“Perhaps, if you beg. Very nicely.”
“Please, Sir,” I’m shuddering. Jumping inside at the thought. “Please, Sir. Let me taste your cock. Let me pull and suck on you and drink your cum, let me feel the ridges of your cock fill my mouth.” I’m squeezing around his thigh. “Please, Sir. Please.”
“Will you be a good girl? Will you suck it and see you make it pulse and pump and come, deep inside your little throat?”
He knows that’s what I want, and I know he will give it to me.
“But first we have to make sure that we get you pregnant, and make sure the precious baby magic doesn’t go to waste.”
Chapter Twelve
Him
I CARRY HER INSIDE. Cradle her in my arms, down to the master bedroom.
The night outside howls on the high, dark windows. The room is bathed in golden light that breathes and flickers. Tea-light candles are lit on every surface. Bottles of champagne await in ice buckets. The blue silk bed covers are strewn with rose petals.
I’m going to make this everything it can possibly be for her. I want her to feel herself as precious. A jewel beyond price. How could she be less and be mine? And now it’s time for her to be mine. Completely.
I lay her in the middle of the bed. In what’s left of her underwear. She pants. Hard. She grabs my head. Holds me by my hair. Looks in my eyes.
“What are you doing to me?”
“I’m going to take you. Now, you are going to be mine, my princess, ready to be my queen.”
I stand. I remove my shirt, watching her eyes, watching me undress. Drop the shirt to the floor. Unbuckle the belt. She makes a high, quick gasp as I pull the belt. I tug it out through the belt loops of my pants, curl it around my hand. I rest the coiled, leather belt with it’s heavy buckle on the corner of the bed.
Step out of my shoes, undo my pants and drop them, slide them off, lay them over a chair. Pull off my socks.
In my white boxers, I walk slowly to the bed.
“I thought you might like to unwrap the last part.”
She jumps up. She wraps her arms around me, kisses my stomach while she holds me. Hands eager, stroking and squeezing my ass.
She kisses down the front of my stomach. Her breasts are warm and soft against my cock.
She runs her hands over the tops of my thighs. Presses her thumbs along the lines of my hips, tracing my pelvis. Squeezing, exploring, teasing.
My cock jumps and flexes, stretching as she comes near. She squeals in delight. Opens her mouth. Wide. Through my boxers, she seizes it between her teeth. Runs the little sharp points of her teeth from the top right to the bottom, grazing it. Pinching.
“It’s so fucking long,” she peers up at me, holding my hips. “And it’s so fucking hard. How can it be so big?”
I use all the discipline that I have, simply to stand still. Waiting here, being her entertainment. Her toy. I can do it. Only for a little while, but she can have her playtime. Then I’m going to fuck her.
With her teeth, she pulls open the waistband of my shorts, but then she gasps and lets go, and they snap back against my stomach as she looks up wide-eyed. “Fuck. It’s even bigger than I thought. So fucking huge. It’s enormous.”
I grab her hair. Give her a tug. “You said that you wanted to suck it.”
“It’ll choke me.”
I close my hand into a fist in the bunch of her hair, pulling it. “We’ll see.”
She shivers, all the way through her body. Her shoulders, her perky breasts, right down to her hard nipples, and her luscious, wonderful thighs. The ripple that runs through her makes me even harder. My balls ache so hard.
“Pull down my shorts.”
I’m –“
“Stand up.”
She stands. I give her a spank on her ass with my hand.
“Sir. I apologize.” She looks up, her breasts against my stomach. “Please may I take your pants down, Sir? Pull down your shorts and put your cock in my mouth. Please, sir?”
I nod.
As she slides my shorts down, her lips and her tongue nip and nibble around my hips, over the tops of my thighs, and then, her hot breath shudders and patters all along the length of my cock. From top to bottom she trips her tongue and her lips all over it. Crackling, electric sensations spark through my stomach and my chest and fizz through my arms and legs.
She holds my pelvis, she licks kisses nips and nibbles the whole length of my shaft. From the base, all the way up to the head, over the bulb, and all the way back down. Then she takes hold, hauls it down so that it’s is pointing at her and she gasps. She takes a breath and them another look up at me, into my face. Her mouth opens wide.
I look down at her. And I nod.
