, baby,” she smiles.
Lowering her body, she presses her lips to mine, and she begins to fuck me, hard. Her body slams against mine as her tongue fucks my mouth. I swallow her moans as her hips jerk and roll above me.
Her pussy flutters before she rips her lips from mine, and I watch as she sits straight up and her body trembles; her cunt clamping down around my cock as she quietly comes all around me.
My fingers grip her hips tight, and I lift my hips, fucking her until I bite my bottom lip as I come inside of her with a low grunt.
Elise’s eyes slowly open and a small smile appears on her lips. “Thank you for bringing me on this trip,” she whispers.
I grunt, sliding my hands up her back and applying pressure so she falls against my chest. “I would do anything for you, little doll. I knew you needed to see your dad for a little bit,” I murmur.
She lifts her head, her lips brushing mine. We don’t say anything else, content to hold one another for a few minutes before we have to get up and get going for the day. Elise’s father has a whole day planned, including some kind of hike.
I never imagined Elise would be the hiking type and judging by the grimace when he told her about it, I was right, but this isn’t about what we’re doing, but rather, spending time with her father.
Now that we’re living in California, and have been for a year, they’ve continued working on their relationship, something that he demanded before I was allowed to propose. I don’t mind it one bit, I can tell after every conversation she has with him, she enjoys it, loves getting to know him better.
Hopefully, one day, in the not so distant future she’ll have something new and exciting to talk to him about.
At thirty-seven, I’m ready for a family and I’m trying not to be pushy, but I want a baby. I know Elise’s father would be a great grandpa, and he’s dropped a few hints that he’s ready for it as well.
TWO YEARS LATER
ELISE
It doesn’t seem real. Even after six tests. It doesn’t seem like reality.
I stare down at the little white sticks, they all say it in different ways, but the answers are all alike.
I’m pregnant.
We’ve been trying for two years—two. I’d given up hope. We went to doctors and specialists, they all told us that there was no medical reason we weren’t conceiving.
The entire last year has been a true test on our relationship, but Grant has been spectacular. I can tell he’s been anxious and disappointed time and time again.
Today, of all days, Grant’s fortieth birthday, I’m finally pregnant.
I hear a noise downstairs, and I take all of the tests and quickly toss them in the top bathroom drawer.
“Elise,” Grant’s voice calls and I take another look at myself in the mirror. Smoothing down my little black dress, I rest my palm on my stomach and smile. Grant knocks on the door and I jump slightly.
“Ready, little doll?” he asks.
Clearing my throat, I unlock the door and plaster on a wide smile. “I am. Dinner and a movie tonight?” I ask.
Grant doesn’t answer, and I watch him as he takes in my little dress, and my tall heels. He grunts, wrapping his fingers around my waist and pulls me against his chest.
His lips touch mine, his tongue automatically filling my mouth and I moan, wondering if we’ll make it out of the house, and deciding immediately that I don’t care if we do.
He flips me around, yanking up my skirt when he does. Wrapping my fingers around the edge of the bathroom vanity, I spread my legs and tip my ass back as he tugs my panties down, then I hear his own belt clink.
His cock presses against my entrance, my eyes meet his through our reflections in the mirror as he slowly slides inside of me to the hilt. I moan when he’s fully seated, pushing my ass back against him.
Grant’s hand slides around the front of my dress and I gasp when he tugs down the top, exposing my breasts. “Better,” he grunts.
Both of his hands find my hips and he grips me tightly before he pulls out and slams back inside. My head falls back and my eyes close as he pounds into my body.
His fingers leave bruises, over bruises and I let out a cry. I love it. I love the way he touches me, the way he roughly takes my body with his own, each stroke more punishing than the last.
“Goddamn, I love you, little doll,” he growls as he fucks me, completely breathless.
My thighs start to shake as I climb closer toward my release, my fingers grip the counter tighter and I whimper, telling him I’m close.
One of Grant’s hands slips between my body and the vanity as he finds purchase on my clit. He slaps me, then pinches, repeating the motion only three times before I scream with my climax. His cock fills me two more times, then it’s his turn to come.
I feel his warm release fill me, a lazy smile playing on my lips, knowing that he’s already filled me with a baby, our baby.
“Elise?” he asks, his lips touching my neck.
My eyes slowly open and I watch him through the mirror. He looks almost concerned as he stares at my reflection.
“I’m pregnant, baby,” I whisper.
“What?”
His mouth is hanging open, and his cock is still planted deep inside of me, but he looks completely adorably shocked.
My smile widens even more, “Happy birthday, daddy.”
“Fuck, goddamn, fuck, little doll,” he rasps.
His hands wrap around my front as his body presses against my back and he holds me, his eyes searching my face, for what I’m not sure. Then his lips slowly spread into a huge shit-eating grin.
“I love you, Elise. Fucking shit, I love you,” he whispers.
Tears fall from my eyes and I nod, unable to speak. I love him, too, more than he could ever know.
My midnight lover, my husband, my hero.
