“Lay down,” I said, pointing to my king sized bed.
Stacy slid onto the bed with her perfect body and I followed behind, nearly crawling over her. Her scent, that floral scent, was native to her and one of a kind. Her eyes fluttered as our gazes made contact.
Women, they all fell for me. But I couldn’t fall for them. I couldn’t fall for her. No, it would only end up in disappointment. And, considering the nature of our agreement, unnecessary drama, undoubtedly.
Stacy placed a hand on my chest as I dipped down for a kiss. “Um, Grant?” she whispered.
“Hush, relax and enjoy.” I moved her hand and dipped down for a kiss. She gave a faint sigh and the tension in her shoulders began to unwind.
When our mouths parted, she continued. “But—”
“Stacy, what’s wrong, dear?” Something was clearly on her mind.
“I’m a virgin…” she admitted.
Finally. I had been waiting for that confirmation forever. I sat back and caressed her face. Stacy leaned into my hand and closed her eyes.
“I’m not surprised,” I chuckled. Stacy frowned.
“What does that mean?”
“That I think of you as innocent. But I don’t let that fool me. I see that spark in your eyes. There’s a hidden freak down there somewhere, and I’m gonna find her.”
My hands drifted down to the opening of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and it was showing.
My fingers slid across her nipples, making them rise. Stacy winced at the vulgar bite of pleasure. Hmm, she was going to sound amazing screaming my name.
I pinched her nipples and watched her writhe underneath me. Her eyes fluttered shut and she bit her lower lip. Her slow movements sent a throbbing need to my cock.
She panted, “Oh, Grant! So good!” Her speech was broken, clouded by her lust for me. Stacy’s body was something to savor. Having her as the centerpiece of my room made my dick grow with joy.
I hiked her dress up over her head and made a trail of kisses from her collarbone, down to her mound. Her perfect little pussy was slightly hairy, but you could barely tell. It tickled my chin, mixing with my stubble.
She breathed out a small laugh, and I kissed around her folds. Dipping a tongue deep inside her, I swirled it around to taste more of the sweetness that was flowing from her like a river.
I could taste the innocence in her, but the kinkiness was in the amount of wetness she was producing. I reached down and began to stroke my aching cock. It was begging to inject its seed into her.
“Your pussy tastes like honey,” I said, surfacing from her folds.
Her musk made it hard for me to take back.
“Oh, God! Harder!” she moaned.
Stacy’s body, so small under me, made my gut growl.
“Look at such a wet pussy. It’s begging for my cock. That’s right, get nice and soaking wet for me, dear.”
I opened her pussy lips with my two fingers in an inverted scissor style. Her clit was swollen and sopping with wetness.
“Y-yes! Grant, my nipples, please. They’re so hard.” Her back arched and her nipples pointed into the air. I reached up and pinched and flicked one. “Fuck!” she hissed.
I dug my cock out of my pants and pulled at it. I was so fucking hard I could turn a diamond into dust. Stacy’s body continued to furl around, the heady amount of pleasure stinging her veins.
Her pussy was crying for me. But there was one more thing I needed to feel; her mouth on my cock.
It was odd though, there was a patience that filled the room, and a tension that sat on my shoulders. I’ve fucked a lot of women in my life so far, and none of them gave me this feeling of… anticipation, like Stacy did.
I chalked it up to the fact that she was going to be my baby’s momma. Not that she’d be around too long. That was in the contract. I’d made sure of it. Because I couldn’t afford to get attached.
Chapter 17 – Grant
I pulled myself out of my small trance and got up on my knees.
“Stacy, I know you’ve been wanting to taste this.”
She scooted up on her elbows, marveling at my confused cock. It was red, dripping, and laced with veins.
“Grant,” she said, and then added with a sly smile, “what does cock sucking have to do with baby making?”
She winked.
How did such innocence get blended with such snarkiness? And why did I love it so much?
“Come suck my cock,” I demanded, shaking it. “Don’t act like you don’t want to. You’re drooling, looking at it. I see that haze in your eyes.”
She pulled herself up and onto her hands and knees. She placed her head underneath the shaft and stared at the single bead of pre-cum forming on top.
“Fine,” she purred, taking a hold of my hot, hard cock.
Her tongue danced across the heated hood of my cock, lapping up what she could. She was like a cat licking her paws and she seemed to be enjoying my cock just as much.
Yes, she reminded me of a cat. Cunning. Innocent and cute one moment and sexy and sly the next.
“Fuck,” I groaned, gripping the back of her head.
Stacy swirled her tongue into my slit and under the shaft where she performed miracles. Allowing her hands to jerk me off, she tickled my balls and made sure to give them attention with her mouth too.
“God, Stacy, you don’t feel like an amateur down there,” I grunted. Her tight mouth on my hard cock made me twitch inside her. If it wasn’t for this expensive luxury bed, my knees would be shot.
Stacy's hair would spill from side to side based on where about on my cock she was sucking.
Fuck, she even traced the veins on my cock.
“That’s because I’m not…” she said, winking.
“Say again?”
“Just joshing you,” she teased, tapping the slit of my cock with her finger.
“I thought so, with the right cock, you’ll want more than just oral.” I pushed her head down on my cock and listened to her as she got used to the big size pummeling her throat. A cough here and there, but she learned fast. “That’s right, swallow everything my cock gives you.”
I hated how her joke had stung. She had clearly wanted to gauge my reaction. And I had given it to her— I had revealed that it would bother me if she had sucked some other guy’s cock before. Not that it was any business of mine, but, I wanted her all to myself, and she knew it. Fuck. I was a goner. But I was enjoying what was she doing to me too much to care.
My balls churned and I emptied myself down her throat. Stacy struggled to swallow, but cleared her throat and was ready for more.
“Great, how am I going to get pregnant now?” she said between ragged panting.
“There’s a whole lot more where that came from,” I said, getting off my knees. I stood at the end of the bed and pulled her body close to me.
In this position, I was sure I could drive my seed into the most fertile and un-reachable parts of her womb.
I pulled Stacy up against me and opened her folds. She was ready for me. All this teasing had to have her ready and begging for me. Hmm, a virgin...
I caressed the outside of Stacy's thigh as I placed the head of my cock up against her opening. “Relax for me, Stacy. I’m gonna take care of you,” I whispered, massaging her pale inner thighs.
“How bad is this gonna hurt?” she asked.
Her voice was small and she sounded as if she was treading water.
Of course, this was unknown territory to her.
“Not much at all. I heard it varies from a small pinch to a dull sore. I’ll be gentle. Promise.”
Promise... it scared me how easily that rolled out of my mouth.
No woman had ever beckoned that word from me. It was a tender word, and women were never the tender type with a man’s heart... no matter how good the sex was.
That could only mean that tragedy was around the corner. I was always prepared for that possibility and how to avoid it. But right now, all I wante
d was to come in Stacy’s sweet pussy.
“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 als
o 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.”
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