He grabs my forearms, turning me to face him, pressing my back against the front door. “Chloe, listen to me. Yes, I work for your father. No, he did not ask me to spy on you. I wanted to keep you safe, and I knew that to do that, I had to let you think all of this was your idea. You kissed me. You invited me up here tonight.”
“You spanked me.” I hit back at him before he has a chance to continue, staring him dead in the eyes. “Does my father know about that, hm?”
10
Max
* * *
She looks so angry. It’s fucking killing me. I almost crumble into her arms at the look of hurt and betrayal that’s written on her face. She’s so stubborn. If only she’d just listen.
“Do you want me to tell your father what we’ve been up to? Don’t test me, Chloe. Because I will if that’s what you want. I don’t care what he thinks of me. I don’t care if he fires me, and forbids me from ever setting foot near you again.” I press her harder against the door, wanting to just fucking kiss her and let her feel that none of this was done out of anything other than love. “Nothing could keep me from you now, Chloe. Do you understand that? Nothing.”
“What if I told you to leave?”
Now it’s my turn to look hurt. Her words cut a hole in my heart. I close my eyes to block it out, but I don’t let go of her. I’m afraid she might run if I did.
“Is… that what you want?” There are tears in her eyes when I look back to her face. Her bottom lip trembles with everything she wants to say. I feel sick. I never wanted to make her feel like this. But I did what I had to do, didn’t I? I stopped her from making a mistake, and she did the rest. “Tell me,” I implore, though I don’t know what I’ll do if she tells me to go.
“No,” she croaks, her voice wet and hurt and broken. She falls into my arms, holding onto me for dear life as a sob rattles her body. “I don’t want you to leave, but y–you, you…”
“I know,” I coo, kissing the top of her head. “I know. I’m sorry.” I lift her into my arms and carry her to the couch, sitting us down, cradling Chloe in my lap. The words come tumbling out of her all at once, sprinkled with sobs and sniffles that break my fucking heart.
“I tried to be strong. I tried so hard to be strong. Because I hated having people watching me like I couldn’t take care of myself. After my mom died, it’s like… Everyone was watching me, waiting for me to fall apart. And I didn’t want to let them see that. I tried everything I could to make myself feel better, but none of it worked, none of it ever stuck. So I’d try again, and again, and just…” She takes a breath, shaky and unsteady, but I don’t say a word. I don’t need to. She has to get this off her chest, and I’m not going to stand in her way.
“As soon as you told me what to do last night when you told me to go to bed, it just… clicked. Like it made total sense. I didn’t have to worry if there was someone to make all my decisions for me. That’s why I tried to lure you in, I guess. It’s stupid, I know. I thought if I could seduce you into sticking around, maybe I’d feel better after a while. I never expected to feel…” Her eyes look up to me, and I wipe away the streaks of mascara with my thumb – but then, she smiles. Just a little, just enough.
“Say it,” I murmur, holding her close, watching her lips for what I’m dying to hear.
“I love you. And I know it’s stupid and too soon and everything else, but I just felt it, you know, as soon as we kissed, I knew you were the…” I kiss her again, cutting her off, but she turns in my lap, straddling me, wrapping her arms around my neck. My hands find her waist, pulling her down, pulling her closer, wanting to feel her safe against me.
I release a breath against her lips, one I didn’t even know I was holding in. “I’ve never been so scared in my entire life,” I say with a smirk, laughing at my own vulnerability now. “Just the idea that I might have done something to make you angry. It’s ridiculous.”
“I am,” she teases, smirking back. “I was. For a minute.” She sits back against my knees, allowing me the space to brush her hair off her face, examine her features, as I wonder just how on earth this girl blew my whole world apart in a single day. All at once. No survivors. I’m a goner. “You swear, this… This wasn’t because of my father, was it? You and I? This wasn’t… He didn’t…”
“No. It was all me.” I turn my head to kiss the back of her hand, resting on my shoulder. “And then you. I haven’t slept properly in months, you know. Because of you. Wondering if you were okay. Wanting to spend every minute I could here, just so I could keep an eye on you.”
