by Alexa Riley
Ignoring her, I grab Georgia and pull her towards me, cupping her face with my hands. I make her look up at me, her skin like silk on my fingertips.
“Come back to the suite with me. Stay with me and let me show you that you’re not some…” I take a deep breath, pissed that she ever thought she wasn’t the most precious thing I’ve ever touched. “…Some notch on my bedpost. Let me prove it to you.”
“I’m scared,” she finally admits, and I know it took a lot for her to utter those words. Georgia always seems so sure of herself, and I can’t help but love that she’s opening up to me and giving me another piece of her. I’m going to keep grabbing each piece she gives until I have them all.
“I’d never hurt you,” I try to reassure her. “I’m not a young man, Georgia. Hell, I’m more than twenty years older than you. I know what I want. I’ve done well with the things I’ve invested in. I see things others often don’t. It’s why I’ve been as successful as I’ve been. Some call it Vegas luck, but I don’t. I knew the moment I saw you, you were meant to be mine, and I also knew I’d have to fight to have you. I’m more than willing to do that if you make me. As you can see.” I nod to the side, indicating to the room in which we’ve found ourselves.
“You have nothing to fear from me. In fact, you should fear for anyone who would ever harm you. Their fate won’t be good when I get my hands on them. Or when I find out who’s hurt you.”
Her eyes water, and a tear slips out. I bend down and kiss it, stopping it in its tracks. As I do, I hear a small catch of her breath.
“I can give you a list if you like.” Peaches gives me a teasing smirk.
“Shit. I will not be an accessory after that fact,” Sam says, and I hear the door close behind her.
“You coming with me?” I ask, holding my breath. I’d let her walk out of here if she asked. She wouldn’t get far, because I’d always have a man on her. And wherever her ass landed, I wouldn’t be far behind. She’d find me every time she turned around until I finally wore her down. Until she got that I wasn’t going anywhere. That I wasn’t playing a game just to get under her skirt. Oh, I wanted under there, but I wanted everything else that came with it.
“Well, of course I’m coming with you. I haven’t even made my list of people that have wronged me,” she says matter-of-factly before placing a quick kiss on my lips and turning to leave.
I can’t help but shake my head. Jesus, she’s going to keep me on my toes.
Chapter Twelve
Peaches
I’m showing more confidence than I feel as we walk through the Golden Peacock lobby. Antonio has my hand firmly gripped in his, and I’m as close to him as possible without him carrying me.
My heartbeat is picking up, and I’m nervous as we enter the elevator. Seventy-five million dollars. I can’t believe he paid that for me.
“I would have paid a hundred times that.”
I look up at Antonio in shock, because it’s as if he just read my mind.
As he pushes me up against the elevator wall, I’m reminded of the last time we were in here—the pleasure that followed and then the need to leave. Everything about last time flashes through my mind right before his lips land on mine. When he’s just a breath away, he whispers against my mouth.
“A king would throw away his throne for a woman like you. If I were a king, I’d watch my country burn to ash just to have one more taste of your lips.”
All my fears and second thoughts disintegrate as his strong hands come up to hold my jaw, and his mouth melts into mine. I taste his warm tongue against mine and feel the power of his body pressing me to the wall. The hard ridge of his cock rubs against my core, like he’s looking for some kind of release.
I reach down and grip his cock through his slacks. When I make contact, he moans into my mouth, then grinds his hips against my palm.
His lips move down my jaw to my throat, where he licks me there. “Easy, Sweet Cream. I’m saving that for when I get inside you.” He gently takes my wrist and brings it up to the wall, pinning it behind me. He moves down, licking between my breasts, and I can’t help but close my eyes, loving the feel of his lips on my body.
“Antonio,” I beg, needing more of what only he can give me. I should probably be thinking about how we hardly know one another, or what our future will bring, but all I can do is feel.
