by Amy Brent
It was soon, possibly too soon. It was real. I knew that there would be consequences for this love and the new publicity surrounding it. It started the next day when Lynn berated me for having a relationship with Lance and ruining his career. She got quite graphic in her call and I hung up in tears, not sure about what I was doing. Lance told me that everything would be fine, and I thanked the fact that I wasn’t going to have to see too much of her from here on out. I’d still see the commission and she could use another agent for the remaining steps. Lynn seemed to know someone to take care of her every need, and she was pissed off that it wasn’t going to be Lance any longer.
There was also the media that found out my name and after that, personal things about me. I didn’t have any skeletons in my closet to make me look bad and in fact, I looked pretty good in the public eye.
Lance started filming the new movie and loved the variety of what he was doing. I was happy to hear him talk about it every night after work and slowly worked through everything regarding his past. Lance proved that he loved me every day and I never saw any signs that he was seeing any other women. I still heard the comments out and about who he used to be, often spoken loudly when I was in sight. I was as famous as he was these days and it was hard not to go out in peace anymore.
Lance finished the movie six months later and asked me to move in with him. Things had calmed down by this time and we were doing much better, so I agreed. I knew that we would have a great future together and we made love that night as we made plans for the beach house.
I called Viv to announce our engagement and we both cried. She told me that she was going to help with every detail of the wedding and my mom was going to be involved as well. Everyone embraced us and now, the world was beginning to do the same.
EPILOGUE
Lance
I tossed back the shot with my friends as we cheered in the room behind the church. It was my wedding day and after a lot of shit, they were happy for me at the end of the day. I settled down surprisingly fast with Leila once I quit the porn industry and I preferred not to think about it too much now. It was the past now. We celebrated a year together just a few months back and today we were going to become man and wife.
We made our way out of the room as the planner told me that I was up, walking through the landscaped grounds to the small chapel. Leila found it on one of her photography trips in the city and fell in love immediately. She booked it the following day and talked on the phone nonstop to plan the rest of the ceremony. I joked that it was exhausting me, but I loved seeing her enthusiasm.
I walked into the church and greeted some friends as I paused to talk to them. I had just my closest friend Brian standing up with me today and Leila had Viv. We wanted to keep this small and intimate, despite what we could afford, and the world expected of me. The guest list only included close family and friends and I didn’t regret a thing.
I walked down the aisle, straightening my tie as I faced the crowd. I looked over the side where my family was sitting and saw the tears starting as I smiled, shaking my head. People talked about Leila and I like we were some kind of fairy tale, and they might be right. She did save me at the perfect time when I was ready for the change. It wasn’t easy and there were nights in the beginning where Leila would cry about not being good enough for me. I’d console her and do everything in my power to prove that I loved her, and she’d feel better. As time went on, we moved right along with it. She threw herself into the wedding planning with the help of Viv and her mom.
I met them at dinner at my house after she moved in. I saw the look of wonder in Leila’s eyes as she looked around the table, wondering what was going on inside of her mind. I loved both immediately and it was clear how they both fiercely loved my girl. They were protective until they sensed they didn’t need to be, or at least that’s what I picked up. I made a point of taking Leila to visit them when we could both get away and spending a few days.
I blinked as Brian led my mother down the aisle and joined me, giving me a reassuring smile. He was thrilled when he heard that I was settling down and adored Leila from the moment they met. They became close as I did to the ones that she loved the most and I’d never been happier in my life. I was content now and I straightened as I heard the harpist start a song. Viv walked down the aisle in a purple flowing dress and tears on her cheeks, making me smile as I looked over at Leila’s family. Once Viv was in place, she gave me a weak smile and I knew that emotions were going to be running rampant around this room.
I heard the music transition into something I’d heard around the house a lot as of late. I looked forward, seeing the doors closed as I waited for her. I needed to see Leila and I felt the chapel fall silent as the music continued.
The door opened, and I watched my beautiful fiancée step forward, wearing a gorgeous cream dress. It suited her perfectly with the cap sleeves and fitted torso, ending in a long train. Her eyes were bright as she met my gaze and I swore that she never looked as beautiful as she did today. It wasn’t the extra makeup that she was wearing or the way her hair was curled around her face. It was the smile on her face and the love in her eyes. Leila made her way down to me and we took our places before the minister, unable to stop staring at her.
In my vows, I explained how much she brightened my life. I told everyone how fast I fell for Leila and how complete she made me feel. I could hear people crying as I spoke, but I only focused on Leila. Her vows were soft and sweet, and she told me how she’d given up on love before she met me. She told me that I made her feel alive in a way that nobody else had and tears slipped down her cheeks as I clasped her hands in mine.
The kiss was the best moment of my life. Leila was mine and I cupped her face and kissed her greedily as cheers rose through the crowd. We pulled apart and I told her that I loved her before pressing my lips softly to hers again.
