“Can you both stop this?” I said, standing between them. “Max, tell me what is so urgent that you couldn’t say it in front of our guests.” Max eyes softened, and his face appeared sad. He just stared into my eyes for a long minute.
“Well, get on with it, man,” Charles interrupted. Max’s face and voice reacted to Charles.
“How do I say this delicately?” He took another pull on the cigar as Charles and I waited.
“Use your usual bull-in-the-china-shop approach,” I interrupted. “We are all adults.”
“You are the daughter of St. John’s late wife,” he blurted out.
I wanted to faint. I wanted to cry, but most of all I wanted to die. I didn’t want to hear this from Max. What I had overheard at the door of the library was about me. “You have to tell her, Charles,” the doctor had said to Charles in the library.
I switched my attention to Charles. “Is this true? Why didn’t you tell me, Charles?” I gazed at him with concentrated loathing. “Are you my father?”
“You’re not my daughter. I didn’t need to tell you because I’m not your father.”
“I deserved to know who my mother was. You could have said something.”
“I wanted to, Alex. But I needed you, and I thought that you would reject me. I have nothing to say except that I’m sorry.”
I looked at Charles. Exhaustion overwhelmed me. “What happened? Why did she put me up for adoption?”
“She had gotten pregnant in high school by a football jock. I was off to college, and we were to be married after I had graduated and received my inheritance. I didn’t find out about you until we were married. We tried to have a child of our own, but she was unable to conceive. We tried to find you, and when we did, you were a teenager, so we paid for your living expenses and college, making sure you wanted for nothing. When your mother died, I lost track of you, and then you showed up at my hotel looking for a job.
“It was remarkable how much you looked like my wife—your mother—and I began to investigate, and that’s when I discovered that you and Maximilian were lovers and you were Anna’s daughter. It was innocent at first, but then it was amazing how much you and she were alike. I began to relive my life again through you.” I pulled away.
Remembering how I cared for this man, I walked back to him. I passed my hand along his jaw. He held it and brought my hand to his mouth, and then, turning the palm to his lips, he lowered his head and kissed it. I turned to face Max, knowing that I had made a big mistake and hoping he would forgive me.
“Don’t leave me, Alex. I need you,” Charles cried out as I ran to Max and buried my head into his chest.
“I have three people who need me more. You have had your life and love. I need to have my love and my memories too.” I turned away, walking with my head lowered, clutching Max’s hand. He led me through the doors of Charles’s mansion, where he had a limo waiting in front. We were silent, and I would not release his hand. I needed the security of Max.
Charles stood at his front door, holding back his tears, and said, “If Max is foolish enough to let you get away, I’ll be waiting.”
We slipped into the limo with Max still holding my hand tight.
Leaning close, I lay my head against his chest, glancing up at him in silence. My thoughts could be read in my eyes. What a beautiful, sexy man I have. He must be a saint to put up with a spoiled brat like me.
***
It had been a long, exhausting day and night. When I woke, Max was carrying me from his private jet to his limo. It was a blur. All I remembered was waking to the sound of rain. I peeped out of the panoramic windows, which were devoid of curtains, and saw tall pine trees. Through the trees sunlight stole into the bedroom, and I knew we were in Montana. “Hi there, sleepyhead. How long are you going to lie there?” Max said, leaning against the doorframe from the sitting area to his bedroom. “I have a camping trip planned.”
I smiled and said, “I hope it’s not today and there are no bugs. You know how I hate bugs.”
“I can’t promise you that there will be no bugs. There will be one, and that’s me. And no, it’s not today.” He sat on the edge of the bed and crawled into it. “I love you, Alex. When can we marry and make it legal? Because what I plan to do to you in bed isn’t legal in some states.” He gave a wink. The glint in Max’s eyes made me hot. My hands reached under his pajama top and trailed down his chest.
“You have been working out, I see.” My head lowered to his chest, and I kissed each muscle. Then my lips eased around his nipple and I bit one hard. He reached for my head and gently gathered a handful of hair, pulling it back and raising my face to his.