“You should have just said something,” she mutters softly, her voice tinged with disappointment.
“I couldn’t. I almost didn’t come up here last night, because I knew what would happen.”
“What do you mean?” Her eyes study my face, and now it’s my turn to let it all come tumbling out.
“I knew I’d become even more obsessed with you. I knew I’d never be able to let you leave this place alone ever again. How do you put that on someone, you know? I tried to compromise, making you promise to tell me where you were going, who you were going with… But I knew that was a lie. I only said that to see what your reaction would be. If it was anything other than a yes, I don’t think I’d have been able to come back here. I’m not sure I’d have ever slept properly again. There’s something about you, Chloe. I love you.”
To my very, very pleasant surprise, I feel Chloe reaching a hand down between us, stroking the ridge of my cock. I’d be so wrapped up in my utter adoration for this, I didn’t even realize I was hard. But then again, that’s just become my natural state whenever Chloe is around.
“I thought you weren’t ready,” I breathe against her cheek, grinding my hips up against her hand slightly, and then her pussy, feeling her slide herself back into my lap properly.
“I am. It just took me a minute to realize it,” she replies, dragging her t–shirt up over her head, her nipples already pebbling in her bra. I let her up off my lap just long enough for her to shed her pants, her pussy still bare. I do the same, quickly tossing my shirt and vest behind the couch, kicking off my pants, rolling my boxers down with them. I want as much of our naked bodies pressed together as humanly possible. When she sits herself back down in my lap, I slide my hands up her curves to unhook her bra, shedding the last piece of fabric separating us.
I quickly take one of her nipples into my mouth, pressing her chest against my face, as Chloe takes it upon herself to line my cock up with her entrance, already slick with need. “I don’t want a condom. I don’t want anything between us,” she moans into the top of my head. “I want my first time to be you. Just you.”
“We don’t need one. I’m clean,” I say in between moving my mouth from one breast to the other, taking both of them in my hands, massaging them in my palms, rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefingers. “Take your time, baby. This is you. All you.”
11
Chloe
* * *
I can’t believe Max’s hands are all over my naked body as I line myself up with his cock.
I’ve never been shy, but this is a whole new level of intimacy. Max moves his hips just slightly, teasing the head up and down the slit of my pussy. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby,” he groans against my chest, and my breathing grows more ragged, aching to feel him deep inside me now.
I settle down into his lap, oh so slowly, feeling the tip part my lips and begin spreading me as Max holds my weight with his palms splayed against my ass. He’s guiding me, easing me, making sure I pace myself. “Slowly,” he says, kissing his way up to my neck, gently grazing his teeth against my skin. “Go too fast and I won’t be able to stop myself from just fucking you.”
I don’t say a word, too focused on easing myself down onto his cock. Inch by inch, I cry out against his shoulder when I feel him piercing my virginity, and Max holds my hips steady. “There is it. Feel that, baby? That’s it now. I’ve claimed you.”
“I
’m yours,” I breathe, as I turn my head to face him, watching the sheer concentration and joy mixed on his face. I can tell this is hard for him, but god, he has no idea how hard it is for me either. I want to feel him fill me up so badly, and I know I’ll get there, but even having him this far inside of me is the sweetest agony.
Fuck it. I bite into his shoulder just slightly, enough to muffle my scream when I slide myself fully onto his cock. Max groans, his fingers squeezing my ass as I almost come right then and there. The intense feeling of him filling me is almost too much. I can feel my heartbeat throbbing in my ears, as I try my best to keep perfectly still, giving myself a moment to adjust to his size as Max plays with my tits and kisses my neck.
“That’s it,” he moans against my neck, “You’re such a good girl. So good.” He slowly rolls his hips up into me, sending shockwaves of pleasure that dance their way over my skin. The ridges of his cock hit my g–spot, and I throw my head back, pressing my tits in to his face.