The second greatest moment was when she gave birth to our twins, Maura and Liam. I didn’t know that they were in my family, but Mom revealed it when Leila announced her pregnancy and it held true for us. I didn’t care because they were our kids. They were our dream.
*** The End ***
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Prologue
Over and over, Jessica called my name as I continued to pleasure her. The despair in her voice and the shivers in her legs told me she was close to an orgasm, but I wasn’t done yet. I had told her that once she was mine, we would have fun with her ass and I had meant it. For this to be the orgasm she compared every other to, as I wanted it to be, I would have to give her every ounce of pleasure her body could endure.
Pulling my lips away from her pussy for a moment, I looked up at her flushed face and ordered, “I want you to play with your nipples and don’t stop or close your legs until I tell you, okay?”
“Yes . . .” Jessica moaned in desperation and quickly clamped her fingers around her nipples. “Just keep going, please . . . I’m so close, Ben.”
A smirk curled up on my lips.
“Hush, baby,” I said as I pulled my index finger from her center and replaced it with the pinky of my other hand. I pumped the smaller finger inside her a few times to coat it in her juices and added, “Daddy will take care of you,”
Chapter 1 — Ben
My groans filled the room like a perfect echo of how good the blow job had been. The brunette who was currently licking my cock clean was young, wild and hot—my three favorite traits in a woman. In addition to that, she had a mouth built like a vacuum cleaner, and though that would normally be enough to remedy a stressful week, tonight I required something a bit more potent to relieve my tension.
Pressing my lips against hers in a passionate kiss, I slid my hands d
own her tits, ribs, and waist, until my fingers found the fleshy curve of her hips. Tightening my grip on her skin, I pulled her off me and tossed her backward into the mattress.
A gasp passed through her lips and, for a moment, I thought she might complain about my roughness. To my surprise and delight, she didn’t. In fact, she gave me a wicked smile as she propped herself on her elbows and brazenly parted her knees giving me an unobstructed view of her massive tits and shaved pussy.
My mouth watered at her brazen invitation. Although I couldn’t remember her name and knew I wouldn’t be able to recall her face tomorrow, her attitude would forever be engraved in my brain, and I wanted to make sure that once she left this hotel room, I would be branded in her mind as well.
With my eyes locked with hers, I crawled to the middle of the king size bed where she was waiting. Her chest rose and fell with anticipation and my cock pulsed in the same cadence. Once she was within reach, I grabbed one of her feet and brought her ankle to my lips.
She moaned and sighed and whispered my name as I kissed, licked and nibbled my way up her leg. The closer I got to her center, the louder the sounds became and soon they were reverberating through the walls like the sexiest soundtrack ever composed. Still holding her gaze, I pushed my tongue out of my mouth just enough to touch her folds.
The sweet taste of her juices was enticing and urged me to go faster than what I had originally planned. Before I knew it, I was eating her like a starving man at a feast. Her moans were loud, her hands fisted my hair and mine found their way to her center.
“Oh, shiiiit!” she cried as I pushed one and then two fingers inside her pussy.
As my fingers fucked their way in and out of her body, my mouth drifted upward to her clit. Another delighted cry exited her mouth as my lips and tongue started to circle and pleasure the little nub. She clawed at my back and begged me not to stop with a desperation that fueled my desire—and my cock—to an uncomfortable level. All I wanted at that moment was to feel her come in my mouth and then fill her, once more, with my pleasure.
When that sweet moment finally arrived, her cries filled the room, and her juices did the same to my mouth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the exquisite victory of bringing a gorgeous woman to a second orgasm and the incredible anticipation of what was to come.
That precious moment, however, was tainted by the annoying ringing of my cell phone. With fire in my eyes, I turned my gaze to the nightstand where the offending noise was coming from.
“You need to get that?” my delicious bedmate asked in a raspy, sexy tone.
Her question made a sideways smirk form in my lips as I pulled my gaze from away from the stupid device and focused all of my attention on her.
“No, baby. It’s my motto that the only thing important enough to interrupt a good fuck is death,” I stated as I removed my fingers from her center and glided my hands across her soft, olive skin. Then, in a low and decided tone, I added, “Since we’re both very much alive, the only thing I need right now is you on all fours.”
A full on sexy smile curled on her lips as she quickly followed my command and got into position. Ignoring the annoying noise, I crawled across the huge bed and positioned myself behind her. The sight of her ass propped up in the air like that was so enticing I couldn’t help but touch her. Placing my open palms on the soft skin of her ass cheeks, I squeezed and opened them as I put the tip of my rock-hard cock at her opening.
I kneaded her flesh and moved my hips in baby pulses against her, spearing her with my shaft just a little bit more every time before pulling back out. She was so wet, and I was so caught in the moment that I only realized that my phone had stopped ringing when her moans started to sound unchallenged around me.
Then, she looked over her shoulder at me and begged, “C’mon, baby. Fuck me like you mean it.”