“You have been holding out on me,” he said with his dimples carving vertical lines into each side of his jaw. “I think we should enter into another contract. You have skills you have been holding back,” he said, showing a slanted smile.
My Mr. Black had finally become my Prince Charming, the slayer of dragons, who rescued me and took me to his castle.
“Whenever and wherever you want, I’m open to anything.”
“Anything?” he said with a wicked grin. “Well, it’s been some time, and I need to try you out first. You’re like one of my sports cars, sleek and beautiful but a little fragile. I need to know how you handle around the curves.” He placed his hands on my hips, caressing them and causing my skin to tingle.
His hands moving slowly, making love to my clit, he inserted his finger into my vagina. His sinful jade eyes followed my nipples as they rose when he placed two fingers in me, causing arousal of the basest kind, where I would let him tie me up and spank me, and I would satisfy him with whatever he desired all night until he had sated his needs.
He nipped at my neck, his mouth and tongue tickling my underarms. His lips found mine, and my mouth opened wide, waiting for his tongue to find its way and then devouring it. “I need a closer inspection,” he said, raising his head. His mouth sucked my nipples until they peaked with wanton desire, then he moved his lips over my stomach.
Stopping him with my finger placed in front of his lips, I looked down on him. “I have to tell you something first.”
“I hope you haven’t become celibate, because I can’t wait to feel the inside of you and taste your sweet pussy.” I missed his not-so-delicate way of expressing his love for me.
“I’m…I’m pregnant.” His eyes widened and he began to laugh.
“When were you going to tell me?”
“Soon,” I said, lowering my eyes.
His brow narrowed and furrowed. “You know you have been a bad girl, and if you weren’t with child, I would place you over my knee and use these large hands to paddle your beautiful ass.” He raised his hands, placed them on my stomach, and caressed it lovingly. He didn’t ask whose child; somehow he knew. But most of all he knew that I could never be unfaithful to him, and he had never been to me.
Our bond was that deep.
“I need you so bad. I want to have your dick inside me.”
“I don’t think I should,” he said, excited that I was making the advances. “You know I’m not that kind of man.”
“What kind are you?”
“The kind that will not take advantage of a damsel in distress, but you look like a beautiful innocent flower.” He bit my nipple. “And I intend to enjoy the beauty of your petals before I pluck them.”
“It’s safe.” I pulled him to me and placed his hands between my legs. “Now do what you do best, Mr. Black.” His hands moved around in a circle with his fingers teasing my bud until it stood hard.
“It’s ripe for the taking,” he announced. He eased between my legs, and his tongue brushed up and down until his mouth covered my bud. He licked me slowly, then quickly. Then he nibbled it softly and began to suck it until I screamed, “I’m coming.”
When I uttered those words, he reached for my breasts and fingered each nipple, and then like a vise his fingers pinched them until I became so aroused that I had my second orgasm
.
I felled back against the pillow, breathing hard and shouting, “Max, Max, I want more.”
He stood, untied the string to his pajama bottoms, and let them drop. Stepping out of them, he faced me with his dick hard and erect. He inched onto the bed and straddled me. As he looked down, my body ached from the absence of him inside me. He lived inside of my body as I lived for his touch.
His greedy mouth and hands moved quietly and patiently until his mouth found my mound. My legs parted, waiting for him to shove his hard shaft into my greedy vagina. Every so often he glanced up, focusing on my belly, which carried his child, but he found himself hesitating. I knew that he didn’t want to hurt me, but we needed each other like fish need the oceans and the oceans need water.
“You won’t hurt me.” I anticipated his thoughts. I rose and pushed him backward and hungrily forced his penis into my mouth. His pulse beat fast, and the ridges of my lips felt the motion. I placed my hand around his penis and pulled his erection from my mouth and slid it around my lips and without any hands, my mouth grasping to hold on it. I worked my mouth up and down and used my hands to caress his hard thighs.