“Oh my god, Max. Yes. There.”
“There?” He taunts, making the same movement, but a little more urgent this time.
“Right there,” I cry, digging my fingernails into his back as my hips move to meet his this time, pressing down as he presses up, my clit grazing his crotch. “Oh my god, right there.” It only takes a few more pumps before I feel my clit begin to twitch, my pussy erupting all over his cock as my walls constrict and contract, drawing Max deeper into me, welcoming him right into my very core.
I’m complete and utter mush. Nothing else matters but Max’s arms around me, holding my body close to his, sweat–slicked chests rubbing together as he guides me through my orgasm. If I thought cumming on his mouth was intense, this is something else entirely. Not sex, not an orgasm. It can’t be. It can’t possibly feel this good for everyone else. No way.
“Was that the spot?” Max teases, still fucking me with the same slow, deep rhythm.
“Y–es.” My breath is shaky and uneven because I can feel another orgasm building as his cock rubs against that spot, over and over. It occurs to me that I don’t even know if Max came or not. I was too lost in my pleasure to be able to tell.
I part out bodies just enough to look him in the face, sweat beading on his brow as he looks down between us. “Did you come?” I ask, slightly worried that I did something wrong, or it didn’t feel as good for him as it did for me.
“I wanted to see your face when I get you pregnant,” he moans without a hint of sarcasm to his voice. “You were enjoying yourself so much Chloe, I didn’t want to interrupt.”
“Put a fucking baby in me, Max. Now.” This time, I make sure our eyes are locked on one another as Max picks up the pace, gently but eagerly fucking his cock into my soft, soaking, aching pussy. I meet his thrusts, bouncing myself in his lap with complete and utter abandon. Nothing could stop me right now.
I feel him press himself all the way up inside me, pinning me down in his lap with his hands digging into my hips. I grind one, two, little circles out on the base of his cock before my entire body becomes limp, letting go and falling against Max.
At the same time, he grows tight, taut, trapping me in his arms like a caged animal. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, bucking up into me with each word, as spurts of come fill my pussy, overflowing, coating my walls and then some.
After we both take a few minutes to collect ourselves, I feel Max growing hard again without even taking his cock out. I’m spent, exhausted, wanting nothing more than to lay down with Max and wake up tomorrow knowing my life will never be the same again.
But he has other things on his mind. He begins rolling his hips up into my pussy again, running his tongue along my shoulder. I should feel embarrassed – I’ve been sweating from the intensity of two earth–shattering orgasms, but I’ve got nothing to hide from Max now. I lift my head from his shoulder, cocking an eyebrow. “Again?” I mumble, letting him take full control of my movements this time.
“Don’t you worry, baby,” he says, gently rolling me over, laying me on my back. He lifts my legs over his shoulders, pressing his weight down against me as his cock slips in and out of my slick hole with long, deep thrusts. “You just lay there like a good girl. I’ll take care of everything.”
He’s right. There’s no one else that could have broken down my walls so quickly, so cleanly, that it feels like they were never even there to begin with. Max already feels like he’s a part of me, and after trying to be strong for so long, I can’t wait for a lifetime of letting him take care of everything for me.
“You promise?” I whisper, taking his face in my hands.
“Always.”
Epilogue
Three Months Later
Max
* * *
Admittedly, we’ve been putting this off for a while now. Too long. And honestly, I’m not sure how we’ve gotten away with it so far, but I know we don’t have long left before the jig is up.
I’m sat waiting in Edward’s office, and I’m nervous. I haven’t seen him face to face since the first time Chloe and I slept together, always forgoing out weekly check–in in favor of a quick call or a few texts. He doesn’t seem to have suspected the truth, but I have a feeling he’s going to be able to tell the minute he walks through the door.
Father’s just have that sixth sense, don’t they? I feel like they do. I’ll know for myself by the end of the year anyway.
