“There’s always room for more,” she teased, throwing his words back at him. Then she turned serious again. “Russell explained to me why you were digging into my foreclosure and what you’re trying to do. I have to tell ya, Justin, the independent woman in me wants to politely refuse your offer just out of principle, but the reality of it is that if it wasn’t for your stepping in, I could be homeless by the end of the month.” She sighed, but it was more out of acceptance than defeat. “So, please, by all means, if you’re able to make miracles happen with your investors, and I get to keep my town house, then you have my blessing. I just wish that you would have told me first.”
“I was going to,” Justin replied, “but I didn’t want to get your hopes up until I knew it was a sure thing. I’m aware that this is all happening so fast,” he paused and then continued, “but I meant what I texted you the other day after that whole tabloid debacle. Violet, I’ve fallen for you. It’s crazy and rash, I know, but I can’t help it. I’m in love with you.”
Violet’s whole body was tingling. It had been well over a decade since another man had said those words to her with such genuine sincerity. “So, this means that you’ll have me?”
Justin words came out all rushed. “Of course, baby, I never want to let you go.”
She tugged loose the belt around her waist, shrugging her raincoat off her shoulders and onto the floor. “It is a relief to hear you say that because I’m in love with you, too.” She paused for effect as his eyes roamed over her curves. “We can’t have this perfectly sexy lingerie go to waste now, can we?”
“Oh, my slutty, little, muse,” he uttered.
Russell had outdone himself; his latest creation for Chenille’s “After Hours” lingerie line consisted of a deep-purple chemise with caged lace and a plunging neckline along with matching fishnet thigh highs and crotchless panties with hearts on them. Currently the entire ensemble was hugging every luscious curve of Violet’s body from the bottom of her plump, round ass all the way up to her ample cleavage, her breasts threatening to spill over from the satin confines.
Justin reached forward for her as she took him into her arms, kissing him passionately. His hands wildly roamed over her breasts while his erection pressed against her belly. He was rock hard, which made her drip with lust.
He growled as he forced her legs apart, kneeling in front of her, seeking out her pussy. Cupping both her ass cheeks in his hands, he brought her mound to his face, eating her like a man possessed as he pushed his tongue deeper into her canal.
Violet’s legs buckled as she backed up into the wall behind her, clutching fistfuls of his brown hair in her hands. Justin didn’t miss a beat. He continued his assault on her sex, sucking on her folds, nipping at her clit, all before continuing to fuck her with his tongue.
“That’s it, baby, eat my pussy. Eat me.” Violet had no idea where her dirty talk was coming from, but she didn’t care; Justin’s mouth was magic, hitting all the right spots.
She felt him dip his finger into her pussy, and she greedily clenched down while he wiggled them inside of her. “Oh, that’s nice,” she moaned, tilting her head back. If he kept this up, she was going to see stars.
He sank another finger into her next to the first, stretching the walls of her pussy while massaging her clit with his tongue. Violet felt her breathing change as she mumbled incoherently; where Justin was concerned, her orgasms always came hard and fast.
As he sensed that she was getting close, he picked up the pace while applying more pressure on her clit. Then, right before she was about to let loose, she felt one of his lubed up fingers circle her rosebud before he pushed it in past the rim of her ass.
Violet grunted out her pleasure in short, guttural breaths as her orgasm oozed out of her, causing her to squirt. She was definitely seeing stars this time. When her breathing returned to normal, Justin rose to his feet, giving her sultry, wet kisses. She could taste herself on him. She was surprised that it turned her on. He tasted musky and salty at the same time. “No one’s ever done that to me before,” she whispered shyly between kisses.
“Oohh,” Justin murmured. “My little muse is keeping secrets from me . . . slutty . . . naughty secrets.”
“I really am your little slut, aren’t I?” Violet stated it more as a realization than a question. Austin’s words slithered back into the forefront of her mind.
Justin nuzzled her neck. “Yes, in the bedroom — or any room, for that matter — when we fuck; yes, you are my little slut, and make no mistake, Violet, I plan on fucking you for a very,” he paused, nipping at her slightly exposed breasts, “very, very long time.”
