by Goode, Ella
Chapter 12
Amie
I finish off my last bite of pork chop with applesauce and moan for the tenth time. Any man that can cook this good has to be trustworthy. Right? Even though Grey has addressed a lot of my issues before and during our dinner conversations, I am still leery due to my past. There is no denying that I want him physically and my heart doesn’t seem too far behind.
“Are you lost in that head of yours again?” I look up to see Grey staring at me. “Let me clean up the dishes and I’ll get you some dessert.” He begins to take my plate, but I reach out, placing my hand on top of his.
“Maybe we can skip dessert and you can give me that tour you’ve been so set on first.” The smile he flashes me would curl any woman’s toes. I’m not sure how he’s still single. I’m also not sure how much longer I’ll be able to resist him. I listen to him as he tells me about the house, showing me around. Everything about it really is beautiful. He’s taken care of this place. There are a few things that need updating but I think that will always be the case with a home like this. It doesn’t seem like a chore, though, to get any of it done. It feels like something you would do with pride. It’s the perfect house to raise a family in. Because at the end of the day that is what this house screams. It is meant to house one. To have little feet pitter-pattering across the original floors. It deserves to have the sound of laughter echoing off its walls.
We had a beautiful house growing up but this one holds so much history and looks as though it’s ready for more. This home is where you make memories that will last a lifetime. These are things I haven’t thought about in a long time. Actually I never considered them before I met Grey. I feel a sense of comfort when I’m around him.
I’m so lost in my own thoughts that I don’t realize Grey has stopped in front of me until I collide with his hard body. His hand reaches out to both steady me and hold me tighter to him.
“My mother was fucking my fiancé,” I blurt out.
“Motherfuck,” he mumbles, then winces at his choice of words. I die. I burst into laughter so hard my whole body shakes. I would fall over with laughter but of course Grey catches me. Tears stream down my face because I’m laughing so hard. It takes me a minute to get it together. Once again when I get myself together I realize I’m in Grey’s lap.
“You’re beautiful, but when you laugh”—he shakes his head, smiling at me—“it’s fucking breathtaking.”
I melt at his words.
“Thank you.” I relax into him. “For everything. You’ve been kind to me and well. I’ve been—”
He cuts me off. “Healing.”
“I was going to say being a bitch.”
“Never thought that once.” I can see the truth in his eyes. “Messed up. I’d almost call you a liar. Can’t see a man picking another woman over you but that shit is too messed up to even joke about.”
“Can I tell you something?” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Anything,” he says instantly. Reaching up, he pulls my lip out from me chewing on it.
“I was a little relieved that he was seeing someone else. I thought something was wrong with me. We never…” I trail off. We never did anything. It still stings to admit. It wasn't only my heart healing but my ego too.
“Hold up. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” He shakes his head as if he can’t believe the words I’ve just uttered. “He’s never—You’ve never—” This realization has him grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
“I’m glad you find my deepest darkest secrets amusing.” That should wipe that shit-eating grin off his face real quick. I decide to give him a little bit of a hard time about him being so joyous over my confession. His smile begins to falter but I don one of my own this time. It feels good to laugh about it for once.
“You can’t do that shit to me. If I thought I hurt you or made you feel bad that shit would eat me alive.” His face becomes serious so I do the only thing that makes sense. I kiss him. It’s light and quick but I want him to know that his words have had a positive impact on me. “I don’t fucking deserve you. You can do so much better than me. Look at you. I’ve had to literally beat the fuck out of someone to keep them away from you.” He shakes his head. “You kissing me like that has sealed your fate, though. I’m never letting you go.”
“Be careful what you wish for. You don’t really know me yet,” I remind him. “I could have lots of bad habits. Be terrible in bed.”
Grey stands, tossing me onto his soft giant bed. I hadn’t even realized that’s where we’d ended up. His bedroom.
He stands on the side of the bed looking down at me. “The last thing you could look in my bed is terrible.” I start to laugh again but as his eyes trace over my body, every part of me starts to tingle. I lick my lips thinking about the things we did in the office today as well as remembering all the things that I thought about doing to him after he left. When I was with my ex I never said the things I wanted. I went along with things. This could be different. I could be different.
“I want you to make me come again,” I tell him. No games. It’s the truth. In this moment it’s what I want. To forget about everything else and get lost in the same pleasure he gave me before. Grey visibly swallows before running a hand through his short hair, making me think maybe he isn't going to give me what I’m asking for.
Chapter 13
Greyson
She’s afraid I’m going to hurt her. I see it in her eyes, in the tight way she holds her body. She’s afraid of rejection, of being loved and then forgotten. Maybe I should have the same fear but if there is any trepidation, it’s that she won’t see how endless my reserve of love for her is and can be.
“So, honey, I’m going to be straight with you.” I run my hand over her stomach. “I don’t know how love works. I’ve never really delved into that. It’s existed for me with my family and it exists now with you. I know it’s going to take some time to convince you of that, and I’m going to be patient. But”—I hold up a finger—“I might make a mistake because patience isn’t one of my ten best skills.”