Chloe’s hand reaches out to my leg, which is jittering absentmindedly. “Don’t worry,” she whispers. The door opens to the left, and I stand, taking a deep breath.
“Max,” he says warmly before his eyes fall to Chloe sitting behind me. “Chloe? What’s going on?” I shake his hand reluctantly because I’m half worried he might try to rip it off when he finds out what I’ve done.
Chloe rises to greet him, beaming. “Oh, Chloe, you look…” Her father begins, his face a picture of happiness at seeing his daughter smiling again. He presses her into a warm hug, but when they part, his eyes trail down to her stomach.
A small, but unmistakable bump stretches the fabric of her dress. He looks to me, and I’m usually pretty good at reading people. It’s something you pick up. But right now, I can’t tell what he’s about to say. Should I beg forgiveness? Get ready to grab Chloe and take off running? Who knows.
“Well…” He shakes his head, taking a seat across from us, as Chloe takes my hand reassuringly, pulling me back down into my seat. “I know I asked you to keep an eye on her Max, but…” He continues, but Chloe cuts him off. I shoot her a look, signaling that it’s probably not the best idea, but she ignores me completely.
“And he has been doing that for months now. I… was a little annoyed when I found out, sure. But I’ve fallen in love with him, dad. And I know he feels the same way, and that taking care of me was always more than just a job to him.”
I look to her with a smile, allowing her to take the reins on this one. Dealing with her father is the only time I’ll let her take control of the situation like this, so she better not let it go to her head.
“You’re my only daughter,” Edward mutters, scratching at his chin. “This isn’t exactly what I pictured for you. No offense, Max.” He gestures towards me, but I can only laugh under my breath. “You’ve proven yourself to be loyal and trustworthy. In all honesty, there’s no one else I’d trust more to take care of my daughter… and future grandchildren.” His eyes flick to Chloe’s stomach where her one hand rests.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” I say, clearing my throat. “Because I, we’ve, come to ask for your blessing. We’d like to get married. Sir.” It’s Chloe’s turn to flick her eyes towards me then, but I can’t let her throw me off. I’ve been preparing this speech, or some variation of it, in my mind for… Oh, about three months now. “It would be soon, but I wanted to come to you first because, well, it was going to happen either way. Chloe is everything to me, and I’m afraid, if it came to it, not even you would stand in my way.”
Edward si
ts back in his seat once more, thinking, before nodding, slowly. “I believe you.” He rises from his chair, circling to his desk, where he reaches into the back of the top drawer for something. “I want things done properly, mind you. No quick ceremony at city hall, no expense spared, you hear?”
He comes back around to the small table between us, placing down a small red velvet box. “This belonged to your mother,” he says with a heavy sigh, looking to Chloe, and the look they exchange tugs at my heartstrings. I’ll never begin to understand the pain only these two people share, but I can at least spend the rest of my life trying to make Chloe happy.
“Dinner this weekend, yes? We can talk properly, once we’ve all had a chance to let things sink in,” Edward laughs, tucking Chloe into a warm hug, tears quietly streaming down her face, as I quietly slip the ring safely away in my pocket. I won’t open it here, it’s not the place. The marriage is already a done deal regardless, but I want the moment itself to be just right.
“And Max,” Edward says, holding back tears. “I don’t know how you did it, but it’s a weight off my heart to know that my daughter will be in safe hands.” He claps his hands around mine, as a wave of relief finally leaves my body. This was the final hurdle. “Good luck, son.”
Epilogue
Five Years Later
Chloe
* * *
I creep into the back door, holding the grocery bag tightly under my arm to avoid making any noise. I press my finger to my lips in a gesture to two of my three boys – the other loves of my life – not to wake their father, who is passed out on the couch.
The last year has taken its toll on Max, so I let him get what little extra sleep he can. The twins arrived a few months after we got married. The third was a surprise. Given how often we have sex – and believe me, it’s a lot – the fact that we never fell pregnant a second time seemed like it just wasn’t mean to be.
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