Making Her Mine

by Mia Mills

  For some odd reason, he changes his thrusts a little bit, opting for quick and shallow thrusts instead of the deep ones. I continue to grab his hair, feeling his sweat on my back.

  I start to moan his name over and over again, no longer caring if people might be able to hear. After all, this is a suite of its own. I think I can get away with being very, very noisy.

  Before long, he manages to cum inside me again and, once he pulls out, I feel the cum drip from my pussy down to my thigh and onto the carpet.

  “Oh shit, we stained the carpet,” I tell him.

  He laughs at me and nods a bit, kissing my forehead gently. “It’s fine. We’ll clean it out. I got plenty of sheets for you to mark. I’m going to make you stain everywhere.”

  I sigh in relief that he’s not pissed off about that. I mean, it’s his fault that the sheets are dirty. He knows I squirt a lot when we fuck. He won’t be able to hold that to me for accountability.

  One quick turn around and I’m face to face with Mr. Endurance yet again. I run my finger over his chest as if he’s done something naughty…Which he has. I bite his nipple a bit and giggle.

  “What was that for?” He asks.

  “That was for playing with my body, you brute!” I exclaim before laughing again.

  He laughs at me as we make our way back to the soiled bed. I help him take off the sheets and replace them with new ones so we can finally go to sleep. Not that we’re both mentally sleepy, but our bodies are just tired from all the fucking.

  Eventually, everything is settled, and we’re both on the bed, holding each other as if we are going to die without each other’s warmth. I sigh into his arms before kissing his chest gently.

  “Have you ever thought of getting married?” I ask him, just being curious and wanting a conversation, that’s all.

  He chuckles at me and looks down towards my face. “Now what kind of a question is that?”

  “I’m just curious. Like, have you ever thought of the woman you want to marry? Or maybe the kind of wedding you want to have? Something like that?”

  He thinks about it for a moment before smiling widely at me. “Honestly? No, I haven’t. I don’t really have a dream girl, and I don’t think about weddings. They look like a hassle to me. I hear most women do that, though.”

  I gasp and slap his arm. “That’s sexist!”

  “It’s the truth!” He laughs and kisses my forehead. “I don’t mind it though. If it’s something you enjoy doing, I won’t stop you. I want you to imagine the most lavish wedding you can think of, and I’ll make it happen.”

  I pause for a moment before frowning at him in confusion. “What do you mean by that?”

  “I mean…” He starts as he gently strokes a bit of hair off my face, “…If you want the most beautiful wedding, I will do my best to give it to you.”

  The blush on my face just gets redder at his comment. I can’t believe this at all. He's not serious, is he?

  “I’m serious,” he comments as if hearing my thoughts.

  I kiss him tenderly and groan, hugging him tightly as I do. “Okay…One day.”

  “One day,” he repeats before pinning me down again.

  I whine a bit at him. “Again?”

  “One last…” He says before kissing down to my chest.

  He starts to circle my nipple with his tongue and licking it happily. I rock against him as I feel his hand slip between my fingers to diddle me again. My body is responding actively despite being so tired already.

  Every time he touches me, it’s like a switch just turns on, and I am instantly in the zone yet again. I start to move my crotch against his fingers, rubbing it desperately to feel more pleasure. I start zoning out, now starting to feel it as he pushes his finger into my pussy again.

  The way he moves his fingers feels like he’s already mapped out the entirety of my body. The way his licks make me feel is incredible. No other man can pleasure me like he does.

  Slowly, his wicked tongue moves down to my navel. He teasingly licks it, knowing full well that I like it. I squirm under his touch, from both the tongue and the fingers.

  Soon, his tongue travels down again, now lapping over my entire pussy line. I spread my legs for him, urging him to keep going.

  The more he touches me, the more my moans start to get louder again. I buck my hips up, pushing my pussy into his hot mouth.

  “I can’t stop wanting you…” He whispers in my pussy before licking the clit.