Breathless, he said, “Oh, you do have skills.”
Sucking his shaft, I held on to his hard buttocks and helped him lean it into my mouth. The upward motion of his body excited me, and I began moving with him. Up and down he thrust his hard shaft forward, and I took all of it. It was a feeling I hadn’t had in some time. It was wonderful, giving and controlling. The feeling was long forgotten, but once it occurs, it’s like riding a bike; you never forget how.
“What are you doing to me? I can’t come now. Don’t make me come, Alex. I want to savor all of this.” I reached around and caressed his hard ass, pressing my nails into each cheek and dragging them down until skin broke.
I felt come ease out of his body, and my jaws tightened around his dick. He let out a hard groan. “I’m coming, Alex. But I’m not satisfied, and I know that you’re not.” He faced me, and with his come easing down my mouth, he wiped it away with the sheet and he kissed me.
As I looked into his eyes, he inserted his penis into my vagina. His swollen dick felt as if it rose into my chest. With a slow rhythm he thrust deeper. I tightened my legs around his waist and rode his body, sinking my mound above his and grinding on it until I felt where his dick began and ended.
Exhausted, he fell into my arms, reaching for my swollen breasts, and softly his tongue massaged my tips, making them large. He glanced at me. “I better enjoy them now because soon I will have to share them. I don’t like to share the things I love with anyone but I will make an exception this time,” he stated with a gleam in his eyes. I could see my body fading into the dark hue of his iris. He cupped my breasts with his hands and lowered his mouth to my tits and sucked them ever so carefully. My vagina heated to its boiling point, and I felt the warmth of fluid release as I saw Max’s penis rise and pulsate.
And Max dissolved into a deep sleep with his head lying in the middle of my breasts.
***
Alex woke the next morning expecting Max to have disappeared, but he was lying close behind her, nuzzling her body. His arms draped over her stomach, and his nose lay in her hair. In his sleep, his head moved to her ear as he placed a small kiss on her neck, and his hand caressed her stomach. She placed her hand over his, and he felt the warmth of it and opened his eyes.
Compelled by his love and the desires he harbored for Alex, he touched her face, her hair, her breasts, and her stomach. She turned, facing him, and Max’s finger made a circular motion around her lips, as if his finger was a brush and he would paint a picture. Each touch he made with his fingertips on the ridges of her plump lips caused a rise in his manhood.
A sound from her smartphone indicated that she had an e-mail. “Go ahead, Alex. Read your e-mails. I need to take a shower, and then we can resume our honeymoon.” He sat with his back to Alex, his body naked and his legs dangling on the floor.
Alex smiled, trailing kisses across Max’s back. “We aren’t married yet.”
Max stepped from under the covers. His body overexcited and his permanent erection still prominent, he stood facing her. “You know you need to do something with that,” she said, pointing to his erection. Max headed back to the bed. “No. Go.” Alex waved him on. “The commercials said that if you have an erection for over four hours, then you need to see a doctor.” They both laughed, and Max entered the shower.
Alex opened the text. It was a message from Charles. She sighed. “What now?”
Alex. I know u r happy. I don’t know how to make up for what I put u through with my selfish behavior. Please forgive me.
There was another text shortly after, and Max exited the shower with his hair wet and a white towel hooked around his waist. He saw the pain on Alex’s face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. What could be wrong? I have never been this happy,” she said, holding her now prominent belly with one hand and the phone in the other. She didn’t want to hide anything from Max. “There are a few texts from Charles, and I’m going to read them.” She patted the indent where his body had lain. Max sat on the side of her and gazed at the screen.
Alex. I have ur mother’s jewelry and I want u to have them for ur daughter. There is also her will. She left everything to u.
They each glared at the other, and Alex blurted out, “A will?”
Max shouted, “No. Charles did that on purpose.”
The farther away Charles appeared to be in Alex’s life, the closer he inched.
The End
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