The anticipation is an overwhelming sensation. I’m beginning to shudder inside. Feeling her fingers and her little mouth on my cock make me feel huge and the urge to fuck her tenses me like a tightly wound spring. Slowly, holding me firm, she licks the length of the shaft. Flattening her tongue, wide along the length, she licks it again before she slides her lips around and over the bulging, throbbing bulb.
Her lips pull and squeeze, working around the base of the crown while her tongue slips around the underside.
She moans as she slides her lips around the thickness of the shaft. She pulls back to stare at it. “Fuck,” she says, “You taste so good.”
Without waiting, she slides her mouth over as much of my cock as she can get in. Her wet lips caress my buzzing ridges as she sucks my hardening shaft. Her tongue slides wide and wet along the underside. Each time she presses it into her mouth, gobbles along the shaft, she takes it in deeper.
If I wasn’t in love with her before, I know that I am now. I’m falling, without a doubt, and without a net.
My hands hold her head, but I don’t grip. I just hold, and guide.
Seeing my rod slide into her mouth, I know it’s going to be hard for me to hold back.
More than anything, though, I need to make her mine completely. I need to claim her. I need her to be mine for ever.
When I lay her back on the bed, I gaze into her eyes as I undress her completely. Peeling away the covers and revealing my beautiful princess, I can’t wait to get my cock inside her. She reaches for it as I slip away the last slips of fabric between her skin and mine.
I spread her thighs wide across the rose petals, lifting her knees.
She reaches for my neck as I move toward her, feeling the heat of her wet muffin with my rod as antenna. It knows her so well, it wants her so much, I don’t need to guide it.
It’s a self-guiding missile. I rub the underside along her lips.
“Is it going to hurt?” Her eyebrows twitch.
As I slap her ass, I grin. She flinches and her face shows the mix of fury and defiance that I adore.
“More than that,” I tell her.
“Oh.”
Then, another slap. This one harder. More like she’s used to now. She squeals.
“Probably less than that,” I tell her as I move my head into the opening of her pussy. Her lips clamp on it at once, squeezing hard enough to hurt.
I know, this is going to be out of this world. And I tell her. As I press in. Just a fraction.
“OH!”
“Are you ready?”
“No…” I grin as I spear her. “Oh–MY GOD!”
Her neck stretches as her head slams back into the bedcovers. Rose petals flutter and the candle flames flicker, like they’re all breathing for her.
She stretches her thighs wider. Grips my back and sides, raking her nails down my flesh. I ride into her and she shakes and vibrates as she picks up the rhythm. Her pussy gobbles up the shaft of my cock, squeezing hard and rippling around me.
We rock together, straining. Stretching. Moving together, crashing and swirling like a storm in an angry sea.
She cries out.
I tell her,
“I can take it slower.” I know that’s not what she wants. It’s just another
way to tease and raise the sensation.
“No,” she shouts, bucking harder. “Come on.” She shakes. Her eyes roll. Her little bird flaps on my hot, hard pole. “Oh. Oh, my god.”
I give her ass a juicy slap.
“Yes!” She shouts, “YES!”
I slap her ass again. And again. “Oh, you feel so good inside me.”
“Yes.”
“But you’re so big!”
“There’s more.”
“What?”
I give her the next third.
“Oh, fuck…” she shudders as her pelvis stretches and her hips roll to take me in deeper. I can’t wait until I reach her lips with my pelvic bone. But I have to. I have to be the chef. Taste enough to make it sensational, but don’t get full and don’t get drunk on the feast.
It’s for her.
I move to angle my entry higher into her. She picks up speed and pulls my face to hers.
We kiss. As we fuck. Like the way that we fuck. Wet, sloppy. Deep and hard.
She pants and gasps as she pulls away. “OH! FUUUUUCK!” She pulls her hair from her face with her hand and looks up at me.
“Can we… Can I get… on top?”
There she is! Taking charge of what she wants.
“Of course. Whatever you want.”
My princess is starting to become my queen.
I lift her and turn. I raise her high, but keep my cock buried inside her.
She climbs astride me. She lowers herself onto me, impaling herself.
Before she’s all the way down, she slows. All the way down, she moans. “Oh. Oh, yes.” Then she starts to move. “Oh, that’s good.”