  The reaction is immediate. I groan loudly as his tongue circles my clit. Then, the sucking begins, and I am left with no more sounds coming from my mouth, the sign that I am with utmost pleasure.

  He moves slow, very slow, ensuring that he prolongs the agony of me waiting for that dick to push inside my cunt. He looks up at me as he continues to lick up and down my newly-hardened clit.

  “Say that you love me…” He says.

  “Mmm—I love you…” I say to him back, almost begging.

  “Do you want me inside you?” He asks.

  I nod in frustration. “Yes! Yes, I want you!”

  “But I thought you’re tired…” He comments.

  “Fuck me, Sean! Please!!” I beg.

  As soon as those words escape my lips, I feel my pussy muscles stretch again to accommodate him. It doesn’t even need to stretch that much anymore by how much we’ve been fucking.

  His thrusts are slow and deep, almost lazily thrusting inside. I wrap my legs around his waist to send him deeper into my pussy.

  Sean’s hands take my breasts and squeeze it as he starts to thrust in deeper inside me. His mouth goes over mine as we make out heatedly. I’m beginning to get addicted to his touch.

  He gives me several hard thrusts in my cunt before pulling it out completely. A surprising feeling suddenly shakes me when he slips it into my asshole instead. I scream against his mouth.

  “W-Wrong hole!” I scream at him, tears falling down my cheek again.

  “Just relax…” He whispers, thrusting again.

  He thrusts a few more times into my ass before pulling out completely again, now slipping it into my pussy. I throw my head back at the feeling of it. I feel so dirty, but it feels so damn good.

  He rocks his hips and fucks both my holes, alternating between my pussy and my ass. I begin to feel the familiar shockwaves as he plays with both.

  With a loud moan, I squirt all over the new sheets, coming from him fucking me in both holes. My pussy and ass muscles clench, making him growl in pleasure.

  He finally comes into my pussy, then continues coming into my ass.

  I am completely filled. He came so much inside that, if I weren’t on the pill, he would’ve gotten me pregnant already.

  He kisses me tenderly before pulling out for good, this time. I feel his arms wrap around me and I lay on his chest, no longer able to stop the feeling of tiredness.

  As we lay together there, I cling to him and slowly drift to sleep with him whispering “I love you’s” to my ear.

  Chapter 19

  Sean

  I type in my texts for Maya and press send without hesitating. I keep on uncontrollably fidgeting my right leg because of the anxiousness. We had such a great time last night, and I don’t want to fuck things up.

  Fuck. I sigh.

  It definitely sounds unpleasant to anyone who hears of this: a staff in an organization is sleeping with the boss. But honestly, I don’t care about what others think. Maya has the right to know the truth.

  But is this the right time?

  It’s never my intention to ever hurt her, but I just can’t let her know my real identity. I am actually afraid of letting her down because I really do love her, even that we only accidentally meet a couple of days before.

  Damn, if I never have the chance to escape the crazy blonde hottie from accepting her boring blowjob, I would have never met Maya. I believe now that there’s always a reason for things to happen after all.

  To be fair, I am technically not l
ying when I told Maya that I am at work right now. But of course, I just can’t tell her honestly yet what job I do.

  In fact, I never share with anyone about it since the first day that I got here in Eagle Point, but news spreads like a virus nowadays. I know that it’s inevitable and I have to tell her who I really am.

  I know that the people I am meeting here know that I am a Harrington. For now, I just hope the news is not yet knocking on Maya’s door because it will actually break her heart if I don’t say it first.

  What am I gonna fucking do at this point? I deeply sigh.

  Suddenly, there is a loud knock on my office door.

  “Come in.” I calmly say as I position myself properly on my swivelling chair.

  “Do you need anything, Mr. Harrington?” My secretary peeks her head from the slightly open door.

  “Um…I did not call you.”

  “I know sir, just wanna check up on you from time to time.” She smiles as she grabs the doorknob. “If you need anything, just call my attention.” She adds.