I’ve thought and planned and second-guessed my entire life. Nothing has ever made me feel this good, and I don’t want it to go away. I’ve spent years deciphering everything around me, and I’m tired of it. If being with Antonio feels like this, then I never want to leave his side. I may have gotten scared and run, but he found me. And isn’t that what every girl wants? To be claimed?
I feel my feet lift off the floor, and suddenly I’m being carried. I barely open my eyes enough to see that we’re in the penthouse again and headed towards the bedroom.
His lips are on me again, and I feel his teeth graze my collarbone as he lays me down on the bed. His lips go to my ear, and he whispers what he wants as his hands rub along my body.
“I’m going to take off your dress and pin your arms above your head. Then I don’t want you to move them until I tell you to. Understood?”
Looking up into his eyes, I see he’s on the edge of desire. It’s as if he’s at the point of exploding and he’s trying to keep control of the situation so he doesn’t lose his grip.
“Antonio. I…” I try to tell him what he needs to hear, but the words are stuck in my throat.
He reached to my side, unzipping the dress and unfastening the halter around my neck. He kisses me there and then looks into my eyes. “Tell me, Georgia.”
Again, it’s as if he can read my mind and knows what I’m thinking. I reach up to touch his face, seeing the tenderness in his eyes. He’s a strong, powerful man, but to me, he’s gentle.
“I’ve never done this before. I don’t know if that makes a difference. But—”
He places a finger on my lips, and he looks at me intently. “I didn’t take you that first night because I knew there was something special about you. I may not have known that you were untouched, but I knew that you were precious and deserved to be treated that way.” He takes a breath, and I see the intense need back in his eyes. “You have no idea what it means to me that I get to be your first. And your last.”
Before I question him about being my last, he pulls the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts, and his mouth goes to one of my nipples. I let out a long moan of desire as I feel his mouth suck me into him and then gently bite the tender flesh, sending pleasure straight to my clit.
Once my breasts are free, I feel his hands take my wrists and place them above my head. He pushes down on them a little, letting me know to keep them there. I reach up and grab the headboard, knowing that I need some support to try to help me do what he says.
His mouth moves to my other nipple, sucking as much of me into his mouth as he can before biting down, giving me a zing of painful pleasure. It’s a mixture of both, and I feel the dampness between my legs as I respond to his treatment.
The material of my dress bunches around my hips as he pulls it down, kissing my belly as he moves lower. His tongue travels along my waist and to my bellybutton, kissing me there and making me giggle.
I feel his mouth smile against my tummy, and I can’t help but blush, knowing what he’s about to do next. I loved him going down on me last time, and I know my face is probably red with embarrassed anticipation.
When I feel my dress slip off me completely, I expect him to take my shoes as well, but he doesn’t. I lean up just enough to see him standing at the end of the bed, looking down at my naked body as he undoes his shirt.
“Spread your legs, Georgia. I want to see if you’re wet for me.”
I didn’t have on any underwear with the dress, so I’m sure my sticky desire is smeared on my thighs. I feel my blush deepen but do as he asks. I plant my royal blue heels on the bed and let my knees fall open, expos
ing everything to him.
He makes a sound in his chest that sounds like a growl as he finishes removing his suit. When he’s standing there in only his boxer briefs, I watch as he removes them, exposing his thick cock. The tip is red and looks almost angry.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, mostly to myself. There’s no way that thing is going inside me.
He reaches down and gives it a few rough strokes, the tip gleaming with cum. “We’ll try and see if we can get it to fit,” he says as he stares at my pussy.
He slowly prowls onto the end of the bed, his eyes never leaving the juncture of my legs. Before I can blink, he’s shouldering my thighs wider apart, and his mouth is latching on to my clit, sucking it into his mouth. I feel his hungry mouth eat me as his tongue moves down to lick inside my channel.
“So goddamn sweet,” he mumbles against my pussy.
“Antonio!”