She tried to speak, but he silenced her with another kiss. “But, when we are not fucking,” he said in between ravishing her lips, “I will have you know I will always want to do more; you are my everything — my companion, my friend, my partner. Violet, I meant what I said; I love you. So, my proposal to you is this: that we enjoy loving each other, learning about one another, and growing together. I’m in this for our future. I’m in this for us. What do ya say?”
“I say yes,” she squeaked out in happiness, “I say yes, to all of it.”
“Mmm . . . ,” he growled contently, “that’s my girl. Now go to the bedroom, lie down on the bed, and wait for me. I’ll be in momentarily. Oh, also, no worries — the curtains are closed.”
He smacked her ass hard as she passed by.
Violet took her time sprawling out on top of Justin’s bed. Every inch of her was on fire, still hot from her earlier spasms. How could she have gotten so lucky? Justin was the perfect combination of sexy mixed with handsome, added to a healthy dose of talent and intelligence, and it all blended together into one damn fine package. She thought back on the last decade of her life. It was definitely her turn to find some happiness; she deserved it.
Justin entered the room completely naked, carrying a small black velvet bag in his hand. His hard cock was protruding outwards from his body, the tip pushing out from the foreskin, curving back towards his stomach.
Violet licked her lips and spread her legs, causing the crotchless panties to stretch even wider. She could feel her sex pulse with the anticipation of being filled.
“Uh, uh, uh,” Justin said as he shook a finger at her, “come to the edge of the bed, and get up on all fours like the naughty little slut I know you are.” His voice had grown dark again, a familiar sound that only turned Violet on more, knowing he meant business.
Eagerly doing as she was told, she crept forward on her hands and knees and then turned around, wiggling her exposed ass at him in the air. She tried to turn her head around to see what he was doing, but he smacked her ass several times, ordering her to stay in place. Grumbling impatiently, she waited for his touch.
She could hear him open the bag, but it was his tongue she felt first, licking her from her plump folds all the way up over her puckered rosebud. She cooed while he continued to repeat the process until finally settling in on her asshole as he rimmed it with his tongue. Violet couldn’t help herself as she willingly pushed her ass into his face, enjoying the sensations his tongue was producing as it flicked over her tight pucker.
The she heard the hum of a vibrator click on before he began moving it over her clit, rubbing it back and forth over her nub. While she mashed her clit onto the vibrator, she felt Justin push something hard and slender into her cunt, working it back and forth inside of her. “That’s it, little slut, get it nice and lubed for me.”
Just as she was starting to feel the beginnings of another orgasm bubble up, he removed the object from her pussy, switched the vibrator on high, and pushed something slowly into her ass. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain as Violet tried to adjust to the new feelings in her ass while Justin continued to assault her clit with the vibrator. Once the slender object was lodged in tight, he smacked her ass cheeks several times repeatedly before she felt the tip of his cock enter her pussy. He took his sweet time sinking slowly into her folds, inch by inch, until he bottom
ed out.
“Just where I want to be,” he said hungrily before turning the vibrator off and tossing it back onto the bed.
Then, with no warning, Justin began to fuck her rapidly, his hands locking onto the sides of her hips as he pumped in and out of her pussy with a feverish pace.
Violet screamed out, grasping at handfuls of the bed’s comforter, trying to hang on while he mercilessly assaulted her sex. The familiar sounds of their skin slapping together filled the room. With each thrust, Violet felt him bump the base of the slender object, sending incredible vibrations up her ass, all while Justin kept up a steady assault on her now dripping wet folds.
“Going . . . to . . . come . . . ,” she gasped raggedly.
“Come for me, Violet,” Justin grunted. “Let me feel you come.”
As her pussy spasmed, clamping down around his cock, Justin followed with his own orgasm, hollering out while he shot his load deep inside her. He kept his cock buried to the hilt inside of her sex, not releasing the hold he had on her.