  “Yeah, maybe just a glass of whiskey will do,” I smirk.

  “Any requests? What—”

  “Bring me a Michter’s Celebration Sour Mash whiskey please.” I cut her off.

  She pauses for a second, jotting it down on her Ipad.

  “Alright, Mr. Harrington. I’ll bring your fix in a minute.” She replies and disappears.

  I slightly slouch my back on the chair and grab a stress ball to squeeze. I throw it on the wall, making it bounce back, and catch it with my hand repeatedly.

  My mind is full of chaos right now, thinking whether to confess or not should’ve been the last of my concerns. I know better not to mix business and personal. I am way in my head when I should just be taking care of the resort.

  Quite frankly, it’s imperative for me to take care of my woman, but when they’re always asking for money and expensive nonsense gifts makes me think that she is a gold digger which I fucking hate the most.

  Gold diggers are the reason why my parents decided to call it quits, and ever since then, I always think that money can indeed break homes and hearts as well.

  Maya doesn’t strike me the type of girl who is into a guy’s money, it’s usually apparent that a girl is after my money when she expects me to shower her lots and lots of gifts in exchange for sex.

  Now, it’s not like I don’t like I don’t enjoy the sex—believe me, I fucking love fucking.

  Don’t get me wrong, I also like showering a woman with lots of gifts—especially Maya since she’s very precious to me.

  But when it comes to her, she’s not expecting me to give her anything but love, caring, and simply spending a tremendous amount of time with her which I honestly enjoy as well.

  As I swing my swivel chair around, I hear a couple of knocks on the door. This time, I’m sure it’s my secretary.

  “Here is your whiskey, Mr. Harrington.” She enters the room and gently places a bottle of whiskey and glass with lots of ice on my table.

  “Thank you so much, Ashley,” I say as I grab the glass and starts pouring the whiskey.

  “You’re welcome, Mr. Harrington. Just call me if you need anything.” She smiles.

  “Sure.” I briefly say and sips the alcohol on the glass.

  Ashley leaves the room and closes the door.

  I am alone again with my thoughts of anxiety and doubts. I tilt my glass and pours another round of whiskey on my glass.

  Maybe I should just tell Maya the truth since she gained my trust ever since the day we got to know each other. She doesn’t ask me for anything but just cuddles, trips to the mountain and skiing down the mountain with her, and to simply just be there with her, which is the most important thing for me.

  As I pour down another shot of whiskey, my head turns to my side and looks at the clock, and it says it’s 5 minutes before 6 o’clock in the evening. I glance at my table and unlocks my phone which has 2 missed calls and 3 messages. All of it is from Maya. I wonder why she called and sent like frantic. What is happening?

  I open the message, and I almost jump out of my swivel chair.

  Meet me at Tomatoes Pizza at 7pm sharp. Xoxo

  I’m here now, where are you?

  Sean, please tell me you didn’t forgot our dinner date because I’m gonna be so pissed.

  Fuck, my mind totally lapsed from the chaotic thoughts I had. I can’t believe I just forgot about our dinner date, how does that happen?

  I type in a message.

  Be right there in 5 mins.

  I hit send as I rush myself to put on my coat and gather my stuff and I place it all in my pocket. I face the mirror in my office and comb my messy hair backward and hopefully pull out a sleek and handsome look. Well, not to brag, but I honestly look handsome even when I’m not forcing to.

  My heart pounds faster as I quickly prop open the door to my office and walk out. Ashley is outside on her working space and chuckles.

  “Mr. Harrington looks like you forgot to view your schedule tonight.” She smiles that she’s preventing herself to laugh.

  “I know Ashley, and it’s your fault that you didn’t remind me an hour early,” I say sarcastically.

  “I jot down your schedule for tonight, you just forget to view it on your device.” She chuckles.

  “I know, I know. I’m leaving now, make sure to take care of the place before you go home.” I command.