This brings a rueful smile to her face. “And what are your ten best skills?”
I wink. “I’m about to show you.”
I pull up her shirt and help her off with her bra. Her tits jiggle a hello to me. I pinch one nipple and then the other. “You sensitive here?” I ask.
“Maybe?” She nibbles on her lower lip. “I don’t know.”
“Guess we’ll figure it out together.” I lower my head to her chest and plump up one ripe fruit with a hand. She’s all smooth skin with berry pink accents that are becoming red with arousal. I take a perky nip into my mouth, swirl my tongue around it and then bite down gently. She nearly bucks me off the bed. “Yeah, I think you’re sensitive here,” I say, grinning around the mouthful of tit. I reapply myself, sucking hard on one and thumbing the other into a hard point. Amie writhes beneath me, unconsciously clamping her thighs around my leg and riding me. My dick feels like it’s about to burst.
I reach between us and dip my hand into her panties. Her lubrication covers my hand and I use that to ease my passage into her tight pussy. It’s going to feel like heaven once I’m inside of her. I nearly come in my pants thinking about how her cunt is going to hug my sheath. I add another finger, widening them inside of her.
She groans and her hands dig into the mattress. I move down, lower until my mouth is even with her belly. It’s slightly rounded, curvy in all the right places. I pepper a line of kisses along the waistband of her pants and then ease them down over her plump ass and past her hips.
I let out a low whistle. “Look at how pretty you are.”
“Stop,” she half laughs, half sighs. Her hand comes down to cover the small patch of hair and her already swollen pussy lips.
“Nah.” I tug her hand away. “This is beautiful and I want to stare at it for a minute before I eat you out.” I settle between her legs and shove my palms under her ass. Her legs fall op
en. Spread wide, I can see her in full, glistening glory and it makes my mouth water. “Shit. I won’t ever be able to go back to work. I’m just going to be thinking about this right here.” As much as I like looking, though, I have to feast. I have to lick up that cum dripping from her cunt before my dry mouth turns to dust.
I lower my head and lick her in one broad stroke from clit to the puckered hole in the back. She gasps. I love this. I love having my head between her legs. I love the spicy taste of her on my tongue. I love the small pain she’s causing as her nails dig into my shoulders. I nose her legs farther apart and dig in, tonguing her hard until she comes with a cry and a shiver.
I waste no time in getting rid of my clothes. My cock jerks heavily in the air. He wants inside of Amie and he wants inside of her now.
“This might hurt,” I tell her, taking my massive shaft in hand and guiding the pulsing head to her core. “You’re tiny and I’m, well, not small.”
“Oh Lord,” she breathes out. Her eyes are small slits as she peers down at the length of cock I’m positioning at her tender opening.
“It’ll be a quick pain.”
She starts to close her legs. “How do you know?”
“Uh…” I pause, not sure how to answer because I’ve never been with any woman before Amie so I can’t really say it’s from experience and I haven’t done much research to find out what’s true. But it can’t be all bad. “People cheat, kill, and die for this moment so it’s got to be good at some point.”
Amie giggles. “That’s true.”
“Trust me. If anything I do is too much, I’ll stop.”
The laughter fades and the worry creeps back in. “I don’t want you to be mad if I can’t take you.”
Or find someone else, I’d guess is the bigger worry. “I’m not going to be mad. There’s plenty that we can do. Didn’t you just hear me saying how much I liked having my tongue inside your pussy? If that was all I’d ever be able to do, I’d be happy.”
“What about your—” She gestures toward my cock.
I give it a pump. “This? I can jack off and paint your pretty tits with my cum. Or you can suck me off. Either way, I’ll be happy. Don’t you worry about that.” I press my cock against her small opening. “Worry about beating me off with a stick because now that I’ve had a taste, I’m gonna be wanting this every second of every minute of every day. You’re mine, Amie, and don’t forget it.”
I plunge in another inch. Amie throws her head back as her pussy grips my cock. It’s as I expected—the hottest, snuggest hug in all of mankind. I bite the tip of my tongue so I don’t come. I’m not coming until I’m fully seated inside of her, my balls tight and the entirety of my cock wet from her slickness.
Sweat beads along my forehead as I ease another inch in. “That’s right. Take me in. I’m going nice and slow.”
“Why are you so big?” Amie pants.
I choke on my laughter. “Whatdya mean?”
“Can’t you be a tiny bit smaller? Then maybe you’d fit better.”
I look down at where my thick shaft is piercing her body, stretching that tiny hole wide and nearly nut right there. “Every word you’re saying is only making me harder, honey.”
I ease into her a little more and a little more, squeezing her tits and massaging her thighs. It’s hard work retaining my self-control as I inch inside of her. She doesn’t help. She’s thrown back her head and is writhing, thrashing her head to the side. Her nails dig into the wrists I’ve braced around her frame like my arms are jail bars that allow no escape.
