by Eva Luxe
“Okay,” she said. “Thank you…”
“For what?” I asked, puzzled that she thanked me.
“Being so considerate, you know, for a rich guy with an appetite that needs a baby and all.” She threw me that cute smile again, the sweetest I’d ever seen.
I inserted the head of my cock into her pussy and slowly allowed her to guide me inside.
"You're so hot," Stacy rasped, fidgeting against me.
Her insides gripped me and I had to give her a playful little pinch to the thigh to remind her not to do that.
"Bad girl, you're not supposed to clench. Push against me or else it can hurt."
She chuckled and pushed against me in waves, pausing for a moment to hug my cock with her damp soft flesh. I sunk deep inside her, keeping myself sane as I got deeper within her.
When I reached the limits of her pussy, I paused.
“Are you okay so far?” I asked, preparing for the best part.
Stacy’s breathing became more ragged and sporadic.
“Y-yes,” she stuttered in a mixed moan.
The petal of her virginity stopped me, and I felt the hotness under my skin. Slowly, I pushed forward until I broke her; she was mine now.
Stacy’s eyes shot open and she bit her lip again.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
Why was I even concerned? I wondered. I only needed her to have a baby for me.
“Yeah,” she swallowed, “Just getting used to your size. You’re big, remember?” she said in hurried gasps.
“I’m gonna go slow. Hold on, you’ll love it in a second.”
“You better be right.”
My cock didn’t do a damn thing. Her pussy slowly lured me into her depths, coating me with her honey, drugging me with her scent. The deeper I went, the tighter it got.
I gasped. “Fuck, you’re tight. Too tight, you’re gonna choke the cum out of me,” I hissed, fighting the urge not to ram her up and down and all around my bedroom. It was sound proof, so that didn’t sound like a bad idea.
I bumped up against her limits, and her eyes fluttered open. The most guttural moan oozed from her lips, signaling that she was ready. I was crammed tight all the way inside her, completely filling up her tight pussy that was stretched all the way open for me.
I leaned down to her ear and whispered, “Sounds like you’re ready to get a thorough fucking.”
“Yes, please,” she pleaded. “Please thoroughly fuck me.”
I never had an easier time fulfilling a request.
Chapter 18 – Stacy
Grant Carter looked sexier without clothes than with them. Not like I was too surprised. He had hidden tattoos you wouldn’t have seen unless his shirt was off. He must’ve been a chest of secrets.
Like I was, too?
Grant took his time sinking down into my pussy. Wow, I finally got to have my cherry popped. It didn’t hurt like I thought it would either. A little pinch, anyone could survive that. Now he said it was just fun and games from here on out. And I was beginning to believe him.
His cock felt fantastic inside me, I gripped him so hard that I could feel every ridge, bump, and crook of his cock.
He began a slow rhythm and I cursed him for it.
“God, it feels so good, harder. Go faster,” I demanded, grabbing his broad strong shoulders. Those things felt like metal.
“You’re gonna be sore after this,” he warned, smirking. He knew damn well he wanted to drive that cock of his three feet deep into me. My core was burning for more of him; there were no thoughts or consciousness at this point. All that was on my mind was his cock.
“I don’t care,” I growled.
This new swirl of sensations had me hopelessly dangling on the edge. I was greedy as a slut for more. The pleasure from his cock slamming into me made every sense heightened, and my nipples hard as a diamond.
He cocked an eyebrow and chuckled.
“You asked for it.”
His thrusts became more brutal, visceral and primal in nature.
I met each and every one of his thrusts with a death tight grip to his cock. This wasn’t just sex, it was a fight.
A war.
Who would do it better? Was there even a winner? At the end of it all, we’d both cum.
“Damn your pussy feels inescapable,” Grant said, pumping inside me. All I could think was how his seed would feel, shooting inside me…
“G-Grant! I think—I think I’m coming!” I said through gasps. I nearly choked on my own breath as the sensations rushed all the way through my body and particularly gathered at the nerve endings in my pussy.
“Fuck!” he grunted, slamming into me again and holding his position.
He slapped my ass, spanking it, saying, “You’re such a bad girl, letting me have your way with you. Letting me take you and claim you and do what I want to you.”
“Yes!” I called out. “Take me. Claim me.”
He grabbed my ass and spread my pussy lips even further apart as he continued to thrust in and out of me. This was even better than I’d imagined when I was at home, lonely, and thinking about him while touching myself.
I didn’t want to go back to that life without him in it. I wanted him to spread me open and stick his huge cock in me and fuck me over and over, always. I wanted him to fill me up and stuff me full of his hard dick.
I began to feel the rise of another orgasm as he played with my clit while he fucked me. Then I felt his cock pulsing and throbbing inside me. As I came, I realized he was coming, too.
A new feeling flooded me. Literally. His seed had injected itself deep within me. It felt amazingly powerful, to just let myself go and let him shoot his cum into my willing pussy. I wouldn’t be surprised if he could get me pregnant during the very first damn time I’d ever had sex.