  “Yes Mr. Harrington, I’ll take care of everything. Enjoy your night.” She smiles and slightly bows her head.

  I open the door and walk out in the freezing snow once again. I will never get used to this weather, and as I exhale, fog comes out of my lips. It’s fucking cold outside, when will this nightmare end?

  I’m actually excited for tonight’s dinner date with Maya now that I remember it. I just have to know where exactly this restaurant is. I grab my phone and open Maps as I type in the name of the restaurant which happens to be nearby.

  I got to roam around the whole place for years now, but it seems that Maya knows the mountains like the back of her palm. She spent most of her childhood here, which I find awesome because it looks like we’re actually meant to meet in the future that is happening now.

  I finally arrive at the restaurant, and I see Maya who has a slightly pouted face flashing on me. I approach her table and kisses her forehead.

  “Sorry I’m late.” I sheepishly smile.

  “Oh it’s alright, I already ordered.” She smiles, “And I ordered the most expensive meals, to make you pay for seemingly standing me up.”

  I sigh, feeling very happy that she is absolutely understanding.

  “Do you want anything?” She asks and calls the attention of the waiter.

  The waiter arrives at our table, and I tell him my orders which mostly consisted of a lot of liquid courage. Maya smiles at me and chuckles.

  “You’re work must be really tiring today, huh?” She teases.

  “Yeah, absolutely.” I laugh.

  We both talk about a lot tonight while enjoying the moment that we get to spend time with each other. The thing is, I still don’t have the guts to tell her about the truth about me.

  I have to tell her. Hopefully soon enough.

  Chapter 20

  Mariah

  I go back from accompanying different guests as they glide down the mountains. This day is very hectic. Almost all of our guests today consists of large families who want to spend their Christmas vacation in the snow.

  Whenever I ski, I totally get lost track of time that sometimes I actually forget to actually have a break in the middle of the day.

  As the families go back inside the ski resort, I imagine what their routines are like. Sitting in the fireplace, ordering room service and warming themselves with a hot bath. Most of them think it’s so freezing outside and it’s a letdown, with the marvel of cold around them.

  I keep on thinking about Sean nonstop today. Our dates were amazing, especially last night, even though he was
pretty late. I choose the restaurant since I know, it’s just around the corner, but he still fails to arrive early.

  All in all, I’m still glad I get to spend time with the most handsome guy ever, who I just accidentally met since I always plan to ski on top of the mountains.

  I hope that he doesn’t break my trust—and my heart because I can admittedly say that I am falling deeply in love with his gorgeous charms. I smile to myself, knowing that I have the luxury to meet him whenever I want.

  Even though I don’t have much free time, he still finds time just to see me, and that’s more important to me than anything in this world.

  I open the wooden door to the entrance, and I see Khloe standing on her feet, pointing her index finger at her wristwatch. The clock strikes 12 in the afternoon, and I nod my head in agreement, knowing what it means without saying anything.

  “Come on let’s have lunch. I’m hungry.” She finally speaks up as she puts her hands on her belly and rubs it.

  “Yeah, it’s 12 already.” I rant.

  “Alright, I’ll buy our food first,” I say while putting back the skiing equipment in their proper places.

  “No need.” Khloe points her finger at the table which has Chinese takeout’s.

  “Oh, you don’t have to buy an—” I get cut off by Khloe’s fingers, signaling me to stop.

  “Just say thanks!” she chuckles, “I know I’m such a good friend.”

  We both laugh and take the food inside the staff’s lounge, and we start to eat. As I open a box of the takeout’s, Khloe smiles at me.

  “So, how is your relationship going?” She smiles like she’s teasing me.

  “It’s pretty good, to be honest.” I briefly answer.

  “Just good? Come on Maya, tell me juicy stuff. I’m listening, and I’m very curious.” She says while stuffing herself with food.

  “Well…” I start to say. “I feel great when I spend my free time with him…and he also enjoys spending time with me,” I reply as I slowly chew my food.