She’s mine now. I’m branding her with my cock. Her cunt will only know me. Her pussy will only be filled with my seed. I rock against her and slowly her body sucks me in until I’m fully seated from my cockhead to the base.
I fall forward and capture her mouth. She kisses me back with a fervency that surprises me. It might not be love yet for her, but it’s something and that something feeds my soul. I pick up the pace, using long, even strokes to catch every little nerve ending inside that hot little channel. My chest rubs against her bouncing titties, the hard nibs of her tits poking erotically against my skin.
I grab one hip and hold her in place while I pummel her body. Our lovemaking is loud in the quiet room. The ancient bedframe rattles as I thrust inside of her. She moans, loud and breathy, with each pass of my cock inside her cunt. The tension inside of her is building. Her restlessness grows more frenzied. Her hips push up, riding my cock like she’s been here before, like we’ve known each other this way in some past life or maybe a million past lives.
I knew the minute she walked in that she was the one for me, that I’d love her forever.
“I love you, Amie. Love you to the fucking death of me.” I plunge in and come, the seed exploding out of me. She screams my name and releases a flood of her own lube all over my cock. I take her mouth again because I hate that we’re not connected on every level, on every surface. She comes again, shaking like a leaf, full of blistering pleasure. When her shuddering dies down, I withdraw and flip her over onto her stomach. She glances backward, a questioning look in her eyes.
“Didn’t you finish?” she asks.
“Not even close.” I slap her ass and drive into her again and again and again.
Chapter 14
Amie
Grey pulls away from the kiss, leaving me breathless. “You can’t kiss me like that at work,” I tell him even as I dig my fingers into his shirt. His lips turn up into a smile as he gives my ass a small squeeze.
“Kiss my woman wherever I want.” With that, he smacks my ass, making me jump. I narrow my eyes on him, which only makes him laugh. Damn it. That causes me to melt inside every time. I try to set some ground rules with him but he only smiles, as if it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.
“Eat your breakfast. I’ll be back in a few hours.” He kisses me again, wiping the stern look I am trying to give him off my face. “Sorry I didn't get to make you something so this will have to do for this morning.” Then he heads out of my office but not before turning to give me one last glance. His eyes roam all over me from head to toe, letting me know that he doesn't really want to go but he’s got crap he has to get done. I don’t think he realizes how much that small look back does for me. It makes me feel wanted. Something I’ve never really felt before. I think this is why I’ve given in to him pretty easily. Even though I still have reservations about this, I want the feelings he gives me to last forever.
The man can’t get enough of me. I came here to try and start fresh, to heal myself, but I’d be a liar if I don’t admit that Grey has put me on the right track toward healing. His words of love still play over and over again in my head. He’s only said them once. I haven’t said them back. I’ve never been the type of person to let people’s opinions matter all that much to me but with my ex treating me the way he did and my mom’s betrayal, both my trust and self-confidence have taken a hit. I wish I were ready to say those special words back to Grey but it’s not that easy for me.
It doesn’t seem to bother him in the least. He doesn’t seem to let much bother him actually. At least when it comes to me. I’ve seen him around other people and he’s quick to bark orders and send people running. I can see why Kayla said he’s gone through a lot of staff before. I guess I’m lucky that I get the sweet tender part of him while still getting that rough raw part. I enjoy both sides of him. When he is barking those orders at people it turns me on as much as when he says sweet words to me.
“The whistling again.” Kayla strolls into my office. Her eyes go to my bag. “You gonna share?” She doesn't ask as she peeks inside my bag that is filled with assorted bagels and pastries. Grey stopped on the way into the office to pick up breakfast. Then he apologized for not making me something by hand. Which is ridiculous because we’d been running behind because the man literally ate me for breakfast. He woke me up with his mouth between my legs and then again he’d pinned me to the shower wall while he feasted on me. I’d
skip the homemade breakfast every day for that.
He refused to take me again though. He quieted my protests by filling me with his fingers, all the while whispering how beautiful I am and telling me I needed time to heal. He insisted that he’d been too rough with me the night before. I wanted to roll my eyes but the pleasure he was giving me was too great to continue needling him about anything else. What we did last night wasn't rough to me. It was heaven. Sure, my body ached a little in some places but the pleasure outweighed the pain. Still again, it warmed me that he was putting me first. I could tell he wanted to have me again but wasn't letting himself. I also think it’s why he’s not spending the morning in the office because he’d likely crack and I’d end up pinned to my desk. My mind flashes to all of the dirty things he could do to me.
“I’m stealing this one.” Kayla breaks into my thoughts, reminding me I’m thinking about sex after I told Grey he shouldn’t be kissing me at work. She holds up a chocolate muffin. “You might want to”—she motions her hand to my face—“right yourself,” she says with a laugh before taking a bite of the muffin. I reach up, knowing that I need to smooth out my hair that Grey had his hand in moments ago. I’m sure my mouth is red from his kisses. My lipstick is probably smudged also.