I grip the headboard tighter, already close to cumming as I feel his warm, wet mouth against me. His fingers run up my body to find my nipples as he sucks on my pussy. The slight pinch to both of them at the same time as he nibbles my clit is all too much.
I let out a shout that echoes through the room. I’m just a breath away from an orgasm.
“Please!” I beg, needing just one more touch.
“Tell me you’ll never run from me again.” He says the words angrily, but his mouth is still gentle against my pussy. “Say the words, or I’ll keep you from cumming all night.”
I look down, and his eyes meet mine. There’s not one inch of negotiation in his eyes. He would withhold my pleasure from me, not only for me to say it but for me to mean it. He wants to make me promise that I’ll never leave him.
“I promise, Antonio. Never again.” I don’t know what tomorrow brings or what the future holds. But I know that I’ll never run from him again. After what I’ve seen of his actions, he wouldn’t let me get too far, even if I tried. Not that I want to.
His mouth moves back to my clit, and just as he sucks on it, I feel both my nipples being pinched. An edge of sharp pleasure shoots through me, and the orgasm that I’ve been needing rockets through my body. Waves of pleasure wash over my body, stretching from limb to limb. The warm pulses of need flow through my pussy, and I feel Antonio's warm mouth there to lick them up. It’s intense and bone-shattering as I come apart in his arms.
Before I know what’s happening, he’s kissing his way up my body and holding me to him. I feel his weight settle on me a little, and I wrap my arms and legs around him. I know what’s coming next, and I want it. I want him to give me every part of him, and I want to give him the same. I want there to be nothing left between us that is unknown, including my heart. I may not be saying the words that are on the tip of my tongue, but I can say some of what I feel.
Pressing my lips to his ear, I whisper what I want. “Make love to me, Antonio.”
Chapter Thirteen
Don
I lean down and kiss her lips, slipping my tongue inside and letting her taste herself. “See how sweet you are? I’ll never get enough of your pussy.”
I move her thighs farther apart, pulling her legs up around my waist. When the tip of my cock is at her entrance, I look into her eyes and watch her as I push forward.
The thick head bumps into her virginity, making me cum just a little. A barbaric feeling courses through my body. I want to lube her up and make my entrance easy, so I let myself cum just a bit to help it. She’s already soaked, but I don’t want to cause her any pain if I can help it. I can’t just thrust inside her at once, because my cock is too big. I’ll have to gently work him inside her tight sheath, hoping that she can relax and take me. It will be the sweetest, most painful feeling, but I’ll do it for her. I want her to see that she will always come first. Her pleasure before mine.
Reaching down between us, I rub her clit a little to try to build her back up to a state of readiness. She’s soft and open, but I want her needy with another orgasm. Holding just the tip at her opening, I rub her clit and kiss her neck and tits.
“I want you to beg me to put my cock inside you.” I tease her with the tip, rubbing it all over her pussy, leaving streaks of my cum behind. I can feel thick drops of cum releasing on her as I move across her swollen, pink pussy.
I need this to help cool the fear that she will try to run from me again.
“Please, Antonio.” Her hands let go of the headboard, and I feel her fingers run through my hair. The simple touch almost has me giving in to her. Almost. But I want more. Need more.
“Not good enough, Sweet Cream. I want you to beg me—and only me—to enter you.” I feel a little more cum leak onto her as I rub her clit with my thumb and tease her opening with my dick. Her hips are moving up and down, welcoming me, begging me to take her. “Say it.”
I feel her back arch under me, offering up her nipple for my mouth. I take it and give it a small bite, feeling her shiver under me.
“Oh, God! Antonio! Please. I want you inside me. Only you.” Her words are breathy. She’s getting close to the edge, but I want more.
“You can do better than that.” I bite down on her nipple again just as I pinch her clit, almost sending her over the edge. But not quite yet.
“Fuck a duck, I’m close.”
I smile around her nipple. Hearing her accent makes me impossibly harder.
“I want you inside me. I want you and only you to ever be inside me. Now. Please, Antonio, before I die from orgasm denial, will you try to stuff that ten-pound cock into me?”