Violet gulped for air, trying to catch her breath. Her arms and legs felt like Jell-O, her pussy quaking, her ass full.
Justin tapped on the object still wedged in her ass, twisting and turning it leisurely. “A tiny plug for my little slut to get used to, which, over time, will be replaced with bigger ones until your delicious rosebud is ready for my cock because, Violet honey, make no mistake, I will be claiming that virgin ass of yours.” He slapped her ass cheeks lightly.
He slipped his soft cock out of her pussy, finally releasing her from his grasp. She collapsed on her belly, sweaty and out of breath, still enjoying the sensations of the plug wedged inside of her. “Baby, you can claim anything you want if you can keep making me feel like that.” She was basking in the afterglow of the best orgasms of her life; as far as she was concerned, he could fuck her any way he wanted.
He laughed and collapsed onto the bed next to her. “I’ll remember you said that.” His green eyes twinkled mischievously at her.
“Stay the night?” he asked after a while, caressing her cheek.
She leaned over, kissing him tenderly. “I thought you would never ask.”
Chapter Sixteen
Justin
Justin sat across from his mother, Joanna, in a quiet Thai restaurant located close to his condo. She looked fabulous, having turned sixty-one years old this past January, and was still turning heads everywhere she went. Her sandy-blonde hair was shorter than the last time he saw her, cut into a stylish bob that ended at her chin, framing her face. Of course she was dressed to perfection, as always. Where other women would have come off as pretentious, Joanna’s fashion sense was effortless. Design came naturally to her — a quality that Justin was thankful to have inherited, along with her green eyes.
They were eyes that were currently simmering with anger as she discussed Austin’s reprehensible behavior that she had apologized for yet a third time in the span of their hour lunch.
“Justin, I am so sorry he put you through this.” She was sipping on her tea, cradling the cup in her hands. “I really am.”
“Mom, stop apologizing. It’s not your fault that Dad went off the deep end, yet again.” Justin folded his napkin, placing it on the table; their lunch finished, all he wanted to do was sit back and relax.
“Even so, I feel responsible.” She tucked a wisp of hair behind her ear.
He smiled at his mother, who was managing to come off as cute and polished at the same time.
“It’s partly my fault he’s gotten like this. I wasn’t planning on telling you until after Fashion Week, but . . .” She paused.
Justin arched an eyebrow while he waited for her to finish her sentence.
“Your father and I are getting a divorce.” She set her teacup down firmly. “There, I said it out loud, finally.”
“I have to say, I’m not surprised.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “Just sad for you, Mom, and disappointed in Dad.”
“It’s not entirely his fault; I share a portion of that disappointment.” She contemplated. “No, he’s wasn’t cheating on me nor I on him; it was nothing of that nature. We’re just different people now. We stopped working on our marriage years ago, and hence, we grew apart.”
“Christmas, right?” he inquired, thinking about how awkward it had been when he had flown back to New York for the holidays. Everything had felt . . . forced . . . like his parents were putting on some kind of show for his benefit. After his dad had brought up Brittany, it went downhill from there.
“You saw through that?” his mother asked and then answered her own question. “Of course you did; you’re my son. Your father and I have been separated for the past eight months. He kept the apartment on the Upper West Side, and I found a place in Lenox Hill.”
“Wait, you moved out? Mom! You loved that apartment!” Justin couldn’t believe it. He wondered if Dad had forced her out; he could only imagine the fights that had ensued over the Manhattan properties that they owned.
Joanna shrugged her shoulders. “At the end of the day, honey, it’s just stuff. It’s stuff. It cannot love you, laugh with you, or hug you when you have a bad day. I would give it all up in heartbeat to fall in love again and feel that fire, believe you me.”
“So there’s no hope of you and Dad getting back together?” Sadly, it didn’t bother him as much as it should have, but then, Austin and he never really had gotten along.
“I’m afraid that ship has sailed, honey. It’s for the best; really, it is. Now, enough about me,” she began to change the subject, “when do I get to meet this lovely Violet?”