My smirk doubled in size as I looked down at her golden eyes and slowly started pushing myself all the way inside. In a tone that was almost menacing, I asked, “Is that really what you want? For me to fuck you like I mean it?”
A spark shone in her eyes, and I knew I had made the right choice when I approached her at the hotel bar earlier that night. She was just as wild as I was, which told me that my already fun night was about to turn memorable.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I want,” she replied in a sexy whisper as I pulled myself out of her.
As soon as those words were out of her mouth, I smiled, grabbed her by the hip and slammed into her with every ounce of desire and stamina I had. She moaned, but before the sound was completely out of her lips, I rose my hand and slapped her firm, round ass which turned the sound into a delicious groan.
Waiting at her entrance for just a second, I looked at her in search of any sort of objection but saw only an approving smirk. Propelled by that, I dug my fingers into her skin a little deeper and started a satisfying cycle of pounding and spanking until her ass was a lovely shade of pink and my body was wound so tight with an approaching orgasm I thought I would explode.
The build-up started growing, my heart started pounding, and the room was filled with the sexiest sounds known to men. Then, as I felt her tighten around and my cock pulse with the prelude of my orgasm, my damned phone started ringing again.
A loud groan bubbled up from my chest as I forced myself to zoom out the sound and focused only on the delicious sensation bursting through every nerve cell in my body. As she cried something that vaguely resembled my name, I pulled out of her and stroke my cock until her ass was completely coated with my seed.
With my eyes closed, I tuned out the ringing phone, her loud cries and everything else until only the numbing pleasure pumping in my veins remained. The sensation was heavenly and exactly what I needed after a week packed with traveling and boring meetings.
Once my mind was clear and my feelings had returned, I opened my eyes to a silent room and my little brunette devil laying on her stomach with a sated smile on her lips and her golden eyes on me. “Mind getting me something to clean that mess up?” she asked in a playful tone.
“Actually, I do,” I said with a raised brow. “I think you should stay that way until you get home. Remember where I’ve been and what I’ve done.”
A soft chuckle bubbled up from her chest, and she lightly shook her head. “If you think I’ll need that to remember you by, you probably weren’t in the same fuck I was. It was memorable, and I’ll remember it forever.”
With my ego sufficiently boosted, I chuckled, gave her a kiss on the lips and got up to get her a wet washcloth from the bathroom.
“Are you going to be in town much longer?” she asked in a hopeful tone as I returned to the bedroom of my penthouse suite.
I pulled in a deep breath but tried to keep my smile as steady as possible as I approached her with the washcloth in hand. From the moment I started talking to her at that bar, I knew this conversation would happen. Regardless of age, color or profession, the common denominator of every woman I’ve ever bedded was that they always wanted more.
I, on the other hand, have never wanted more from anyone in my entire life. For forty-two years, I’ve been a happy bachelor and proud to never have had a long-term relationship with anyone other than my secretary. However, I’m not a jerk and telling girls—especially the ones who’ve given me a great time such as this one—that there’s no tomorrow for us and that she’ll be forgotten exactly two seconds after she walks out of my door still makes me feel like shit.
But that was an unnecessary evil. Although I still had over a week in NYC, my schedule was so damn full I had no time—or interest—to spend with someone who wasn’t in a position to further my family’s business—no matter how young, wild and hot they were. I was in this city to close deals and make money; that was it.
Just as I steeled myself for the unpleasant conversation ahead, my phone started ringing again. A look of disappointment flashed in her eyes as I shifted my gaze from her face to the nightstand holding my device.
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Since we’re no longer fucking, I guess you’ll have to answer that, right?” she asked with a sigh.
With an almost relieved smirk on my lips, I shrugged and reached for the device. As I brought the phone to my ear, my delightful bedmate started cleaning herself up, and I simply couldn’t look away. Her body was just that beautiful.
“Hello,” I said into the speaker without even looking who the caller was first.
“Mr. Benjamin Walker?” a woman asked on the other side of the line. After I had confirmed that it was me, she cleared her throat and then said, “Hello, sir. My name is Jennifer Lee, and I’m calling from Cedars-Sinai Medical Center.” My brows pulled together at the introduction, and the grim tone of her voice as she continued made a shiver go down my spine. “I’m sad to inform that your father, Mr. Kevin Walker, suffered a massive heart attack this afternoon at his home and was rushed to our care. Despite our team’s best efforts, we were unable to save him. He passed away at two-twenty-eight.”
He passed away, I repeated in my head, completely stunned. Dad’s dead.
Tears pooled in my eyes for the first time since my mother died fifteen years ago and I instantly pulled my gaze away from the naked woman in my hotel bed and stood up, disgusted at myself that I was fucking while my father—the only family I had left—was dying. I grabbed my pants and put them on, no longer comfortable being naked in front of her. Then, I paced back and forth while I listened to Jennifer Lee explain to me that as Dad’s next of kin there were decisions I had to make.
