by Stella Stone
Grant lifts his hand, wrapping his strong fingers around the side of my neck. “When did I ever come in here, fuck you and leave you? The answer is never, Elise. I always held your sweet body against mine as you fell asleep before I forced myself to leave.”
I shake my head, but he’s right, I can’t even deny it. He even talked to me until I fell asleep, asked me questions about my life, has gotten to know me, the real me. He knows about my life in California, he knows about the dreams that I left behind there.
“Why lie to me, why hide from me?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
He lowers his forehead, resting it on mine as his eyes slide closed and he inhales deeply. “If your father knew, he’d fire me. And if that wasn’t bad enough, I’m sure he’d figure out a way to throw my ass in jail for breaking into your room night after night. What I did was illegal, little doll,” he rasps.
“What about now? Will you tell him?” I ask, almost in a demanding tone.
He lifts his head from mine, and he looks sad as shit. “For you, to keep you, I would,” he says.
I can tell he doesn’t want to though that, it would kill him to lose his job. He must love it, and I understand exactly what he’s feeling. I felt that way when my father ripped me out of California and demanded I live here.
“Don’t tell anyone. It’s our secret, baby,” I smile sadly.
He frowns, lifting his hand, “Elise, do you think I could really keep you a secret?”
“But your job,” I say.
He smiles sadly, his eyes searching mine. “Let me handle it. When it’s time, I’ll tell your dad, fuck, I’ll tell everyone,” he exhales.
GRANT
Elise is looking up at me, like I’m some kind of hero, and not like she should. I’m no hero. I’m a fucking mess. I’ll make all of this right though, I have to. Not for me, but because she deserves truth, honesty, and freedom. What we have now are none of those things.
“Now, little doll, what are you wearing?” I ask, changing the subject.
She looks down and her nipples tighten even more. Her eyes meet mine and I swear to fuck, the lust in them is beyond anything I’ve ever seen before.
“I wanted to make you jealous, or maybe just make you want me,” she admits.
I chuckle, reaching out to touch her nipple from above the see-through lace. The fabric is soft, and it looks incredible against her skin, but it would look better on the floor.
My fingers move up the center of her chest, wrapping loosely around the front of her throat before I speak. “I always want you, Elise. It wouldn’t matter what you were wearing, I can’t stop thinking about you, can’t stop wanting you.”
Her eyes light up and a smile plays on her lips. “Thank God, because I feel the same way. I want so badly to be pissed off at you. I can’t be too mad though, I get it.”
I grunt, leaning forward and brushing my lips across hers. “Let me work some things out, little doll, then we’ll get this shit handled.”
“Okay,” she breathes.
Her big blue eyes look at me, and I know that I’ll live a lifetime and never get tired of looking into these eyes.
This is my woman, mine.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ELISE
Grant’s fingers slowly peel the bra and panty set off of my body. I break out into goosebumps everywhere he touches. The anticipation of what’s to come, is almost more than I can handle.
“Grant,” I rasp.
He doesn’t respond, not with words anyway. His mouth dives and his lips wrap around my nipple. He hums against my skin, licking and sucking hard on the flesh of my breast.
Lifting one of my hands, I slide my fingers through his hair and arch my back, pushing myself closer to him. I love the way he devours me. He doesn’t kiss, he bites and sucks, he marks me.
I feel my pussy flutter, craving the same attention that he’s giving my breasts. Spreading my legs shamelessly, I slip my free hand between them and begin to play with myself. I can’t help it, I need something, or the ache is going to be too much.
Grant growls as he moves his lips from my breasts and begins to kiss down my stomach. He reaches for my wrist and lifts my fingers to his mouth. I gasp as he sucks my wetness from my fingers, his dark green eyes on fire and directed at me.
“You want to ride me, little doll?” he asks.
I have a feeling this isn’t something he would normally ask of me. The thought of being on top, of riding him and sliding up and down on his thick cock to my own rhythm sends my body into overdrive.
Tasting my bottom lip, I sink my teeth against it before I nod. He chuckles, his eyes even smiling, and he slowly stands. I watch as he undresses, unveiling every inch of his hard body for me.
He is hard too, everywhere. My pussy continues to flutter and my breasts ache for more of his rough touch. I feel like a giant ball of need, of desired cravings, and I begin to pant with anticipation of what is to come.
Grant’s knee sinks into the mattress and he crawls toward me, his mouth searing to mine in a hot kiss. His tongue peeks out, tasting me. Sliding my hands up his arms I loop my arms around his neck and arch toward him.
My already sore breasts brush against his chest and I whimper. Slowly, he breaks the kiss and lifts his hands to my breasts, cupping and squeezing them, causing me to moan.
His hands slide down to my waist and he grips me, picking me up, then turns us around. I let out a squeal as my legs wrap around his waist. When he’s settled with his back against my headboard, only then do I look down into his eyes again.
I can feel his hard length against my pussy, his hand’s tight grip around my waist, squeezing even tighter as I shift my hips.
“You feel so good, even just this way,” I whisper.
Shifting my hips, I moan, letting my head fall as I grind my pussy along his thick shaft.