Justin about choked on his tea. “You want to meet her?”
“Yes, honey, I want to meet her,” his mom said matter-of-factly. “Any woman who can make my son that satisfied in the throes of some passionate lovemaking gets an A in my book!”
“Mom!” Justin felt like his mother had reduced him to the role of an embarrassed teenager in mere seconds.
Joanna laughed. “Son, we’re adults. Your girlfriend’s body is plastered all over at least four tabloid papers that I know about, some trashy network show, and half of YouTube. If we can’t have an adult conversation about sex at this point, then what the hell can we talk about?”
God, he had forgotten how much he missed her, not to mention her cavalier attitude towards sex.
“She’s incredible,” Justin reflected. How could he sum up how he felt about Violet without coming across as a gushing schoolboy? “We click — not just physically but mentally. I know it’s crazy. I barely know her, but for some reason, that doesn’t put me off. Rather, I’m excited about the prospect of getting to know her better. It’s like I woke up. I discovered what I wanted, and it landed in my lap all wrapped up in a woman named Violet.”
Joanna nodded in understanding. “Here’s my two cents, and you can take it or leave it: I’m not going to tell you how to run your personal life; you’re too old for that. You’ll make good decisions — and you’ll make really shitty ones, too — but hopefully you’re smart enough by now to figure out which are which. Just remember the person she is today, the person you are today is what you will both carry forward in your relationship. You’re not going to wake up one morning and she will have ‘magically’ changed, or vice versa. Accept and respect what you both bring to the table, and, Justin?”
“Yes, Mom?” He was hanging on her every word.
“Do not repeat the mistakes your father and I made. No career, no job, no business is worth the cost of the people you love. There. I’ve said my piece.” She finished her tea and gestured to the waiter to bring them the check.
“Thank you, Joanna Avery. You are the best mother anyone could ever ask for.” He reached across the table and kissed the top of her hand.
“Oh, now you’re just buttering me up,” she chortled. “I’m having dinner with your father tonight. I’m going to need to have my game face on for that meeting. That, and a few stiff martinis. Trust me; he’s not goi
ng to get away with that horrific stunt he pulled on Violet and you. Besides, most of the family’s lawyers are my lawyers,” she said and giggled manically before continuing, “and he thinks he’s still getting the summer house in the Hamptons . . . ha!”
Justin shook his head. Joanna could be a force when she needed to be. Austin was in for a rough night.
“What about you, honey? Plans with your lovely lady companion this evening? I would assume you’re closing the curtains from now on.”
He covered his hand over his face while his mother laughed more than she should have.
“Sorry, dear. I couldn’t help it.” She shrugged good-naturedly.
“Actually, no.” His mouth formed a thin line. “I have a meeting of my own with Mr. Chadwick Milton Hedges, his lawyers, and our satellite firm here in Atlanta. Regimain is personally overseeing the gathering. He flew in just to meet the bastard. In fact, you should give him a call, Mother; Anthony would love to see you while you’re in town.”
“Anthony,” Joanna said cordially. “He always was a sharp mind. If that Chad hasn’t pressed charges already for your breaking his nose, then Anthony must have some dirt on him. Otherwise, you would have been slapped with an injunction by now.”
“True,” Justin agreed, “but after the month I’ve had, I’m not going to put all my eggs in one basket or jump to any conclusions just yet.”
“That’s my boy. Now come give your mother a proper kiss goodbye, tell Violet I’ll see her at Fashion Week, and go kick some ass.” She got up and put her jacket on.
He promptly kissed his mother on the cheek.
“I will, Mom. Thanks again, and go kick some ass as well.” Justin hugged her.
“Oh, I intend to, honey. I certainly intend to.”
Chad’s law firm, Hedges, Baker & Whitfield, was located only two streets over from where Justin had had his altercation with Mr. Hedges, who, much to Justin’s satisfaction, was sitting across from him with a heavily bandaged broken nose. From what he could tell, the doctors had done a lousy job of resetting it.
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