Her body glows, radiant in the golden candlelight. Her plump flesh moves like the most thrilling dance. Her hair cascading over her shoulders and down to her breasts, her eyes glowing like she’s on fire.
Her pelvis rocks, and she rides me like an expert horsewoman, bucking and bouncing on my cock. The roll of her eyes and the stretch of her neck makes me know that she’s rising to a climax again. I squeeze her breasts and it speeds her up.
I slap her ass and she rides me harder.
“Your breasts,” I growl, “Your gorgeous hips.” She fucks me wildly, with no shame or shyness. Taking what she wants. What she needs.
“Oh,” She plunges her hips to take my cock deep inside. Leans forward with her hands on my chest. Bouncing. Her wet pussy slathers me as she squeezes me, hard
“Your ASS, Laurel! Seriously, I would die for your ass.”
“Oh, god.” She’s pummeling at me with all she’s got. I know what she needs. I’ll wait for her to crest this wave, then I’ll take her where she needs to go.
Her fingers claw, her thighs clamp and her toes curl. She moans and heaves as she comes, and I slap her ass to chase her on. Her cunt grips my cock so hard I really have to control my breath to stop myself from coming right away.
I want to come with her, but not yet.
Her limp arms and hands and her mass of wet hair collapse onto my chest and she clings tight. I feel the aftershocks roll through her, trembling around my cock.
Her panting turns to a purr, and then to little growls. Now I know that she’s ready.
I lift her. She says, “Wait…” but I know what I’m doing.
I pick her up and put her down onto her hands and knees. I get up on my knees behind her.
“Oh,” she moans, “What are you doing to me?”
Running my hands over her ass, I feel her heat. My hand slips onto her beautiful wings. She’s still dripping and hot, and her pussy is buzzing.
She jumps when I trill her clit. Then, from behind, I slide my cock all the way into her.
She starts and jumps. Her ass tips high in the air and she spreads herself, open. Begging me to fuck her.
“Oh, YES!” she shouts, “oh…” her head goes down to her arms on the bed, pushing her ass even higher. “…OH” She splays as I fuck her.
Her thighs stretch wider and she reaches up to feel my cock as it rails into her. Her pussy, tight and vibrating, grips and flutters, suckling hot and wet on my cock. Her eyes clamp shut and her hands clench and flex.
A glow spreads on her chest and her neck. An electric cocktail of sweat and juice and hormones makes the air around us buzz.
I tell her, “I feel you’re ready.” I hope she is. I grip her hips and I can’t hold back much more. The swelling ache in my balls makes charges flash through my chest and the insides of my thighs and the front of my stomach. All my muscles pulse and flex and I’m deep inside her, feeling hot, cascading gushes seep and squirt onto my pelvis.
Her voice is tight. She groans, “I’ll never be ready.”
Our bodies hammer when our voices are soft and close. And when our voices rise and swell in a roar, our bodies hammer harder. Faster. I canon into her, “You are ready.”
“Now,” the word creaks out of her. Her muscles tense and flutter. She breathes, “yes” and then she’s hammering and we’re wild in perfect synch.
I lean over her back, covering her. Breathing onto her neck, sighing into her ear.
“YES. NOW!”
As she collapses, imploding, trembling from her toes, splashing like a wave crashing into a moonlit bay, I’m exploding, pumping, spunking her with blasts of hot, sticky funk.
She is mine.
“I am yours.” she moans.
Two minds with a single thought.
She is the one.
Epilogue
Him
HUGO BRANSON IS A hard man to contact. He goes out of his way to be unavailable by every possible means of communication. It takes me days to even make indirect contact with Laurel’s father through a PA who’s not even his PA. When I do finally get a contact address for his personal assistant, I get a runaround the old Soviet bureaucracy would have admired.
Finally, I get him on the phone. He knows why I’m trying to be in touch with him. He won’t even hear me address the topic. He tells me, "I'm thinking of withdrawing my business from your bank. I don't like the direction management has been taking and the service I've been getting there lately is not what I’m used to."
He is the head of the family. He doesn't want to be deposed. He has no reason to move over or give space to what he sees as an intruder. And, from what Laurel has told me, he’s angry with her because she is not living the life that he wants her to live in the first place. And that might mean facing up to things he wished he’d done better as a young father. I understand.
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