Grant’s hands keep a firm grip on my waist as I roll my hips. He helps guide my movements and let's out a groan of his own. Leaning forward, he captures my nipple in his mouth and nips me.
I stop, lifting my head to look down at him. “I need you to climb up on this dick, little doll. I only come inside of you,” he growls.
His words, his meaning, it sends a shiver up and down my spine. “And I only come for you,” I whisper, lifting my hips.
He chuckles, biting down on my sore nipple again. “I know, Elise. Now sink down and take me inside. Take me to heaven on earth, little doll.”
GRANT
Elise positions her hot wet cunt against the tip of my dick and without a second’s hesitation she sinks all the way down my length. My fingers clench her waist even harder once she’s fully seated.
I’m bruising her entire body, and I should really take more care with her but fuck me it’s hard—especially when she likes the bruises.
She breathes, panting really, once she’s sitting all the way down on me. I lift my gaze to hers and smirk at her round light blue eyes.
“You’re so big, Grant. I almost forget, every time.”
With a chuckle, I lean forward and capture her bottom lip with my teeth. Biting down, I lick her lip before I release her and lean back against the headboard.
“Show me how much you like my big dick, little doll. Own it, Elise,” I growl.
She smiles, leaning forward to brush her lips across mine before sitting up again. Her fingers wrap around my shoulders and I watch in awe as she rises then slides down on my cock. Her pussy is so wet that I can see my dick glistening in the moonlight with each move she makes.
Unable to keep my hands off of her, I slide my palms under her thighs and grab ahold of her ass while her thighs rest against my forearms. I squeeze her soft flesh as I guide her along my cock.
I can’t handle losing all control or keep my hands off of her sweet body. “Grant, baby,” she whimpers as I force her to slow down.
I don’t allow her to ride me hard, knowing I’ll blow my load too quickly if I do. Guiding her, I control her speed and I
know it’s driving her completely insane. She starts to breathe heavily, panting and whimpering, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I don’t allow her to move faster though, she isn’t close enough to the edge yet. I want her on the verge of exploding before I let her loose.
“Little doll, do you feel how wet you are? You’re making a complete fucking mess,” I inform her.
She whimpers again, her blue eyes hungry as she gazes at me. “Such a mess,” she breathes. “All over you.”
Grunting, I squeeze her ass harder, speeding up her movements with a moan. “Are you going to come, Elise? Are you going to fucking soak me with this tight little pussy of yours?”
She moans, throwing her head back. “Yes, Grant. Yes, baby, make me come,” she cries.
I yank her down hard, releasing her ass and moving my hands to her hips. “Fuck me, little doll. Make that pussy squeeze me,” I demand.
Sliding my hands up her waist, I cup her tits and squeeze. Pinching and pulling her nipples she moves faster, her clit grinding against my pelvis with each jerk of her hips.
Her back is bowed, her head dropped, and her hair tickles my thighs and she rides me with reckless abandon.
“Oh God, I’m coming,” she cries out, unnecessarily. I can feel her velvety pussy squeezing me, drawing my own release from my body.
I grab ahold of her hips again and force her to move to my tempo, I’m so fucking close. “Keep moving, Elise,” I growl.
She sobs as she continues to fuck me hard and fast. Her body spent, but my sweet girl doesn’t give up. Only when I feel my balls draw up, do I still her movements. Her breathing is heavy as I fill her with my release. I groan, my cock twitching inside of her.
Elise leans over, burying her face against my neck, pressing her chest against mine as she attempts to catch her breath. “That was amazing,” she whispers, her lips touching my neck gently.
Sliding my hands up her back, I tangle my fingers in her hair, giving her a gentle tug. “Yeah, my little doll is fucking amazing,” I grunt. “Rest now, Elise,” I softly demand.
She snuggles closer to me, my cock still deep inside of her as she slides her arms around my back and hugs me close.
I’m going to fuck her again, soon, but right now I need to take a breather and recoup a bit. Keeping her right here on top of me, is exactly where I want her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ELISE
I stretch, glad that I don’t have class today because my body is so deliciously sore that I’m afraid I won’t be able to walk, much less sit in those hard assed chairs for hours at a time. Something warm, and heavy wraps around my waist and tugs me back into an even harder body.
For the first time, ever, I wake up next to Grant. Rolling over in his arms, I look at his face. His eyes are still closed as he feigns sleep. His lips twitch as I stare at him and then his dark green eyes finally flutter open.
“Good morning, little doll,” he rasps.
I shiver at his voice, letting its husky sexiness wash all over my body. “Good morning, baby,” I smile. He winks, his hand sliding down to my ass and giving me a squeeze. “I feel like one giant bruise,” I moan.
“Was I too rough?” he asks, sincerely.
I shake my head with a smile tipping my lips. “No, it was perfect,” I breathe.
He chuckles, leaning forward, brushing his lips across mine. “Good, why don’t you go get a bath and I’ll make you some breakfast,” he offers.
“Don’t you have to go to work?” I ask curiously.
He shakes his head. “I’m doing another stakeout, but not until tonight. Today, I’m spending the day with my girl,” he smiles, running his nose alongside my own.
“Yay,” I cheer softly.