Resting my forehead on her chest, I laugh a little. My God, there’s nothing better than hearing the smile in her words.
I look up and lock eyes with her. “You’re mine.”
She licks her lips and nods. But when she sees I want more, she whispers, “Yes.”
Rubbing her clit, I press my cock into her. It’s enough to break her virginity, and I feel her tense under me for just a second. I put my mouth back on her nipple and keep rubbing her clit, and it only takes a few moments before she’s relaxed and pulling me to her.
Her tight channel is squeezing the life out of my cock, and I watch as another couple of inches disappear into her. I have to grit my teeth and clench my jaw to keep from cumming. I was able to control it before, but being inside her now is too much. Her virgin pussy is squeezing the life out of my cock, and I know that when she starts to cum, it’s going to be even tighter.
“More,” Georgia moans, and raises her hips. She wants more of my cock, but I’m worried I’ll hurt her.
“Slowly, Sweet Cream. Not too fast.”
I give her a few more inches, and she lets out another moan. I’m working slowly in and out of her and feeling her clenches on every shallow thrust.
The ridges of my cock are rubbing the inside of her just right, and her pussy is coating me with more of her sweet juices. I look down and see the sticky syrup mixed with the faintest blush of blood—her virginity. The sight makes me harder, and I thrust into her, needing to cum.
She hasn’t mentioned birth control, and neither have I. I hope that I put a baby in her tonight. It would be another way to bind her to me and know that I would never be without her. I’d always thought that having a family wasn’t an option this late in life. I thought that it wasn’t meant to be. But since the day I saw Georgia, all that changed. I want my baby in her, and I’m going to cum in her unprotected body to ensure that happens.
Grinding inside her, I feel her clenches around me. “Almost there,” I say, as I give her even more of my cock.
“Goddamn, I need to call the post office.”
“What?” I ask in confusion.
“That thing needs to be registered with them. It’s got to have its own zip code.”
I feel the smile on my face as she pulls my mouth to hers, kissing me and holding me close. I thrust fully into her, giving her every inch of me. She takes all of it, gripping me tightly as our tongues taste one another.
Thrusting in and out of her in
long, deep strokes is the absolute best thing I’ve ever felt. Her slick entrance welcomes me into her, and my cum leaks out along the way. I’ve given up trying to stop it, knowing that I’ll stay hard long after my orgasm. I release thick spurts of cum into her with every thrust, our passion just one long orgasm.
I feel her pulses start, and I pinch her clit a little to give her what she needs. She breaks our kiss, throwing her head back and shouting my name as her orgasm runs through her.
Feeling her clamp down on my cock as she cums, I release the rest of what I have inside me into her. Her warm rush of juices runs down my cock as I put my seed in her.
I hold her tightly to me and cling to her body as I give us what we both want. Our orgasms stretch out, hers rolling from one to the next. I feel each pulse of her pussy as she tries to draw out all of my cum.
Just as the last of her tremors run through her body, I roll us over so I’m still inside her and she’s on top. She lies across my chest as I lazily thrust into her. I just want to keep feeling her warm pussy wrapped around me.
“Well, I guess I finally got the answer to my question.” I can hear the smile in her words as she sprawls boneless on top of me.
“What question?”
“I always wondered what the Titanic felt like when that iceberg hit it. I think that was pretty much how it went.”
I laugh at her joke, my chest moving her enough to make her look up at me.
“The Titanic only got nailed once, Sweet Cream.” I push into her, and she moans at the feeling. “I’m just getting started.”
I grab the thick flesh at her hips, digging my fingers in and moving her on top of me.
“I guess I should call you Captain then,” she says, sitting up on me as she starts to ride my cock.
“I think that could work. The Captain always goes down on the ship.”
Her laugh turns into a moan as she takes me deeper inside her. I reach up to pinch her nipples and feel her clench around me.