It was warm, odd, and sexually satisfying. He had really claimed me. Even if this was just a contract, I felt like I belonged to him.
Heh. I wasn’t that stupid though. Temporary euphoria, they called it?
Yeah, that was what this was. And temporary was the key word.
My body was a shaking, sweaty mess. Grant stuck his fingers into my pussy one more time and spread my pussy lips open wide.
“I put a nice looking creampie in you,” he said, sounding pleased with himself, as he should be, because he just rocked my world. “Let’s hope I put a baby in you, too.”
“Let’s hope,” I agreed.
Then Grant, being the invincible man he was, scooped up my lifeless body and shoveled it into the bed properly.
“How was your first go?” he asked.
“Amazing,” I answered honestly, feeling as if I could fall into a deep sleep.
And it really had been. It was something a girl could get used to. Except not this girl. I wouldn’t.
It was only about sex, I reminded myself. Sure, it felt as if I could give in and have something more with him, but that was foolish thinking.
Men, sex was what they wanted. All they wanted. Well, that and offspring, apparently. An heir to their fortune. I would have to remember that nothing good could come from wanting anything more than exactly what I’d signed on the dotted line to deliver: Grant’s baby.
Chapter 19 – Stacy
I woke up startled to see that Grant’s arms were snaked around mine. He was peacefully asleep and I glanced at the clock over his shoulder. Shit, it was already ten in the morning. I had a class in thirty minutes. In this part of town, I didn’t know how long it’d take me to get to school.
I hadn’t been sure what the hours of my new job were— nothing had been explained to me— and if I would be able to attend any classes or not. I hadn’t canceled them although I also didn’t have high hopes of being able to attend them since they were in the middle of the workday. But now, I supposed I wasn’t going to be working as Grant’s assistant after all. I was going to be carrying his child instead. I didn’t see a reason I couldn’t go to school while also performing that job duty.
So carefully, I slipped out of his big bed, working my way out of his arms, and picked up my dress from a table over by his bedroom door. How’d it end up way over— oh well, it was sex. Good sex at that. I was surprised it wasn’t hanging off the ceiling.
I glanced over at Grant, who was still sleeping like a baby. He didn’t look so big and bad while he was asleep. I fought the urge to chuckle out loud while getting dressed.
“Stacy?” Grant said, stretching. Damn it, I didn’t make a sound and he was already on to me. I sighed and walked over to him.
“Oh, hey there. How’d you sleep?” I said, hoping to steer off the subject of me leaving off for school. He didn’t need to know too much about me.
This wasn’t a relationship, only an agreement.
“Where are you headed off to this early?” he asked, looking me up and down. I frowned, thinking I should have known this was coming. Grant seemed like the possessive type.
“I’ve got a class to go to. I wasn’t sure if I could still go, but I figure since neither of us seems in a hurry to get to work today, I might as well go to class. And, I’m actually late,” I said, inching over to the bedroom door.
Grant sat up in the bed, his abs glistening in the warm sun light that shined through his tall clear glass windows.
I got stuck for a second marveling at them.
“Why don’t you let me take you—”
I waved my hand and shook my head. “No, I’m fine. Don’t you have some big bad corporation to run?”
I smiled and backed out the door. Grant swung his legs out of the bed. My cue to run, his cue to try and catch me.
“Aren’t you my personal assistant?” he asked. He got up, butt ass naked and looking fine, and went to his closet for clothes. Time to run.
“I thought I was your baby momma now.”
“You can’t be both?”
He sounded legitimately disappointed.
I guess he really had been interested in me for my professional skills, although I really didn’t have any to speak of.
“Well, I wasn’t sure what was up, exactly,” I answered him. “We can talk about it later. But, ciao for now, I gotta go.”
I heard him utter my name as I disappeared through his elevator door. But by the time it had dropped me off downstairs, all I could think about was getting to school on time. That, and the amazing way that Grant Carter had taken my virginity the night before.
Chapter 20 – Grant
The day was spent thinking about Stacy. I headed into the office and tried to forget about it, but that proved easier said than done.
And I didn’t even get a call from her as the day went on. Had I been thinking on the right track, I would’ve given her a personal phone to contact me with.
One that I could track at all times.
I wasn’t used to a woman ignoring me after I’d made love to her. Usually it was the reverse. And it had even been Stacy’s very first time. She was one tough cookie, but I was determined to crack her.
If I could ever find her again. Where was she? School didn’t take this long, did it? How did she ever think she could work for me and spend all this time in class?
I suppose I hadn’t even discussed her hours with her, or Willow. My last personal assistant had scaled back her hours during a pre-retirement phase, so I probably could work around a school schedule, if I had to. Maybe Stacy could do some work for me in the evenings.
Or, she could do a different kind of work for me all together. The type that consisted of riding my cock, a whole lot.
But only because I had to get her pregnant, after all. Not because I was falling for her. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.
After work, I returned to my penthouse to find it empty. She’d be back, I knew she needed the money. And she’d only get it when she was good and knocked up with my child.