He slides out of bed with a laugh. I watch as he grabs his boxer briefs from the floor and he slides them over his firm ass. I sigh at the sight. I love his thick, strong body. The power he possesses and the way he uses it to bring me pleasure, is beyond anything I’ve ever felt before.
Without a word he walks out of the bedroom, and I make my way toward the bathroom. Starting the water, I test it and make sure it’s the temperature that I want, then I take my soaking salts from beneath the counter and pour some inside.
Stepping into the full tub, I sink down, and let the water envelop me. It feels amazing, the hot water taking over my entire body.
“You look like a fucking dream,” Grant’s deep voice mutters.
Turning my head to the side, I open my eyes and a lazy smile appears on my lips. “Made you eggs and toast. You don’t have shit for food in this place, Elise,” he announces as he sits down on the bathroom floor next to me, a plate in hand.
“I haven’t been here much, so I haven’t been to the store,” I shrug.
Grant holds a fork with eggs on it up to my mouth and I open. He feeds me while I soak in the tub and it’s amazing, every single second of it, I never want to forget.
“I have to work tonight, you need some good sleep while I’m gone. Want me to come here in the morning when I’m off?” he asks, holding the toast to my lips.
I take a bite, chewing and quickly swallowing as I nod. “I’ll give you a key,” I offer, my voice hesitant.
He grins, lifting his chin in a nod. “Yeah, you got class, tomorrow right? What time do you leave?”
“Eight,” I cringe.
He leans forward, grazing my mouth with his lips. “I’ll make you come before you have to leave for class.”
I hum. “That sounds perfect,” I grin.
The rest of the morning I soak in the tub, then after he’s fed me, Grant joins me and washes my body, gently caressing each bruise he left on skin. It is the best morning of my entire life. Later that afternoon, we eat all of the homemade treats I made. Everything with Grant is amazing, even just vegging with him.
GRANT
Leaving Elise is fucking hard, but having a key to her apartment in my pocket, cushions the blow a bit. After hurrying home to change, I make my way into the police station. It’s after five and most of the dayshift officers have already gone home.
I check my mail, then my email quickly, before I head toward Karen Thomas’ residence. Noah is sitting across the street from Karen’s home when I pull up in my own dark, unmarked, cruiser.
“You look better than you did last time I saw you,” he chuckles.
I shake my head, ignoring his comment, as I park, then exit my vehicle to slide into his. “Anything different?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “I somehow feel like this could all be a waste of time,” he murmurs.
I feel the same way, but I’m at a loss of where else to look for the woman. Someone is picking up her mail, someone is coming by this place, we just need to catch them. Then, maybe we’ll be led to her.
“Any other ideas?” I ask him.
I’m being serious too, because if this is a waste of time we have nowhere else to go, nowhere else to look for her. Noah is a good cop even if he’s a douchebag who hit on my woman.
Noah lets out a sigh. “No fucking clue, Grant. No goddamn clue. Can’t get any of this out of my head, either. All this for some money?”
I lift my chin. “People do a lot more for a lot less cash,” I state.
He grunts, lifting his hand and running his fingers through his hair. “Yeah. Hey, you think of anything tonight, or see anything, call me.”
Opening the car door, I agree to do that, and jog back to my car. As soon as Noah takes off, I dig my phone out of my pocket and send Elise a text.
Miss you doll.
Her response is immediate, and I smile as soon as the little bubbles appear as she types back to me.
ELISE: Wish you were here.
*
I cough, almost choking when a picture comes through. It’s of her bare tits, tits that are marked and bruised from my touch and mouth last night, and early this morning.
You’re killing me.
I respond, wrapping my hand around m
y hard cock from the outside of my pants, and squeezing.
ELISE: Hurry home, baby.
Shaking my head, I can’t hide the smile that this little girl gives me.
I will, little doll.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ELISE
I try to stay up as late as I can, waiting for Grant, but I fail. Around midnight my eyes can no longer stay open and I fall asleep. It isn’t a restful sleep, my mind is too busy spinning and reeling, and waiting for Grant.
Every little noise, inside and out, causes my eyes to open, and none of those noises are him. I let out a heavy sigh, tossing and turning, before I give up and go out to the living room.
Turning on the television, I lay down on the couch and watch an eighties movie that happens to be playing. It’s one I’ve seen a million times, so I hope that it will help me fall asleep.
What seems like only a second later, my body is lifted into the air. Gasping, my eyes open and I’m met with Grant’s face as he looks down at me.
“What time is it?” I breathe, attempting to catch my breath.
He smiles, lowering his head and brushing his lips with mine before he sets me down in my bed. “It’s after six,” he murmurs.
I groan, just as my alarm sounds. I watch as he reaches over, turning it off quickly. “You have to get up?” he asks, frowning.
Sitting up, I try to smooth down my hair as I nod. “It takes me a long time to get ready,” I admit as my face heats.
He chuckles, reaching forward to tuck some of my hair behind my ear. “You’re beautiful just like this, little doll,” he rasps.
I would laugh in his face, except he’s being completely serious. He believes that I am beautiful, first thing in the morning, with my hair a mess and no makeup on my face.