It was past nine o’clock at night when Stacy breezed through the door, not a hint of concern on her face. I was tense, afraid something had happened to her. But I didn’t want to let on how attached to her I had already gotten. Emotions were dangerous when women were involved.
"Why are you so late?" I asked, my arms folded.
"I had class." She dropped her bag in the closet and kicked off her shoes. Stacy tilted her head, wondering why I looked displeased.
"That's it?"
"Yeah. Why? Something wrong?"
"Not gonna tell me what kind of class or where you're even attending school? And you even expect me to believe it takes that long to attend classes?”
My veins felt the blood rushing to my head. Was she cheating?
Already? I didn’t want to approach her about that. I knew she would say I had no right to claim her loyalty or commitment. But she still needed to bear my offspring. Stacy sat there with the most innocent look like nothing happened.
She’d been gone for about ten hours, and this was all she could tell me?
Stacy frowned and placed her hands on her hips. "What are you now, my father?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. She was keeping something from me.
"We have a contract," I reminded her, folding my arms.
"And I'm following it. It didn't say you got to stick your nose into all my business. You just need a baby and I need money. Leave it to that."
"I can't!" I shouted. Stacy backed up and sighed.
"You will. Now I have studying to do. Bye."
I couldn’t believe she was gone. And not just because we hadn’t gotten to have sex—it was a day missed without a chance to impregnate her. And it was a day for my cock to miss her, too.
I couldn’t believe how I had betrayed my state of mine to her like that. These emotions running through me. They were not normal. And I didn’t like them one bit.
Chapter 21 – Stacy
I didn’t leave Grant’s place; I just made him think I was. I figured that wouldn’t be fair; we had some attempted baby making to engage in. Plus, who knows if that crazy psycho from the bus stop was at my house— I planned to live out of the clothes in the backpack I used to take from school to Bar Seven and crash at Willow’s or Lindsey’s during the times I wasn’t here at Grant’s, until I was sure that creep was good and gone.
And, if I had to admit it to myself, I missed him— not that I would ever admit that to him of course, and in fact, it was part of why I had made it a point to seem cool, calm and collected while he was throwing his temper tantrum.
But, that just showed me that he had missed me too. Ha ha. I knew it. Or at least, I was beginning to suspect it.
I stomped down the hall and found a random empty room to study in. Inside were shelves stacked with a lot of books. It wasn’t dusty like your typical library, nor was it too light. It was filled with warm lighting and a slight scent of cinnamon. The book cases were made of some sort of expensive wood, knowing Grant, and gold molding in the corners.
“Wow, looks like he’s got some sort of taste,” I sneered to myself.
I locked the door behind me and sat down at the table in the middle.
“Damn it,” I hissed. I had forgotten my backpack out there with him.
Why did Grant make me feel so confused? All he needed was a baby, so why did he want to know so much about me?
It wasn’t like I was asking him his life story or his whereabouts.
I placed my head on the desk and glanced at the book case in front of me. It didn’t hurt to take a look. Getting up, I pulled down my dress that had ridden up while I’d been seated, and wandered over to one of his book cases.
One of the books he had was by Aristotle. He even had the Great Gatsby in his collection. Golden spines adorned some of his books as well. I loved books. Especially when I was done with dancing, I’d always crack open a book before dozing off.
Maybe that was one of the reasons I was still hanging on in college with good grades, despite my slow progress and frequent interruptions.
While I was flipping through his books, I heard the door knob jiggle behind me. The door
opened, and Grant strode inside.
“Stacy…” he started, not finishing his sentence.
“It figures you could open any door in your home,” I said. “I get that. But I just wanted some privacy.”
I turned back to the book in my hands and read a random page. Anything to get my mind off him and act uninterested. In reality, I felt a burning desire for him that I couldn’t quell no matter how much I tried.
“I understand,” he said, sitting down at the table I was at. Sighing, I turned around and stared him down. Didn’t the word privacy mean anything to him?
This was his home though, so that probably wasn’t an option. Giving up, I sat down next to him with the book I had pulled from his book case.
Grant turned around and turned me around as well by the shoulders. He began to knead at my knotted and twisted muscles. Damn, was I that stressed?
“You’re good with your hands, you know,” I said, feeling my body loosen up.
“I’ve been told that a lot,” he teased, a small chuckle under his breathe.
“Heh, guess so.”
Grant’s fingers dug into all the right places, making me moan as if we were having sex. It almost felt that good physically, too. God, he was that good. His scent began to swirl around my nose again, that manly mix of pine and sandalwood.
I fell into his trap; a daze of relaxation and temporary euphoria.
“You should understand my concern…” he began.
“Huh?” My mind was too busy spinning with the release of stress from my shoulder blades
“My sister. When she was five years old, she was kidnapped right in front of my parents and me. We thought we had lost her for good. But after a gruesome two weeks we got her back,” he explained, pressing my muscles into a gooey yummy sore mess.
“Really? I’m sorry about that.”
“Don’t apologize, you had nothing to do with that. I only want to let you know why I’d like to know where you are. You are going to be carrying my child,” he leaned in close to my ear, “really soon.”
